chosen • pentatonix

power • km

A/N : This is what Kirstie's flat looks like^^

I've finished the "plan" of the story, but I still need to do the whole "writing" part.

I'll try to finish writing it before I go back to school next Wednesday, so all I'll have to do is upload everyday.

So, look forward to that!😂

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I go back to my flat, there was a note hanging on my door. It simply says:

"chosen one."

Creepy, or what?

I have no idea what I have been chosen for, but I don't think I'm looking forward to finding out whatever chosen is, or whatever comes along with it.

The rest of the day seemed uneventful, I just spent it lounging around and watching tv. That was, until the evening.

That night...

Using my powers so much throughout the day drank up all of my energy, so needless to say I was super happy to get into my bed.

I was in bed for a solid 30 seconds when I heard voices talking from behind the front door. My room is about 10 feet from the door, so I could make out a little of what they were saying.

By little, I heard like four words out of like, 5 minutes of them talking. But anyway, the words I did hear were 'strongest', 'asleep', and 'break in'.

You can probably imagine how I was feeling at that exact moment.

Yup, you guessed it. Absolutely petrified.

I decided to try and creep out into the kitchen, to grab a frying pan or something as some sort of defence mechanism.

I take about three steps out of my room, when the door crashes to the floor and right in front of me were four gigantic men, dressed completely in black. The Society?

And there was me, in my oversized       t-shirt and pyjama shorts, completely frozen in terror.

It's all a blur from there.

The men all charge into the room. Two of them grab my arms and tie my hands together, I think to stop me from using my powers against them.

At this point I'm screaming and shouting for help, so another of the guys puts duct tape on my mouth to stop me from making other people come out of their rooms just to see what's going on.

This next part's a little blotchy for me. I didn't stop crying and struggling or something, because the last man injects me with something and the next thing I know, I'm out cold.

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I slowly opened my eyes.

What's going on?

Why are my hands stuck together?

Where the heck even am I?

I felt very drowsy, and the fact that it was basically pitch black wasn't helping. All of a sudden, my whole body flies into the far wall, which woke me right up.

Then it hit me: I'm in the back of a van. I have no memory of being placed inside said van. Which means, I must've been kidnapped!

Next, I start sobbing, which through the tape were just muffled cries and hiccups.

I attempted to stand up, which caused someone to start speaking a few feet away from me.

"She's awake again guys. Brady, you should wake the hell up aswell!!"

The male's deep voice shook me so hard that I stumble a bit and fall back over again, crashing into another person that jolts awake.

"Aargh!! Get off of me freak!" he shouts. That just makes me sob even louder, as I scramble off of him just as the car turns again, crashing into the far wall.

"This one's annoying me. Can you knock her out again? We're here now and I am not about to lift some struggling crybaby out of this van." someone says from the front of the vehicle.

"My pleasure", Brady answered. He grabs another tranquilliser dart from his bag and stands up, walking towards me.

The other guy does too, until I'm cornered. In a sickening voice, Brady creeps closer as he says "Come here honey, this'll only hurt a bit."

I whimper again, which causes the other man to grab me and hold me still.

Brady takes a step back, gets his aim and fires the dart into me, knocking me out cold for the second time tonight.

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I slowly open my eyes. I immediately start blinking rapidly, the room is extremely bright compared to where I just was.

I also appear to be strapped in 'seatbelt style' to a chair. On the bright side though, I can feel that I no longer have tape on my mouth, so I can now speak!

The obvious first thing that comes out of my mouth is :

"Can someone please tell me what just happened, and where I am now?"

As soon as the first few words escape my lips, another male walks over hesitantly, also wearing white instead of black. He must be another poor soul that has been kidnapped by the Society.

I start off saying, "Oh, thank goodness, I'm not the only one who's been-"

But when I saw his face, I was completely unable to finish the sentence.

"A-Avi?"