Hostage

The Sight

"Hope, look at me. What did you see?" I ask, my own navy eyes filling with worry.

We're all freaks here. Fox sees things- things in the future, past, and so on. One kid had Wolverine claws, and another guy had Sabertooth tiger teeth that could come in and out like a cat's claws. One woman was a shapeshifter- as the thought came to mind, she came barreling towards the opposite side of the room in rhino form, trying to knock a hole in the wall. it was useless; we all knew that. One old man, who was currently in the Arena (and let's face it- he probably wouldn't make it out alive.) could grow plants on a matter of seconds.

Me? I had wings. Long, black, shiny wings.

Or they were shiny. I had them unfolded now, but they drooped slightly, with one bending at an unnatural angle.

Fox looked at them, then at our collars, and she sighed shakily.

I've never seen Hope Fox cry. Not once. I don't think she's ever cried. Now though, her eyes were bloodshot and her fair skin looked paler than usual, and there were tear marks staining their way down her dirty, freckled face.

She looked me in the eyes with the most sincere gaze, and her breath trembled once more.

"They... They picked my sister, Jett. They picked Scar. She says she'll be okay, but... She's still recovering from last month." she whispers to me, her breath ragged and forced.

There was only one person in the whole world that was closer to Fox than me. That was her sister, Scarlett Fox, or as we called her, Scar.

When we were captured the first time, we were all required to give them our name. Fox and I had no idea what we were doing, so of course we gave them our real names; Scar was older. She knew what they would do. So she gave them a fake name, which was Avery Crow.

I didn't realize until now that they had picked her as a Chosen.

"She . . . She'll be fine, Fox. I know she will." I reply to her, my body going numb. Of course she wouldn't be 'fine'! She had almost died last month, when they caught us again. They caught her and they hurt her, worse than they had hurt us. Then they threw her back in here.

"No . . . She won't." Fox mutters, her voice no more than a hoarse whisper.

"There's something you aren't telling me." I say, looking her in the eyes.

"I uh . . . I saw something, Jett." she says, swallowing slowly.

So I was right after all.

"What did you see?" I ask cautiously, my dark blue eyes hiding my fear and hopelessness, but instead widening to show my concern.

Fox shakes her head, the thought of the Sight obviously too bad to talk about.

"I . . . I can't describe it. The Arena . . . Screams of despair . . . Blood. Everywhere. Then just a hollow feeling, and everything went mute. Then everything changed. You were there, and I could tell you were yelling, but I couldn't hear it. You looked like hell, Jett. Then I was yelling, and . . . And then it just ended." she sighs, holding back more tears.

I nod slowly, picturing it all in my head. She sat closer to me, and I put my dirty arm around her. Her breathing was rugged and panicked, and I could feel her heart pounding against my chest.

We both eventually fell asleep, surprisingly enough. I haven't slept in days. My thoughts have kept me awake. Thoughts about my most recent escape plan, thoughts about the Arena, and the Force, and just about everyone and everything.

When I awoke, light shone through a barely visible crack next to me. I kept one eye closed, blinked the sleep out of the open eye, then peered through the crack.

It was probably around three in the afternoon; the Battles should be starting about now.

I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the brightness. I flapped the one wing that wasn't injured, which wasn't the one Fox was leaning on.

I smiled, if only to myself, averting my eyes from the crack and focusing them on a sleeping Fox. She rolled over in her sleep, and I almost gasped, thinking I had woken her.

I exhaled the breath I didn't know I was holding when she resumed her barely audible snoring.

My dark eyes darted back to the crack at the sudden sound of an obviously large crowd beginning to cheer loudly.

I watched, dread filling my stomach, as today's pour souls strode onto the battlefield.

I knew each one by name: Sammy Stevens, Misty Smith, Avery Crow (A.K.A. Scar), Jared Evers, Allie Myers, and Ben Cloud, or as Fox and I called him, Shadow. He could make himself disappear; there was only one problem- his shadow showed.

The Force's newest guinea pigs walked onto the field in single file, like always. Their mouths were all drawn in a fine line, their expressions grim, their eyes dark and narrow. I could tell the wind was blowing softly, as if this were another ordinary day.

Let me tell you now: This was no ordinary day. Now that I think of it, no day was just an "ordinary day", not when you're a freak with wings stuck as a hostage in a twisted war.

These battles happened once a day at the least, depending on the mood of the spectators.

My thoughts were suddenly pulled away from me.

The gunshot had fired.

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Hey guys! Okay so I'm SO sorry about not updating lately! I've been really busy, and these last few chapters have come straight from my computer, so I had to copy it from there. So I really hope you liked this chapter and I hope you continue to read! Updates should be a bit more frequent now, because I can write without having to copy it from the computer. So if you have any questions or see something that needs correcting, just tell me!

I might start doing point of views... What do y'all think? Yaaasssss or nahh?

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~Flash💙