I Will Find You - On hold, sorry

Chapter Four: Eyes of an Angel - Part One

Ella's POV

I laid on the floor, unmoving. My chest slowly moving up and down, as I took in my shallow breaths. It hurt so much, both mentally and physically. My body isn't used to this much pain. It shouldn't be used to this much pain.

Blood trickled down the left side of my face. The beatings seemed never-ending. So much so, that I was relieved when the darkness of exhaustion came to greet me.

The vibrations of the truck slowly ceased, until the truck came to a complete stop. I knew this wouldn't be good, and out of everyone hidden in the darkness - I was the most vulnerable. During the process of my brutal beatings, I had been dragged into the centre of the floor. I was out in the opening, while everyone else was tucked away in the darkness. Not completely safe - but safer!

I tried to drag myself out of the centre, but was failing miserably. I tried to push myself up with my hands, only to have the dizziness come back and slap me round the face once again. I fell back to the floor, hitting my face in the process. I let out a whimper at the hard contact. I rolled over onto my front. I gently tapped the lump beginning to form on my right cheek. I winced in pain, as my tap was harder than expected.

I could hear the bolts on outside of the truck, turning. I panicked. They'll take me first! They'll take me first! I kept repeating  over and over in my head, which really didn't help the situation.

"Help...please!" I whispered, desperately.

I held out my hand out into the endless nightmare of darkness, hoping that someone, would pull me out of harms way. But no one took my hand.

"Why aren't you helping me?" I croaked, in frustration.

How can they live with themselves. Letting a poor, innocent child endure so much pain, and do shit all! They're too busy trying to protected themselves. No wonder. This new world is alien to all of us, we're all scared. I guess there's just

no hope for some, and I'm one of them!

I excepted my fate, and tucked myself up into a ball, to protect myself as much as I could.

So this would be my last moments, crying in a dark oblivion, in a harsh and cruel world. Yes. This is it. Well I guess I had a pretty good go at life. Its just a shame that I didn't get a chance to succeed in it.

Memory after memory flashed before me, and I tried to savour as many as I could. My family. Are they okay? Are they going through what I am? Oh God please no!

The door opened, letting the sun enter the

enclosed place, and blind me. I hid my face in my knees, covering my eyes from the bright light, and also the fact that I was crying. If they found out, it would surely end in fatal beatings!

"Take three of them." I man with a gruff voice said.

Obviously, being closest to the door, I was one of them. I tried to wriggle my way out, but I gave up after a while, as I didn't have the strength. Mentally or Physically!

Me, a girl that was about 9 or 10 and middle aged man, were practically dragged into this strange looking building. It wasn't really a building. It was more like random blocks had just landed from God knows where!

The inside was just as strange and abnormal as the outside. White walls, with weird shaped furniture, were placed in an organized manner.

The place made me feel mixed emotions; Fear, curiosity, alienated - It seemed so futuristic!

We turned a corner, where a strange painting was hanging from the wall. It was one of the most disturbing things I had ever seen. One if the most disturbing, may I just clarify. There was a high, white podium with 12 man stood on it. All of them dressed in black, except from the man in the middle. He was dressed in white - standing out from the rest. Behind them was a black sky, and a burning sun.          

Below the podium was a huge crowd of people who all seemed to be on their knee's and bowing their heads in fear! Fear of the 12 people on the podium. The painting was an image from hell; full of hate and fear.

Is this what our world is to become? Terrified civilians put in to captivity, like animals, and forced to obey, out of fear. To cower under the dominion of the 12 leaders until death comes!

I rid my mind of the thought, and the painting - for now. Right now I need to focus on what is going to happen to me. Where are they taking me? Am I going to die?

Death.

The thought of it right now, comforts me. A place not among the cruelty of the living - but far away from it. Safely away from it; I hope! But the thought of being taken, terrifies me. The thought of being thrown in to the deep end. Obeying men that want nothing but to see me in pain! I shiver as I quickly disposed of the thought, before I made myself sick.

Before I knew it, we were standing outside a large white door, with golden door knobs. It was ridiculously big for a door, but when are captors actually open the door, and revealed the room inside - well, it made the door look tiny. Like the rest of the building, the room was white with crimson curtains, that hung from the huge windows. Large white marble pillars stood tall around the room, holding up the  huge ceiling that went on for miles.

The two men holding me up, loosened their grip, causing my legs to buckle beneath me. I fell to my knees in exhaustion, in front of some marble steps. Walking down them was a man in a black suit. Fear immediately gripped me heart, as I remembered the picture, back in the hall way.

I placed my hands behind me and pushed with my legs, in a effort to get away from him. I managed to get a few feet away from him, but my back hit the strong legs of one of the captors.

There was no escape!

I turned to my right, to see the young girl, shaking with fear, and every now and then she would look up at the captors, to see if they were watching.

I then turned to my left, to see the man; who was up on his knees with two captors, each holding one of his shoulders.

None of us had the chance to escape.

"Lydia..." My attention was back on the intimidating man, in the suit.

"Lydia, is that really you?"

"No, my name is no..." I attempted to say. "They gave you back to me, he told me to believe and it worked!"

What's happening? Whose Lydia? And who is he?

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Hey guys,

Still editing so it won't make sense.

Sorry.

Charlotte xx