The Next Generation

Chapter 1: Collette

one day soon I will get around to this

of course you will Nilla, in about thirty years. :3

you shush now see I'm doING IT DOING IIIIT

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I wave my hand in front of me out of childhood habit, smiling as the automatic doors to the convenience center slide open and I make my way out into the empty parking lot, swinging my already half empty Dr. Pepper in my hand. Another night to myself. Another night where I have absolutely nothing to do. Another night to let my life slip away.

...Maybe I should tone it down a bit on the Danisnotonfire...

I hear shoes scraping the ground, and I pause to turn and see if the owners daughter is following me. And yet...I see no one. I take a deep breath and tell myself I'm just being paranoid, that no one is out here besides me, and I turn back and take another swig of my Dr. Pepper.

I hear it again, and nearly choke on my soda. Okay, okay Collette car is right there, like five feet away. Wow Collette move your feet before we get assaulted. Collette now would be a good time to start moving the footsteps are GETTING LOUDER!!!

I start to move a bit too late. Well okay a lot too late, because the second I move my foot a fraction of an inch I'm already being grabbed and my head's already being shoved in a sack and I'm being moved in the opposite direction of my car.

I try to scream but something gets shoved in my mouth, and I can't breath for a long moment. The front of my legs hit something, and before I know it I'm being lifted up and shoved inside of what I assume is a car trunk or something of the sort.

My wrists are held behind my back in a position that makes my joints burn until I start to get dizzy and light headed and what little I can see of the sack becomes blurry and then dark around the edges. I groan as consciousness slips away from me, half out of pain and half out of the fact that I let this happen.

The buddy system has failed me. But then again it's been a while since I had any buddy's.

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I wake up suddenly, only to be welcomed by a sharp 'ping' of metal that makes me jump out of my skin. I look around, confused by my surroundings and condition. Usually in those movies where the girl gets captured she wakes up in a dark room with a dirt floor with her wrists bound and some form of drugged cloth shoved in her mouth, but I'm no where near that description.

I do appear to be in a warehouse, but the floor looks like it's at least been swept over once--recently in fact--and I'm lying freely on the floor with--who actually would have guess--a pillow. My hands aren't bound and there's nothing in my mouth or around my ankles. I don't feel sore, so I obviously haven't been abused in anyway what-so-ever.

And my Dr. Pepper has been refilled and looks like it's been chilled.

Yeaaa...like whoever put me here actually expects me to drink that. It's probably been drugged like crazy with some strange drug from some weird foreign country that specializes in spiking young girls drinks. Or maybe it's like those water bottles that blow up when you move them around. Either way I'm not touching it.

I stand up and stretch, yawning as I look around for some way to tell time. It still appears to be night, probably some ungodly hour considering my sleeping schedule is so out of whack. Maybe if I'm quick and smart (two things that never combined well for me) I can get out of here while my attacker is still asleep. I walk around, silently observing my surroundings: a couple throw pillows on the ground where I was lying, my drink, tall walls and an arched ceiling that's far too tall to reach. No windows at all, as far as I can tell.

And a door. But y'know, it's not like it's unlocked.

I walk over to it and get down on the ground, closing one eye to focus my double vision and peering through the crack between the ground and the door. I hold my breath and place my ear against the floor too to check and see if I can hear any vibrations or something like that that they do in the cool spy movies. No voices, no sounds, no feet walking by. Nothing.

I left my head off the ground, rubbing my ear. I probably have some weird ear disease now and I'm gonna die in like two weeks. I groan and stand back up, leaning against the door and hitting my head against it once. Curse whoeve--

I don't get to finish the thought because the door flies open and I land out in the hallway.

I have to sit there on the ground for a moment before it can register, but when it does I have to choke down laughter. Scratch the last thought--whoever put me here is an idiot and they must know it. Who leaves their victims door unlocked. I stand up and brush off my black jeans, before I start walking down the hallway to the right, since the left comes to a dead end. I end up at a door, and hm, what should I do now? I twist the handle and it pops right open, but what I see inside makes me come to a dead stop.

Inside is a large table shaped like an oval, with chairs position all around and computers lining the walls. But walking around the room are five other girls.

They all turn to stare at me considering I've just made a big (and cocky might I add) entrance, and now that there's more attention directed to me, I become shy again. The first girl I see has medium dark brown hair that fades into white and tan skin, with brown eyes and purple glasses framing them. She's wearing an oversized grey t-shirt and black leggings. She's barefoot.

The second girl I see has long dark purple hair, with a black bow tied in the back, and pale skin. She's wearing a white tank top and a black cardigan with skulls on it, along with dark purple jeans and black high-tops. When she turns to face me I see that she also has brown eyes, but hers are more hazel.

The third girl is tall and skinny, with long wavy brown hair that fades into blonde. She has bright blue eyes and pale skin, and she seems to be wandering around sulking. She's wearing a graphic t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, black yoga pants, and Vere Bradly flip flops.

The fourth girl has curly brown messy hair and tired brown eyes; she has pale skin and she's wearing just a nightgown. She's picking at the wood on the table with fire burning behind her eyes, and she's scowling.

The last girl has dirty blonde hair that's pulled back into a loose braid, and fairly tan skin. She again has bright blue eyes and has a nearly similar facial structure to girl number three. She's wearing a yellow and black plaid shirt that cuts off at the elbows and black yoga pants with another pair of flip flops. Before I can get a breath out they all start talking at once.

"Holy crap I love your hair." girl number two.

"You here to join the club sister?" girl number four.

"How's't goin?" girl number one.

"I love your shirt so much." girl number five.

"When'd you wake up?" girl number three.

It takes me a moment to come up with an answer. On a normal occasion I would've taken the time to answer each question, but I was exhausted, confused, kinda cold, and over all pissed off, so I went with the first thing that came to mind: "Is this how you greet all your prisoners?"

Girl number two laughs with girl number one, and girl number four rolls her eyes and shoves a chair to the side. Both girls numbers five and three look confused.

"Oh, no, you've misunderstood, w--" girl number three starts to say, but number four cuts her off.

"We're not the kidnappers, we're the kidnappees. Welcome to the club. We're trying to figure out where the sons of bitc--" she gets cut off by girl number one.

"Now then, Chloe, I'm sure she's just as confused as we are. Come here, we'll tell you what we know. I'm--" she starts to say her name, but is cut off by the largest door on the right side of the room opening. A man with slicked back dark hair walks through wearing formal attire, and he smiles as his eyes sweep the room.

"Ah, girls, you're all awake! Come now, have a seat; we have a lot to discuss!"