The Teenage Menace

2

Alison's POV

"Fucking hell." I curse as I hide behind a dumpster, a pistol held tightly in my hands. "Alex, any open spaces?"

"'Fraid we might actually be stuck..." Alex said next to me, glancing over the bin every once in a while.

"We can't loose to these assholes..." I hiss. "I'm not doing that."

"We already lost Tris." She sighed. "There's maybe a twenty percent chance we'll get out of here..."

"Perfect." I smirk. "Any chance in my favor that's above twenty is good enough for me."

"You're missing the other eighty percent dude!" She snapped.

"Think about it, do you still have that bomb?" I ask.

"Yeah-"

"Perfect. Give me it and the detonator, stay here and kill anybody who makes it out alive."

"Alison-"

"Good luck dude." I smile. "See you on the other side."

"Alison!"

"HEY DOUCHE BAGS!" I yelled, the bomb in my pocket, the detonator in my hand. "COME AND GET ME."

Dodging bullets amount other things, I finally made it to their group. I pushed the button, watching the game go black, and felt somebody lift the VR system off of my head. Tris was standing there with a smile as she pointed to the TV screen, revealing Alex killing the last few guys.

Everyone groaned, Alex Tris and I all laughed and high-fived. I honestly really hate those douches, as good as fighters as they are. The winning group doesn't have to do any homework, or any classes, but still has to train daily with the school.

My group is on a ten-game winning streak.

Only issue with that, is the fact that the more you win, the less weapons you have. If your team was the first to be killed off, you would be taken away somewhere. We think it's massive training, or maybe even killed, but either way... you don't come back.

All three of us were dismissed from school, with smiles on our faces. "You're so lucky that fucking worked." Alex snapped.

"You gatta take risks darling~"

"Why am I always the one who dies first..." Tris pouted.

"Because you're adorable, fragile, and innocent Tris." Alex sighed. "Don't ever change."

"It's a good thing Tris, it means that this-" motioning to the burning buildings and other things "hasn't changed who you are unlike everybody else. This stuff hasn't broken you."

"Oh." She sighed. "I just wish I could be as good as you guys are... I mean, you guys keep winning and I never help-"

"Tris don't you dare ever say that again." Alex snapped. "You are such a huge part of this team it's insane. You're our eyes and ears, and our warning before things go to hell."

"Thanks..." Tris blushed.

"OH MY GOD JUST KISS ALREADY." I groaned.

"Have you guys noticed that dude with bushy eyebrows following us everywhere? Like he's always one step ahead of us... watching us..." Alex said, changing the subject.

"Is he going to kill us?" Tris asked, suddenly tensing.

"I'm pretty sure if he wanted to kill us he would have already."

(You had one fucking job Paul, don't be seen)

"True... but it's still unnerving..." Alex shrugged.

"What'chu guys wanna do now?" Tris chirped.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm exhausted..." Alex yawned.

"I could take a nap..." Tris shrugged.

"I'll stay watch then." I shrugged as well.

Truth be told, I don't sleep. At all. I'll pass out after three days, but other than that I'm perfectly fine. There's an empty lot not too far from here, we use it quite often actually. Normally it was for training, but on the few moments that we aren't allowed at home, we sleep here.

Well, they sleep here.

I sit guard, wishing it was as easy to sleep as it was for them. The sky grew cloudy, and I sighed, laying against the cool grass. This facade I keep up is getting harder and harder to stay...

I'm terrified.

So fucking terrified.

In one second, I blinked, and appeared chained to a wall next to a bloody version of the people I was supposed to be protecting. My eyes widened, and I pulled against the chains, desperately trying to escape.

"Ah, three woman... this should be fun..." an evil voice said lowly.

"Do whatever you want to me, just please... leave them alone..." I pleaded.

"Wow, didn't take much for you to break..." he said, walking towards me.

"Damion! Have you told Boss about our prisoners?" Another voice asked, stepping into the darkness.

"Tord can fucking deal for once. He has his toy, I want my own..."

"Damion." Another voice growled. "Boss wants to see you-"

A lightbulb turned on, revealing three teenage boys, and the bushy eyebrow dude. Tris woke up with a muffled scream, awakening Alex who began violently pulling on her chains.

"Alison, you don't know who I am, but you don't-"

"Paul what's going on-" a female voice asked, gasping as her eyes met mine.

Her eyes began to water, as Paul's eyes widened. "Shit, (Y/N)-"

"Is she... is she her?" She asked.

Paul reluctantly nodded with a sigh. "I-I'm sorry-"

"Ace, Collin, release them and take them to the conference room. Paul, take Damion into the torture chambers, and alert Tord of our guests."

"Yes ma'am!" All but one answered.

Ace, the one who didn't answer walked over to me, undoing the tight chains around my wrist with a warm and friendly smile. The female person looked at me with tears rolling down her cheeks as Tris and Alex were released as well.

Yup, just another day in the fucked up world huh?