Eyes Of the Lost

2- New Friends

I wake up groggily to feel a bag around my head, tied on my neck in such a way that I can still breath. I hear heavy breathing from in front of me. I've never felt so scared, so vulnerable, so angry.
Then, the bag on my head is pulled off and I'm in a dim lighted room. A boy with light skin, brown hair, and enchanting purple eyes is in my face, looking me over. I spit at him and he jumps back in suprise.
"Awake already I see..." He groans, wiping the spit off of his cheek. Behind him I can see the small outline of a girl... Samantha.
I'm fuming, my face hot. My anger takes me over. I stand suddenly, readying my hand to slap the girl across the face. She stands back and covers herself, terrified. But when I attempt to let my hand fly, I can't move. I can't even breathe. I'm stuck there and the boy walks to me, his face furious. His light purple eyes have turned deep and glowing. Suddenly, I can move. Then, he punches me in the gut.
I fall to the floor, clutching my stomach as I try to swallow every breath I can get. The boy looks down at me.
"Thanks for the introduction Vivi. Sure was nice meeting you," he says sarcastically.
My eyes widen. I want to talk, but I can barely breathe. How do you know my name?!
Once I finally catch my breath, I look up to see the girl, Samantha, standing over me, hand outstretched. I push her away. I am not wanting help from these people. Especially her.
I push myself up and back away.
"How did you... You... Know my name?" I gasp.
Suddenly, we hear an alarm go off. Its loud and piercing, making everyone jump.
"Goddamitt!" The boy shouts angrily.
Samantha looks at him, distressed.
"I'm sorry.... I couldn't hold it any longer," she sighs, out of breath.
The boy groans. "Its fine. We need to get her out of here. Do you have another syringe?"
"No!" I shout. "Please."
Samantha and the boy exchange looks.
"Fine. But stay quiet and do what we say. Or else, I'll make you." His eyes flash bright for a moment, but dim down.
How did it get to this? I just want to go back to my room and draw in my notebook. Cuddle up in my heated sheets and sleep forever.
I nod, despite not wanting to.
"Good. It was a pain getting you here anyways. Lets move!" The boy shouts as the door slams open, men in uniforms bursting through. I stare, mouth wide. Their guns... They're huge.
The boy grabs me.
"What the fuck are you doing? Go!"
And I do. I run down the dim hallways I've never seen before. We must be in the underbelly of the school. We can hear dogs snarling not too far behind us. But we don't stop. We can't.
Ahead I can see the faint outline of a door. The outside? We keep running. The boy is basically holding Samantha in his arms. She looks completely worn out. From what? We reach the door, the boy pulls it open and runs inside. I follow suit, and just as I'm about to slam it closed, I see the people at the end of the hall. The dogs are far ahead, and they're all running at us.
I throw the door shut.
"Th-their coming!" I stumble my words. Samantha, who is now on her feet, stares at me with wide eyes. "Find something to barricade the door! Quickly!" She shouts, the stress apparent in her voice.
We look around the room quickly. Everything is so foreign and ugly. Its all metal... The floor, the ceiling, the walls, the file cabinets...
"Quick! I shout. "The file cabinet!"
The boy and I run over and shove it towards the door sluggishly. It's heavier than it looks. The dog barks in the distance boom down the hall, and the sound of stomping boots is making my heart beat out of my chest.
I breathe as we finally get the steel file cabinet blocking the door. But we all know it won't hold. But we can catch our breath.
"I told you I should ave' come!" An unfamiliar voice. I spin around, my face red. To my surprise, there's a little boy sitting on the ground. He's just there tracing the marks in the floor with his pudgy little fingers. He looks to be, at most, 9 years old. His hair is buzzed and blonde, his eyes also a dark shade of purple. Freckles sprinkle his face like a mini galaxy.
"Oh, so a kid is holding me captive now too?" I asked, more confused and annoyed than I've been my whole life.
"You should probably cool it with the sarcasm," the boy who pushed the file cabinet says. "You're starting to get on my nerves."
"You guys! Stop fooling around!" Samantha shouts angrily. "We need to get before they burst through the door!"
Just like that, pounding sounds from the barricaded door. It vibrates through the entire room, chilling me to the bone. I hug myself, utterly terrified and helpless.
"How the hell are we going to get out of here?!" I shout angrily. "And why am I even helping you!"
Samantha clasps my shoulders, making me jump. "They'd kill you too. Trust us. We know."
Barking erupts at the door, the cabinet isn't going to hold much longer. I gasp when I realize... There's no way out. We're trapped. The only door out of this room is through the barricades one. It hits me. Were going to die.
Just as I think I'm about to go insane, the kid stands up. He stretches and yawns, as if completely unaware of the dire situation we're in. He cracks his knuckles and walks over to a wall. I watch as his eyes flash and he puts his hands on the wall.
"Dis wall, wight bubby?" He asks the boy, his voice childish.
"That's right Jack. Right through that wall." The boy responds.
I watch as the metal wall warps and twirls to the child's will. It looks like he's struggling and his face turns red as sweat forms on his forehead.
When he's done, he's out of breath. In front of him he's exposed another room. An exit. We all rush through. Once we reach the other side, the boy pats the child, Jack, on the back.
"Good job buddy. Now close it back. I know you can do it."
Jack groans, but goes over to the melted wall. He puts his hands on it and closes it back, slowly this time. Right as the the file cabinet falls over, the wall is sealed.
We can faintly hear confused shouting from the other room. Jack chuckles quietly to himself, proud.
I almost feel happy for escaping, but then I come to a realization. Why? Why did I try to escape with them? If I weren't to follow, I'd probably home by now. I pinch myself angrily.
I walk up to the boy and look him straight in the eyes. I'm not backing down this time.
"Why are we doing this? Where are you taking me? You haven't even told me your name! I'm just expected to follow and obey?!" I shout now, fuming.
The boy stares into my soul.
"We will answer your questions soon. We have to get somewhere safe first."
I furrow my brows in frustration.
"No! I want answers now! And if you d-"
"Your gonna make this so difficult, aren't you?" The boy groans as he places his hand on my arm.
I make an attempt to tell him off and scream at him, but my mouth won't budge. He sealed my lips. How?! I want to shout. But, of course, I can't.
"Now." The boy explains. "It's either you follow us and don't complain, or you stay here to get murdered by your own people. Its your call." He observes me, looking deep into my eyes, searching for something.
"Lets go," the boy motions to a door in the room. I can move my mouth again and breath deep. I guess I dont have a choice. I have to go with them. I join them in front of the door.
I feel someone tug on my sleeves. I look down to see Jack looking up at me curiously. "Are you weady to go outside?" He asks. Outside? I'm going outside? I shiver, scared of what I'll see. Scared of the unknown.
As the boy reaches for the door knob Samantha puts a hand on my shoulder. She must have noticed how scared I was.
"Its okay..." She whispers tiredly. Samantha gives me a soft, sympathetic smile. Her hair is dazzling in the dim ceiling light.
I face back to the door and listen to its loud scraping of metal against metal as the boy forces it open. As I feel a flurry of wind rushing my hair back, I breathe deeply and open my eyes.

End of Chapter 2