Amy's POV:
The boy and girl pushed me into a small room on the top floor, and before the door shut, the boy mouthed 'sorry' at me. I immediately went to the window on my left and tried to open it, but it was nailed shut. I sighed, and looked around the room. The walls were white, and there was a wardrobe to my right. The bed was on the opposite side of the room, and their was a crimson rug in the middle of the room. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. Great.
Lilac's POV:
Two girls left me in a room with a bed, wardrobe and window. I could see from where I sat on a rug in the middle of the room that it was nailed shut, so I just sat and hoped Amy was ok. After a few minutes I got up and walked around the room, searching for loose floorboards or anything really. I opened the wardrobe and found lots of clothing inside, along with shoes and pyjamas. I happily changed out of my baggy t-shirt and bloody trousers into a black, fluffy top with matching trousers. In fact, as I look closely at the outfits I realised they were all black or red or white.
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I woke to a girl with black hair shaking me awake.
"Kyle says that I need to train you. Go get changed and come down in 5 minutes." She said, looking down at me in disgust.
"Ok," I mumbled, not wanting to anger her. I walked over to the wardrobe, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. After I settle on a white top and black trousers, I open the door and walk downstairs. I can hear the scrape of cutlery, so I follow the sound and arrive in what seems to be a kitchen. At the counter I see Amy eating a bowl of cereal, her eyes focused on the bowl. Besides her, the girl who awoke me is fiddling with a knife, practising aiming it at the wall.
"Hungry?" She asks as I walk in.
"No."
"Suit yourself," she shrugs, and stands up, gesturing for us to follow. We follow her silently room after room until we arrive in a room with targets on the walls and a table with knives not far from it.
"Kyle said you two need to be trained, so pick up a weapon," the girl said. Amy slowly picked up a dagger, and I picked up a similar one.
"What exactly are you training us for?" I asked cautiously. She gave us a bloodcurdling smile and said,
"To become new members of our gang."
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Teen FictionThe huge man carried me down to the ground floor, since apparently I still wasn't trusted to have the ankle chains taken off. We arrived in a big room with polished floorboards, leather seats, small coffee tables and black duck tape forming a line i...
