Raven Haired Boy (10k Love Story)

Raven Haired Boy

*A few days later*

I am awoken abruptly by being ripped out of 10ks comforting arms and being dragged along the stone ground which scrapes my back.

"10k!!" I scream frantically struggling to escape the arms of my captor who attempts to drag me out the room. "No!!!" He yells lunging towards me. I try to reach his arm but to no avail my vision clouds and I can no longer see with the amount of tears flooding out of my eyes like a tsunami destroying everything in its path. my heart had been broken in two and my other half was with 10k. I needed him.

the rough arms around me tightly grip onto my malnourished body which is fighting desperately to escape his grip as he handles me down the narrow hall.

10k pov

i desperately try to reach out to her but another two guys come in and beat me to the solid ground. i jump up and send a strong punch to the overweight guy "Ahh" he moans gripping his jaw in pain. i punch him again causing his nose to crack he lets out a scream. while the other male grabs me in a head lock i elbow him he gasps for air gripping his stomache. I turn around and knee him in the groins he falls on his knees in pain.

Her screams echo through the hallway.

Another two men enter the room hearing all the comosion and drag out the original guards, the slightly obese guy who most certainly now has a broken nose and the other guy who is still in pain from being kneed. While the other guy kicks me in the rib and slams the door behind him.

"AHHHHHH!!!" I kick the door and punch the wall infuriated. I run my fingers through my hair. "no no no no... she can't be gone"
"i swear if you touch HER!" i yell down the hall to the guards on their way to seeking medical attention. i continue striking the wall...

Astrids pov

i am taken into a room where fresh blood stains the stone ground. The silence in the room is filled by my sobbing. The room was cold enough for my tears to turn to icicles. A man with a scruffy beard and protruding nose enters the room. he stands behind me breathing cold air onto my neck. "well well well who do we have here?" he smirks.

I stare into his cold blooded eyes.
"Answer me" he raises his voice, and delivers a fist to my face.

I pound his chest which further aggravates him, he pulls out his gun."i wouldn't do that if i was you little missy" he glares. "Well then, whats your age?" Again i dismiss him. he continuously smacks and beats me for a while taking his anger out on me. Before leaving the room his guards hand him a cloth to wipe the blood stains from his knuckles.

My aching body collapsed to the ground in pain when he left. I lay their bruised, battered, cold and alone. I traced my hands over the necklace 10k gave me back at the prison as i sat there in darkness feeling empty.

*1 day later*

"Wake up!" A guard yells while he slams on every cell door walking along the hall. I move curiously toward the small bars in the door. The door is opened by a man with long brown hair, a piece of material is placed over my eyes to conceal my vision and my hands are tied behind my back. A large hand is pushed on my back forcing me to walk forward. I hear other people infront and behind me who struggle against their captors while being led into the unknown. By this point i know putting up a fight wont get me anywhere.

I hear chains being attached to the other prisoners and I. My blind fold is removed. The radiant sun hits my eyes like a laser beam blinding my temporarily i cannot remember the last time i had seen natural light. A row of bruised females are placed on some kind of stage we are all chained to each other. The chains rattle as some women try to break free. A women in her 30's with a scar over her left eye and scruffy red hair stares at me for a few seconds. "Im Sara,"

"Im Astrid. What is going on?" I ask out of my swollen lips. She sighs and scans the bruises and cuts on my body "Its like an auction." "An auction?" She nods her head, as people begin to fill the grassy field "they have survivors come in here and buy us in exchange for supplies..."
"What would they need us for?"

"Well that depends on who claims you, some want you to do some hard labour for them or other morbid activities."

"Couldn't we just-"

"Ladies and Gentlemen,welcome survivors well do we have some fine catches..." a bald man announces loudly while pacing up and down the stage. The crowd cheers, "here we have Donna, aged 44, who wants her?" The crowd yells loudly. "We will start off with 3 days worths of supplies!" Some men raise their hands up. "1 weeks of supplies!" Few men put their hands up. "2 weeks of supplies!" One man cheers and raises his hand he then runs up on stage. "Sold to the-" "Cannibal!" The guy shouts to the crowd as he whispers to Donna "i like them thick, theirs more flavour."

Donna is unchained from the chain "please! You- you dont want me!" She screams in horror. The cannibal displays his prize proudly making his way to the gazebo where i presume he will 'pay' for Donna.

I look towards Sara uneasily, she looks at me helplessly.

Hours pass and not all of the girls have been bided on by anyone so they are hauled back inside to their cells.

"Here we have... um."
The man with the bearded leader who had abused me moved from the crowd and makes his way to the stage, "here, is the mysterious female who has hidden her identity from us, she is a stubborn bitch who needs some disapline, she is great at slaughtering zombies, we will start the bid for her at 1 month of supplies!" He yells to the field of participants. The crowd goes wild and cheers all the participants raise their hands up.

"3 months!"
"6months!"
"9 months and 4 weeks!"

"1 year and 2 weeks worth of supplies and ammunition..." A tall slender figure calls out.
The leader on stage smiles, and signals for one of his men to unchain me and take me into the gazebo. I scuffle toward the man pulling me like an animal. I then hear more chains behind me.

I peered back. A line of guys were being led out for auction. I caught glimpse of a guy in a camo top drenched in blood.
The black bags over their heads were removed. I see the all too familiar face of the raven haired boy with a beaten face. "10k!"
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