Uncovering a Secret (DISCONTINUED)

chapter 6: rescue plan

The students at Mesa High rushed to get to their classes on time. Ava and Colby ran to the auditorium for P.E. once they got there, no one was doing anything, just huddling in a group. The coach beckoned them forward to huddle with them. Everyone, including Mila, looked at Ava sadly.

"what?" Ava asked as they quickly turned their heads away.

"they're mourning for something." Colby whispered.

"Oh..." Ava looked at Colby, "what are they mourning for?"

Colby looked at her, then looked away, looking at the ground and not saying anything.

"Colby?" Ava asked, suspicious.

"Ok, students, gather around, there are good news and bad news, though most of you already know about the bad news. I'll start with the good news. Our allies won the last battle with the other schools with only three thousand and sixteen dead and the enemies four thousand, six hundred and seventeen dead." Coach said, looking around the students, "as for the bad news: last night, our enemies captured Avery. We're still figuring out which school captured her though."

Ava gasped and ran out, feeling tears coming.

She ran down the halls to the girls bathroom, sat in the corner (of the bathroom), and cried. Ava heard footsteps approaching the bathroom and tried hiding as best as she could in between the wall and the sinks. The door opened and someone walked in... Mila!

"Ava, I know you're in here." Mila said.

Ava didn't say anything. She saw Mila walking to where she sat and kneeled down.

"Hi." Mila said, calmly.

Ava wiped tears away, "I'm fine. No need for comfort." she said, glaring.

"I'm not trying to comfort you. I know how it feels, having a sister being taken from you to an enemy. Just be glad it wasn't a tribe of Orks." Mila answered.

"What are yorks? I'm thinking of those round harmless mint things."

Mila laughed, and Ava forgot that she'd never heard Mila laugh before, but this wasn't a happy laugh-more like creepy, "They're Orks, O-R-K-S, and they're the opposite of harmless. They're vicious. Kind of like trolls, but taller and more brutal. They keep people's bones for rank." Mila replied, voice suddenly getting dark.

"Woah, how do you know all of that?" Ava asked.

"Well, I read for one, and two, my childhood consisted of tails of the orks. my sister and I never grew quite like normal girls. our parents died when we were young, from an attack by Orks. just last year my sister was captured by a tribe of Orks, i don't know if she's alive or not." Mila answered.

"I'm sorry." Ava said, meaning it.

"It's ok, I got used to it. I live with a pretty good foster family who has been taking care of me until I turn eighteen." Mila replied.

"Oh... ok." Ava said.

"Coach said you shouldn't train today, he wants you to go home and tell your family. He also said to help you plan the rescue. Colby's standing outside the door by the way, want us to walk home with you?" Mila asked.

"Sure. and wait, planning the rescue so soon?"

"Yeah, we need to get her as soon as possible, you don't want them to give her to the Orks. they would torture, then kill her."

"Fine," Ava said, standing up and out of the corner, "let's start walking then."

***

I woke up with a start, finding myself in another cell. My body ached all over, reminding me that this, in fact, was not a nightmare, that it was reality. That I was still captured. That I was a prisoner of a school. A school being a prison? I mean, yeah, in other states it is, figuratively. But here? No, It's not figuratively, it's physically. I heard a door opening -sadly, but also strangely gratefully, not my cell- and voices of teenager guards going down the hall toward the next cell next to mine.

"...is planning to come get the girl." said one voice, a girl's voice.

"So late? She came here a week ago and they're just now planning to rescue?" the second, a male, voice asked. they're talking about me! I thought.

"I know, right? I wonder if the boss will send her to the Orks now instead of later."

"Probably, he doesn't like that girl. He thinks she's.... What's the word?"

"A witch? He says she's a witch sometimes."

"No, and not crazy either. He thinks that she's part of the prophecy and he wants to prevent that."

"So a special one?" the girl asked.

"Sure." the male said.

The voices disappeared into a muffle and I assumed they went into the cell for some reason. I leaned against the wall, thinking about what had happened. I'd been stuck here for so long that I didn't know the date or how many days I've been in the cells. One cell after another after getting tortured was my only source of what time it was. Fourteen hours after I change cells, they come in and take me out for two hours, then have me change cells and let me take thirteen hour naps. That was the routine.

I sat in silence for a while, wondering if the guards would come take me to back upstairs. They didn't. And I listened to the silence, then fell asleep.