Generation Freaks✔️

Chapter 15

"What did you do?" She screamed, words finding her mouth before she could find the right thoughts to connect.

Nova twisted in Paisley's peripheral vision, her foot kicking at the ground as she was shoved forward. "This wasn't supposed to happen! I'm not supposed to be taken too! Just her, not me!" She screeched, igniting Paisley altogether.

Paisley writhed in the grip that held her, but it was as if stone had suddenly encased her. They were too strong and led Paisley forward with ease. Her feet scraped against the ground, trying to find footing but they were moving quicker then she could. Out of desperation, she twisted her upper body and heard the crunch of bones before the pain lit in her like matches dropping to kerosene. The scream left her lips before she could stop it, tears prickling the corners of her eyes. Where was Theo? Why did he leave? If anyone could save them she was sure it was him. Theo had pulled her from trouble plenty of times and if it wasn't him behind the action it was his brain behind the plans. It had always been that way with Theo around.

When he wasn't, it was Paris. Paisley wasn't strong enough to pick the battle or come up with the plan. Someone was always there to help, to guide her along the way. She couldn't do this on her own, she just knew that. At least, that's what she was absolutely sure of for herself. And as far as she was concerned, Nova was no friend of hers, not after this stunt. Realizing that, her heart sank to the pits of her stomach. It was in moments like this Paris would reprimand her and scold her, telling her to look on the bright side of things. She would tell her to find the good in the bad and in this case, it was Nova. But what good was there in a person turning her in?

The commotion drew people out into the street, curious what was going on. When they saw the girls. They withdrew but curiosity was like the plague. It lingered and kept them all at bay longer then it should have. While stories spun from the mouths of those who didn't have to live in fear about the captures that did happen, it wasn't everyday that they actually got to see one in person. It wasn't every week that three captures happened within days of one another. Paisley's eyes scanned the crowd, beginning for someone to help, to save them. But those who could, only looked away in shame. No one wanted to be in their way and while Paisley didn't blame them, bitterness tickled at the back of her throat, joining the pain that throbbed in her dislocated shoulder.

"It's not supposed to be me! I'm not supposed to be going! Let me go, ask Priscilla!" Nova argued, relentless in her attempt to get free. But like with Paisley, there was no hope given.

A small chortle echoes in Paisley's mind, whispering in her ear. "Foolish girl, who do you think told us to take you as well? Two for the price of one and you were so willing to lead us to all of them as well. The more the merrier."

Paisley's heart stammered, threatened to completely give out at the skipped beats. Her body went numb, cutting off the pain and her feet stopped moving. It was as if her brain had suddenly frozen, cutting off all contact with her limbs. The guard holding her shoved harder and sent her flying to the ground where her front slammed down first. A dull thud pounded in the back of her head and as the buzzing of the numbing sensation began to wear off in small prickles running across her flesh, she felt the warm trickle of blood run down her forehead before it cascaded over her eye. The stone fingers curled around her arms, hauling her to her feet. Pain flinched across her face, but Paisley bit her tongue to keep from crying out again.

"You're lying! She promised I couldn't be touched. She said I would be okay!" Nova sobbed, growing hysterical the further they made their way down the street.

Red streaked in Paisley's vision and a dull thud throbbed in the front of her skull. She knew she was lucky to not having been knocked out but at that moment she was wishing she had been. She didn't want to see the sympathy given to her, but no help held out. She didn't want to see the jeering from the others or feel the pelting of the rocks that were kicked at her. Children ran in the streets, pointing and laughing. Some even picked up handfuls of the rocks and threw them in a hailstorm at both girls. While Nova screamed and tried to cover herself from the on-slaughter, Paisley grief her hardest to ignore the sharp jabs of the rocks hitting her. Each one felt like a sting of a needle breaking her skin. She could feel small trickles of blood ooze out in places that were hit repeatedly.