13.Thirteen

15. Fifteen

Thirteen led Alex and Eleven through the grey forest. To Alex everything looked the same; They passed the grey, dead tree, after grey dead tree. Everything looked the same. Eleven observed and made sure Thirteen was okay, he looked like he was in a world of his own. "How long have we been travelling?", Alex asked, jogging up to Thirteen. "We've done about ten minutes worth of walking", Thirteen said. Alex threw his head back in frustration and went back and walked with Eleven. "What do the guards want with Twelve?!", Eleven asked himself, as he walked a bit quicker than Alex. Thirteen suddenly stopped, making Eleven and Alex crash into his back. "We're here", Thirteen said, staring at the sky where the grey turned into a blackish blue.

Twelve opened her eyes and saw she was yet again in the dreaded gas mask she had been in since she was brought here. She was barely alive, the food she was given was worse than the food at the Arena, and little of it. Her captor was a demon, she knew he was waiting for Alex and Twelve to come and rescue her. Her captor, the three-headed dog could shape-shift and was born from hell's flames itself. She wanted to get out of this terrible smelling gas mask and escape. As she was about to try to get out, the three-headed dog, who's name was Maximus, walked by. "You'll soon be a use to me", he said as he walked past. "How?", Twelve said, her voice was muffled. "I won't tell you. That would ruin the surprise", Maximus said, grinning a yellow fanged smile. He turned his heads and gave another big grin. "Looks like your friends made it", Maximus said, as he walked over to a guard and whispered something in the man's ear. The guard nodded and walked off. "What are you going to do?!", Twelve said. "Answer me!". "Don't worry about that", Maximus said. "They'll soon be with you".

Thirteens Flashback.

I was never in the back of a police cruiser before. I guess there's a first time for everything. I was handcuffed and there was a metal grill separating me and the officer. He asked me questions and I answered them all honestly. My mom was waiting for me at the police station. She looked like she was getting ready for a date; Her make up was smeared everywhere, her hair still had curlers in and she had two odd high heels on and had two different skirts on. My mom had to pay my bail and I was let go. I got a tongue lashing and a red hand from my mom in the car. She warned me not to disturb her for the rest of the night, and my guess was right; She was getting ready to go out with someone. Goodbye innocence, for what I saw, scarred me forever.