I awoke with a pounding headache.
I was tied up in a van next to Adam, Sam, and James.
Across from us was a large man in black, and Emily.
"Let me go you sonofabitch," Emily roared, kicking him in the face. He hit her, hard.
"Don't fucking touch he-" Adam started. Before he finished, the man had crossed across the van. His neck was snapped with an echoing and sickening crack.
"Adam!" She screamed, breaking through the zipties around her wrists. She ripped him towards the opposite end of the van.
"Aw aren't you a pretty thing," he smirked. He was silenced by her fist connecting with his nose. She didn't stop until he was good and knocked unconscious.
Sam and James ripped through their own, and she bit through mine.
A couple hours of uncomfortable silence later the door opened. And Emily flew towards the light.
She was caught by another large man, with a skinny man peering out from behind him.
"Hey Hey Hey little lady this'll work better if-" the voice was interrupted by shrieking, as she had sunk her teeth into his body guards shoulder.
Sam elbowed the other scientist in the face, and James took off.
I was knocked out again, proceeding my climbing out of the van.
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I woke up in a cell, on the floor. James and Sam stood in front of a large metal table, Emily held by her wrists. That was the first look I got at the thin man.
He was nearly seven feet tall, but he was very thin. His olive colored pants were barely held on his hips with a belt. His dark blue shirt was loose. His lab coat fell to his knees baggily. His hair was deep brown, and stood in tufts. His eyes were pale grey and looked very very tired.
"I am Jared Singer. But you will call me professor. And now that you're all awake, Jesse do you have any weapons on you?" I shook my head.
"Good Good. Now Emily, unless you'd like to be shocked, again," he paused, glaring.
"I'd like you to remove your weapons, they will be returned when you're aloud to leave." He finished. She glared. But then got to work.
She pulled a lighter out from her ponytail, three knives from her shirt, two more from her belt, and another from her boot. She pulled her long knife she got from me out from under her shirt. She pulled a large bag of gunpowder from her pocket.
"I said ALL of them." The professor spoke.
She sighed, and pulled her brass knuckles out of her pocket, a razor blade out from her hat, four more lighters from her the bandanas around her wrists, a throwing hatchet from the back of her belt, a bomb from her other boot, a hammer from the inside of her leg, two daggers and a pistol from inside her shirt.
He gave her a stern look. She sighed and reached down the back of her pants, pulling out a small baseball bat.
"Better." He smiled. She grumbled sitting back in the chair she was in.
"Take em back to the cell boys," he said to the body guards. They herded us back to a different room. We walked down a long metal walkway and we were shoved in the last cell.
"I'm boredddddd" she called. A thinner guard in a new looking uniform walked over to us.
"Hey y'all, my names Roy. Can I get you anything?" He asked, his drawl suttle.
"Bottle of water," Sam asked.
"Food," James groaned, his stomach growling as if to prove a point.
"Uh nothing for me," I said.
"A goddamned book and a tennis ball. Stat," Emily growled, her body hitting the bars. The loud rattle seemed to make Roy walk a little faster.
Our cell was maybe 15x15', with two sets of metal bunk beds, a low metal table, a metal toilet with a roll of toilet paper to the side, a 8x6" window Emily couldn't even reach, four scratchy navy blue blankets, and four semiflat pillow. There was a clock across from the cell bars.
Roy came back about 10 minutes later, with four bottles of water, her book, tennis ball, and a platter of grilled cheese.
"Thanks," she said, taking the food. She set it on the table, slapping James's hand. She tossed the book onto a bed, and put the water on the table.
We sat and ate. At least the three of us. She sat on the bed, her arms wrapped around her knees. I wolved down a grilled cheese in three bites. I slid next to her.
"What's wrong," I whispered.
"I got kidnapped, literally watched my ex get murdered, and got stripped of my weapons. I'm absolutely wonderful Jesse, what about you?" She growled. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders as the silent tears started building.
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Can't Hide Forever
Teen FictionIn order to save the life Jesse Summers knows he has to face his past, and his biggest fear. And rely on a few people. Someone who used be his best friend. His best friend. Someone he hates. Someone who hates him. And a girl. A girl who used to...
