Found-
I lay back and shut my eyes, darkness surronds me. It protects me, covering my bruised soul like a blanket. I listen closely for a few moments. My ears detect no noise, no sound of any invaders. I sighed with content, I completed another day, another day of pure torture. The fight is endless, and I often wonder if my life is even worth fighting for? Different thoughts cram into my brain as I lay uncomfrotable on this foreign ground, an abandoned hospital that has been shut down for sixty years. I shift my position on the ground to my left side and stretch out my right leg. A silent yawn escaped my lips, right before I drifted off to a land of sleep.
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"She's moving! Positions boys!" My eyes flicker open to a startling site, 4 men hovered over my body, guns in there hands and they were all aimed at me. It took me a second to acknowledge where I was, and what was going on. I have finally been caught, and after three years of running I think that it is my time. I sit up and push my back against the nearest wall. I use my leg muscles to push my body off the hard floor and onto my sore feet. My whole body ached with pain, I haven't ate a good meal or slept in a bed since the Savage Army took over. My body was fragile, and the strange men knew that as much as I did. There was no way of escaping this time.
"Do it, why don't you? You all have your guns pointed at me, yet no one has shot me." I flip my long brown hair with my left hand and walk toward one of the men and he jumps back. A giggle left my lips. Are they scared of me? I walk a few more inches in the men's direction and they continue to step back.
"Why are you all so afraid of me? Why won't you shoot me? Am I a big bad scary girl?" My mouth curves into a wicked smile.
"Awh, Come on." I saunter close to my man of choice, a young looking boy with Sandy blonde hair and green eyes. I take my right hand and caress it over the suit he was wearing. He cringed at the simple touch. I batted my eyes and smiled. "Now boys, why don't we forget about all of this, put the guns down and let me go." I pulled on the blonde boys tie and let out a flirtatious laugh.
Then within a few seconds, a more powerful laugh echoes through the room, this time not coming from my lips.
"You brave girl." I turned to see a tall man in a dark suit, he did not have a gun nor any weapon of any kind.
"and who may you be?" My attempt of bravery was slightly breaking by the cracks in my voice. My fear was at it's highest and there was no way of hiding that.
"Ambassador Darment. Leader of the Savage Nation, we've been looking for you Jayleen. For a long, long time." He pointed at me when he said my name than dragged his fingers across boys mouth seductively.
"You are way more attractive then your little brother, did you know that? You look just like your mother, Timmy favors your father's looks though."I cringe at the thought of my family imprisoned, and hatred fills my heart.
"What is so special about me, anyways?" I move my legs until I'm standing face to face with the devil himself. My arms crossed over my chest and my face grew dark.
"Oh, dear. You don't know, do you?" His old hand reaches out to my face, wrinkly fingers trace the outline of my chin. He lifts his fingers up and touches my lips, pulling his fingers across the delicate surface. I growl, with a dirty ominous look on my face. He doesn't take kindly to my warnings and continues touching my features. His pinky finger touches my petite nose and an evils laugh bellows from him. I pull my body away from him.
"I want my family back!" He pulls his body closer once again but this time he francs my waist.
"You will see your family soon, you just have to agree to come with us, or you can refuse and we can do this the fun way."
He wraps his hand around my back and reaches for my backside. I push the creep away.
"Do not touch me!" I scream and by reflex my fist punctures his face. Blood begins to drip down his lips and onto his chin. I immediately search for an escape root, but the men have scattered themself around every exit.
"You Bitch!" Next thing I know his hand is sharply around my neck. Nails like claws digging into my skin. Laughter echoed from behind me, the men were still in a row against the wall.
"I could end you, brat! It wouldn't be difficult. Hell I could kill you right here." The grip tightens and my face grows purple. I can feel my lungs collapse from the lack of air, the world starts to become hazy. An eerie ringing vibrates my ear, and my vision begins to impair. The voices of the other men become a silent murmur as my life slips into a dark underworld.
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"Timothy! What do you think you're doing." I call out to my younger brother. He had found a way onto the roof of the building we were hiding in.
"I'm having fun!" It has been a while since Tim had laughed. After we brutally watched the savages kill our older sister and capture our parents, he has been a lonely boy. He spends most of his free time crying into my arms. When he isn't crying he is adventuring the woods and searching for secret under ground hideout. "Well, please get down from their. The savages could see you." Timmy shakes his long brown hair and jumps down from the roof. "You're no fun." He pushed my shoulder and yelled "tag!" I smile for the first time in a while and chase after him laughing. We played tag all afternoon until the sun goes to sleep and the moon awakens.
