Fork City: In a Brave new world

CHAPTER TWO| In Jail

Each of their faces was blue and with a streak that ran from their hairline, down their cheeks and stopping at the chin. The streak, to me, looked like a tattoo. But was that really important now?

     They were armed. Armed with... forks?

     Giant forks; the forks that you'd see in the medieval-based movies.

    "Vuuk Grrtsvch?"

     We all exchanged looks.

     What was he saying?

     "Vuuk Grrtsvch?!" he repeated more angrily.

     Paul seemed terrified and he raised his hands.

     They stepped back, and the leader, repeated once more, "Grrtsvch!"

     Paul lowered his hands, and we were all now looking at each other questionably. What did he want us to do?

       "Grrstvch?"

       "Pardon me, but we don't understand what you're saying," Kirsten said.

      And the soldiers looked at each other before they broke into a run, straight at us, and jumped, tackling us onto the ground, and forcing our hands to our backs. I tried to struggle to break free, but at the moment I heard a zap, I couldn't move my hands. Something was holding them together.

     Now, I was forced back up to my feet, and even though bruised, one of them led me away, and with me as the first in line.

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 "A good dream? A good dream indeed," Paul said, whimpering.

     He, just as the rest of us, was seated on a wooden bench with that thing tying our hands to our backs.

     "Look, try to be positive for once, okay?" Kirsten said.

       "I AM POSITIVE, OKAY?!" he screamed, before leveling his voice again. "Positive that we'll die here one day, which... if not today, I dunno. But, we will."

     I was silent.

     The watch was still intact on my wrist; I could feel it. But was it working?

     "Look, Paul, everything's going to be fine, and... we'll be alright."

     Aileen was the one speaking. I couldn't believe she was this relaxed. The look on everyone else's face was different.

     We soon heard the sound of heavy boots slam against the composite floors and all our faces went up. We looked through the inter-spaces of the prison bars that held us in the tiny room.

      "Shit, someone's coming," Paul cried out. And I glared at him. Thanks for the information, Paul! It'd been obvious.

       A single shadow came running down the floors outside until, soon, we could see a blue face that didn't seem too impressed by us.

     "Vsssch?"

       Oh dear heavens! What were we supposed to do now?

      "Sir?" Aileen called calmly, and the blue guy at her. His uniform- red in color- actually was a little tiny bit different. It had a tiny golden badge at the side. And Aileen continued, "We're not here for anything wrong; if you could please let us go-"

       "Fssch!" he uttered, and Aileen was at once silent.

       He gave a short smile and turned away to leave.

       We all exchanged further confused looks as we heard his footsteps fade.

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"Well, that went nicely," Kirsten said, grumpily.

     "What do they want with us?" Aileen asked, a little frustrated. "It's claustrophobic in here. I hate tiny spaces!"

      "Well, at least it's not reeking."

       Everyone now turned to me, a little angered by my little comment.

      "Well, thanks for the little vote of confidence, Chris. I hope that statement will make us safe from their spoons and forks!" Paul uttered.

     But at least, on the bright side, he'd called me by my name.

     Aileen giggled. "You actually think they're going to eat us?"

     "You know what they want from us?"

      Aileen was silent.

      "Exactly," Paul finished.

     And we sat there, livid and tense. And as time passed slowly, I heard my watch kept tick from behind my back.

      I sighed a little and threw my head down. And I bit my lip slightly as I thought that maybe I'd been the one who'd brought us here.