Hostage

The Calling

The man walked into our suddenly lifeless room, his footsteps echoing loudly. It seemed as though the only sound that could possibly be heard was this man's footsteps through the cold metal room. He cleared his throat and took a piece of paper out of his perfectly tailored black suit.

"Stevens, Smith, Crow, Evers, Myers, and Cloud. Get your things and be in the arena by sunrise." The man boomed, his voice echoing just as loudly as his steps had.

He promptly exited, and closed the door behind him. Several collars beeped, signaling that hey had once again been turned on, mine being one of them. As I said before, we were all stuck here. I rolled my eyes in repulse. 3, 2, 1. . .

Several screams of fear, sorrow, and anger erupted soon. I don't see why, though. They couldn't do anything about it. There was no reason to be wasting your energy screaming about being Chosen. The names had been picked. If the Arena's newest guinea pigs didn't show up by the set time, their collars would beep three times before the shock came.

Oh, by the way, I'm Jett. Jett Forest. I would've been in ninth grade this year, but... You see how that turned out.

Anyway, the shock was almost the worst part. It was kinda like a shock collar, but for people. Except this one didn't just buzz.

It killed.

Controlled.

If they wanted you in the Arena when you weren't, they had the choices of killing you, controlling your mind, or dragging you out there to kill people, then taking you to the Suicide Room, which had everything from whips to guns; they wouldn't kill you, but they'd definitely teach you not to be late again.

After they wounded you, they'd shove you back into the Cage, a horrid place filled with insane captives.

That's where I was stuck- in the cage with these dying, insane, sorry excuses for people.

And Hope Fox, or Fox as I called her.

She was here too.

It seems like just yesterday we were barely escaping the Army, the Cage, the Suicide Room, the Arena . . .

But it wasn't.

It was a year ago.

A freaking year ago.

They caught us again last month. I hate myself for letting them catch us again; I always will. But I guess that's just how this twisted place works. They let you believe you've actually won, that you're finally free of this living hell forever.

Then, they snatch you up like griffons to a field mouse.

They hurt you.

They hurt the ones you love.

The ones you've been fighting forever to keep safe, when that person's been fighting just as hard for the same reasons.

People like Fox.

That's right, people. I love her. I love Hope Fox. We've been through everything together. I knew I loved her; she was my best friend. But I'd never have the guts to tell her I love her, no matter how many battles I'd fight, no matter how many wounds they'd give me, no matter how many times I'd go insane before finally regaining my mind.

They knew I was powerful.

They knew I knew stuff.

They knew I knew the way out.

That was my goal; but I was stuck here, a collar hung tightly around my neck, chaining my sorry butt to this room, where they thought was worst for me.

I was dragged away from my thoughts as Fox walked up to me.

"Hey Jett," she whispers. I saw the white of her wonderful green eyes. Something was . . .

Different.

Wrong.

Painfully wrong.

She had seen something.

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Hey guys! I'm SOOOOO sorry for not updating lately, I've been working on my other book, "Love Sucks." You would like it. You should read it. (PLEASEEEEE) So anyway, if you see something wrong, do speak up. and hey, do me a HUGE favor and hit the favorite button pleaseeee! Not the person next to you, YOU. yes, YOU. THE PERSON NEXT TO YOU WILL NOT DO IT. I'M COUNTING ON YOU PEOPLE! thanks for reading :)))))

P.S.- Okay, so I'm kinda like, ALWAYS lost for ideas. If you have a great idea for this story, you can always tell me! I'll be sure to read it and consider it for the story :) thanks again guys!

-Flash💕