Escape

Chapter 2

Anthony's POV

When I woke up I was alone. It was a little dark and cold. My leg hurt where I hit it with the frying pan. I sat up and hit my head on something.
"Ow!" I yelled on impact. There was a bang on whatever was in front of me. The thing that made it so dark was lifted. I was in a cage and there were five other cages that were covered by a black cloth. A man stood in front of the cage I was in. He was wearing a creepy smile on his face and he had a can of something in his hand. It looked like pepper spray. I swollowed and stared at him. I probably looked like a hurt puppy.
"How is he?" someone asked.
"He looks okay. Just a little cut from the cage," the man said.
"Well then when we stop we'll have to take a look at it," the other person said. He sounded like he didn't want to be bothered by the task of making sure I wasn't hurt. "Cover him back up. I can't stand to look at his face."
"Should we feed them first?"
"No. Just cover that one up."
"Ugh, fine," the man muttered as he covered my cage back up and I was plunged back into darkness. I felt hot tears well up in my eyes. After a few minutes of silent crying to myself I heard someone start to sob.
"Wh-who's there?" I asked. There wasn't much of an answer. There was just a few more sobs before a real answer.
"Wh-who are you? A-are you one o-of the people?" the person asked. They sounded just as scared as me.
"M-my name is Anthony. Wh-what's yours?"
"Ch-Chaz."
"Quiet down back there!" one of the men shouted. I closed my mouth. I was scared. But Chaz didn't seem too scared.
"Wh-what's your name?" Chaz asked. I couldn't answer. I heard the man come back. He kicked a cage and I heard Chaz let out a whiper.
"What a whimp," the man said. I stayed quiet. I was scared out of my mind.

Chaz's POV

I woke up in the dark. I could feel the cold metal of what I was enclosed in under me. I heard two men talking and someone trying to stifle their sobs. I was so scared I started crying. Then they spoke to me. We didn't get far in the conversation, but at least they knew my name. The man came back and he kicked the metal enclosing me. I knew it was a cage by the way the door rattled as it had been hit. It did it's job to scare me. I tried to back up but the cage was a little too small for me. That's when I realised how cramped my legs felt.
"Be quiet or you'll be in a lot of pain," the man said. I gave a whimper as a reply. "Good."
When we had finally stopped moving for good, I heard a door open. I heard some other cages move before my cage moved. I panicked a bit as I felt my body go up in the air as the cage was picked up. I could feel heart beating really fast. Then I heard some people talking.
"So why do we have these kids again?" Someone asked.
"Because their parents owe the boss a lot of money," someone else replied. I started to freak out. I tried to get out of the cage and run off, but that didn't work. The thing that made it so dark disappeared and I was able to look around. I was definitely in a cage and there were at least four more that were covered by thick black fabric. There were a lot of men around. I was terrified. One of the men came up to my cage. He banged on it and I jumped. He laughed and turned away from me. I tried to calm down, but couldn't. This was too much. I was shaking vigorously. 

Tommy's POV

I had been terrified the whole time. I heard everything that happened with Chaz and Anthony and I wanted to not get beaten. I stayed as quiet as possible. They were being loud. I could hear them. I could've told them to be quiet, but I might've gotten it handed to me.
When we got to wherever we were being taken to, I felt a little safe to talk. The people had dumped us all together in a room. I stayed in a corner, not wanting to do much. I was scared, but didn't want to show it. I looked around at everyone. In another corner sat a boy. He looked terrified of everything. Two of the other boys went to check on a boy layng on the ground. He couldn't move, but he could feel pain. I felt bad for him. I then looked back at the boy in the corner. He was on the thin side with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. I went to go sit with him.
"Hi, my name is Tommy," I said. He looked up.
"Mine's Ben," the boy said. 
"Can I sit with you?" I asked.
"Sure," the boy replied. I carefully sat down next to him. He immediately decided I was okay and curled up next to me. I slid an arm around him in a protective way.

Josh's POV

I woke up in a room. I had been awake for a small bit in the van. Long enough to know I was with an Anthony and a Chaz. But I had fallen asleep again somewhere along the way. I could smell whatever the man had covered my face with. It was making me woozy. I flopped my head to the side and saw five other boys. Two were in a quiet conversation and sitting upright.
"Hmm," I slightly grunted. They looked over at me. One of them slowly came towards me.
"A-are you okay?" He asked. His voice was just above a whisper. I felt like I couldn't move.
"I-I c-can't m-move," I said. My tongue felt dry.
"Don't speak. You seem to be the worst off," the other said. He had moved over to me with the other boy. He was looking up and down my body. "Tell me if you feel anything."
I suddenly felt a jabbing pain in my leg and I screamed as loud as I could.
"He's not paralyzed," the boy said.
"Chaz, what the hell?! Now those people are gonna come and kill us for sure!" the other boy said. 
"Sorry," Chaz said to me. I tried to calm down so I wouldn't cry or scream. I wanted to curl up, but wasn't able to. I cried despite my efforts to not.

Ben's POV

I curled into Tommy. He was warm and I was cold. It was nice to feel a little safe. I hadn't felt safe since I was taken out of the theatre. I hoped they'd notice I was gone. I wanted to go home more than anything.
"Where are you from?" I asked Tommy.
"Brooklyn," he replied. He sounded like he was. I curled up closer to him. "Where are you from?"
"I-I'm from Norh Carolina," I replied.
"How old are you?"
"15."
"These people are basturds. Taking a 15 year old."
"How old are you?"
"16."
"I agree. They're basturds," I repeated his words in a British accent.
"You can do voices?"
"I'm in Billy Elliot, or I was. It was before I ended up here."
"Don't worry, Ben. We're going to get out of here. Maybe get some sleep," Tommy suggested. I nodded and settled into him. Then I closed my eyes and fell asleep.