Vivian's POV:
I wake up still slightly drowsy, then take a moment to grasp my surroundings. Sitting up slowly, I lean against the wall behind me being careful not to bang my already painful head. Looking around I notice about fifteen other girls. All teens between the age of sixteen to nineteen, but only four girls look as confused as me. The others seem to be awaiting orders.
I also see a guy roughly in his thirties. He looks bored, I think to myself. Then he starts whistling a tune. A tune sounds oddly familiar. Oh my soul! He's the guy who kidnapped me! Well, one of the two. I wonder who- my thoughts get cut off when the door suddenly burst open.
For some or other reason my body forces itself off the floor into an upright position. Was the captain in me revealing itself? No I'm kidding. A little humour lightens the mood.
"Those of you who are frightened, unaware of what's going on, or even about to shit yourself, make your way over to my right," the guy with the files tucked skilfully under his arm demands.
Sir, yes sir! .. Okay I need to stop. This is a serious situation.
I walk over to where he demanded us to and the other four girls follow. We instinctively line up next to each other. The rest stay to the left side of the room. Mr. Do As I Say positions himself directly in front of us while the other two guys stand on either side of him. Outlining middleman's image and tone, he strikes me as someone who is intelligent, informed and rather intense. This guy was surely not to be messed with.
I glance over to my right and notice two of the girls observing the men in front of us while the other two are crying. Tears start forming in my eyes once I acknowledge the seriousness of our current dilemma.
"I'm Marcus." Middleman begins, causing me to snap my head back in his direction. "Since you won't be able to escape, which I have made sure of, I might as well shed some light on your curiosity. The copacetic, yet unsympathetic, men who brought you onto this path would be Frank", he looks to his left, "and Steven." He says looking to his right. Then places his attention back on us.
So that's their names.
I keep repeating those three names in my head like a procrastinator does with information the evening before an exam. Marcus, Frank, Steven... Marcus, Frank, Steven... I must remember... Marcus, Frank, Stephan- Steven!
"You five will each go through the 'Triple E' - Extremely Excruciating Evaluations. These compulsory procedures are purely meant for your body. Whatever happens to you mentally, self-spiritual medication is advised. Should you however decide not to cooperate, and we find ourselves no longer needing you.. You pick the weapon and we'll make it long and painful. Understood?" We all simply stare at him. Being horror-struck with information flying towards us all at once, we find ourselves clammed up.
"What about my family?! My friends?! My future?!" Who the hell is this dodo? Like the threat, Mr. Do As- that Marcus made isn't sinister enough. Do you want to die?
I rotate my head to see us all staring at the girl standing in the middle of the five of us. Her eyes are bloodshot, hands trembling with fear, but she is most certainly brave I'll admit.
"What about them?" Steven replies ever so nonchalantly and I involuntarily look in his direction. "We are your future. You will need to forget about your old life. It no longer exists." Marcus says shortly after, shifting my focus.
Those words run repeatedly through my mind, like a broken record. How could I possibly forget about my life? To pretend that my family, my parents never existed, my best friend, my boyf- my ex and Lucas. Hell, I still have one year left of school to finish and a prom to plan. Oh, wait... Nick and I... Well, this blows. There goes my prom date.

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Man in the Wall (Who is he?)
Mystery / Thriller[Winner of The Fiction Awards 2018 for Best Mystery/Thriller, Best Overall Story and Best Undiscovered] Vivian Harper Maldonado, a 17-year-old facing her last year in high school. With pranks abroad, laughter spewing and perfect friendships, what mo...