She turns the shiny brass lock.The laughs are no longer muffled. The girls clutch onto eachother but are soon ripped apart. Before they can scream, bags are thrown over their heads and they are violentky jerked off their feet. Electra kicks and shouts, struggling against the pale blue fabric. Crybaby sits petrified in her bag, remembering this same fabric from not too long ago. It's the one they use to carry icecream cartons. She has been here before.
She has played tag before.
Lana is perhaps the hardest to control. She wriggles her small hands though the clinched top of the sack. As soon as she gets one through, she can get the other through as well. The wolf man suddenly realizes what is going on. He drops the other bags, with thuds and cries of pain. He also drops Troye, who isn't in a bag. His hands are tied together with rope and he has a blind fold tied tightly around his head. He scrambles to lift himself off the ground and is almost successful until a hard kick is hurled into him. He sobs and curls into a ball, clutching his forhead.
The wolf man is very strong and the children are very light. This is a deadly combonation. Lana is shoved back in to the bag and the others are lifted up. Before they realize what is going on, they are hurled against some cold metal. It takes a while for them to recover. They soon realize they are in a moving vehicle. It is dark in the bags though, and they can't seem to escape the folds of fabric. The only sounds to be heard are the shuffling struggle of the children trying to untangle themselves from their bags and the occasional whimpers. That is, until an unfarmiliar voice whispers "hello?"
"Who's there?" Electra says. Her voice is shaky.
"I'm Bunie. Wh-o are you? Are there more than one of you?" Whispers the other voice. It sounds like a terrified young boy.
"I'm Electra, and yes, there are four of us. Crybaby, Lana, Troye and me." She says, a little louder and and less shakily. She makes her way out of the bag and now sees the dimly lit area. There is cold, smooth, metal on all four walls and the floor. They are being bumped and jerked around with every movement of the truck. Electra then notices Cryaby is out as well, helping troye get his bag off of his head. Lana is struggling too. "Let me help you lana" she whispers as she feels her way through the darkness and slides the sack over Lana's head. Lana immeadiatley clings to Electra's dress, still caught in the trauma. Electra whispers a gentle "Shh. We are together. Its ok." To her. Stop lying. She thinks. She pets Lanas tangled red-brown hair. She then turns to see Bunie for the first time. He has a tight blindfold on as well as being tied to a handle on the wall with a thick rope. He has light blond baby curls that fall over the blind fold. She can just make out a bruise on his cheek.
"Bunie- uh- would you like me to try and get that blindfold off of you?" She asks.
"Oh yes please. It hurts my face. Badly."
Electra coaxes Lana off of her and crawls on hands and knees over to where he is.
She is suprisimhly calm. Probably because of how many awful situations she has been in.
"I will try and get the rope off of your arm." Mumbles Crybaby, following Electra.
After around five minutes of struggling, the girls have both succeeded. "Thank you so much." Bunie whispers, rubbing his eyes and sore red wrists. "S-so. The wolf got you too? When?" He asks tenativley. "Just before we were thrown in here." Whispers Troye. He is surprised that he has the strength to speak. "Oh. I think he got me at least a week ago. He just put me in here yesterday though.
"What are we gonna do?" Sniffles Troye.
"Well, we need try and escape a soon as we can. In fact, feel around the walls to check for handles." Just as Crybaby reaches up the wall, the van comes to a stop. They all freeze as they hear the door slam. Lana and Troye cling to each other and back up in to the cold little corner. The others soon follow. They all hold each others trembling hands. Suddenly the back swings open and they are all flooded with light. Shielding their eyes, they don't see the big bad wolf man eyeing them over.
He looks at them like they are fresh meat.
A piercing squeal is heard as his terrifying big hands reach out. Crybaby is wrenched from the grip of the others. The man holds her up.
He looks her up and down.
"Well. Looks. It's the little one who killed a wolf. Tisk. Can't let it happen again." He half growls as he speaks. Crybaby is frozen. His meaty hands hold her.
"Crybaby. Ready or not,-"
He leans in.
"Here I come."_________________________
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Crybaby
FanfictionCrybaby, Troye, Electra heart, and Lana have been best friends since they were little. They have been through countless traumas that no child should ever have to go through, but they have done it all together. (Based off of real people) Featuring: ...