Kidnapped

Shopping for deadly objects

After Marisa threw the map out the window, it just seemed to make the men even more mad than they were before.

    “Get. To. Your. Cabins. NOW.” Ginger said, shaking with fury.

    We all listened and ran up the stairs back to our cabins. Jean, Devin, and Gage shut the door to their room and me, Marisa, Harry, and Liam did the same.

    “Why did you do that?” I asked Marisa.

    “Because. The map was obviously important to them. They were using it to kidnap kids, I mean, duhh.”

    Liam nodded, “Yeah but I think that they’ll still be able to get us to the mountain without the map.”

    “True,” Marisa said.

    We all sat on the floor and waited for something else to happen.

    After about two hours Blondie opened the door. “We’re here. Follow me.”

    I got off the floor and followed him, Marisa behind me, Liam behind her, and Harry behind him.

    We walked out to the side of the boat where Devin, Gage, and Jean already were. I could see land close by.

    We arrived about five minutes later, and Ginger tied up the boat with Blondie’s help. We all got off and stepped onto the land. It seemed like we were in the middle of no where to me.

    “So now what?” I asked.

    “Now we take you to the Boss.” A brown guy said.

    We walked behind them, not talking, for about fifteen minutes before we came to a small cabin in the middle of no where. Ginger opened the door without knocking and we followed.

    It was empty except for a small couch with a man sitting in it. He had blonde hair so light that it was practically white, cold blue eyes, and skin so pale that it was almost blue. “Hello,” he said.

    Ginger nodded, “Raven. We brought you five boys and two girls.”

    “Ages?”

    Ginger glanced at us. “Introduce yourselves. Say ages, gender, and name.”

    Jean went first, “Jean, male, 17.”

    Devin, “Devin, male, 16.”

    Gage, “Gage, male, 16.”

    Liam, “Liam, male, 15.”

    Marisa, “Marisa, female, 14.”

    Harry, “Harry, um, male, 15.”

    Me, “Kayla, girl, 13.”

    Raven nodded. “They should be useful.”

    “What do you plan on doing with us?” Jean asked.

    Raven stood and circled around us, examining like a hungry shark. “Boys seem fit, girls are alright. No one would buy them for much money though, they are too young. Boys could work in fields but...I think I have a better purpose.”

    “What?” Harry asked.

    Raven smiled. “Entertainment.” He smiled at us, “Have you ever heard of Blood Fire?”

    “No,” I answered.

    “Very illegal. We haven't done it in a while, couldn’t fine a group of people young enough, interesting enough, and so on. But I think that it could work with you,” he paused, “It’s a game where you fight each other to the death. It’s one man for himself. You fight on the peak of a volcano, active of course, around the lava. Last person standing lives.”