Being Captured

I lay on my bed, breathing in deeply. My head hurt like crazy. My head felt as if someone had poured lead into it and then hit it repeatedly.

I could hardly think straight.

I heard my door open, and I sensed someone walking towards my bed. My mother and little brother were at the supermarket. Who could this be?

Maybe they've gotten back already, and Mom is checking up on me.

I was curled in the fatal position, holding my head to my knees. God, it hurt so bad. Even six Tylenol later, it was still pounding.

Warm hands slid under my back and my lower thigh, pulling me up from the bed. I groaned, Don't move me, I thought. My head might explode.

I was pulled up and to a broad, warm chest. This definitely wasn't't my mom, but who ever it was sure did feel good.

I felt the person hold me shift and heard their feet walking through my door, though the hall, and out the front door.

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I woke up later. How much later, I can't know.

I was freezing. The concrete floor I lay on was cold. The air surrounding me was cold. I heard water dripping around me.

Wait, concrete floor, cold, damp? Where the hell am I?

I opened my eyes and looked around. At first, all I saw was iron bars surrounding me. My breathing picked up, and my heart skipped a beat.

I sat up and looked around more closely. There was only walls a few feet away from the bars, and then in a corner, a heavy metal door.

I stood, and hit my head on the top of the cage. "Damn." I muttered to myself.

It was as it if it had been a code word. The wall looked like water waving, and I saw people sitting in what looked like about five rows, from all sides, staring at me.

I whipped my head around, yes, they were on all sides of me. I light auburn hair hung lank and heavy around my shoulders. A man, with black hair and a red suit on shifted in his seat. I watched him. HE drew my attention lik e a fly to fresh manure. I looked at all of the other people. They didn't move at all. It looked as if all of their faces had been painted on them. Their chests didn;t even rise and fall with breath.

I looked back a the man again. He had gotten up and was walking towards the iron bars of my cage.

"Samantha, you are mine now. And you will help lay out the future of every individual. You begin now."

I crumpled to the ground in a head, and a vision began to play, like at the move theaters.

I smiled up at Nick. He was sitting on the counter top, eating a bowl of spaghetti. He had the sauce all over his face. He glaced up at me and cocked an eyebrow at me, "Like the view?"

I blushed and looked away from him. I picked up a noodle from my bowl and heldd it above my head, before eating it. I heard Nick laugh. "You know, you're eating like a three year old."  I smiled again.

"You're face looks like a three year old after he first tasted spaghettii."

He jumped off the counter and walked up to me and locked me against the wall. I laughed at him. He was trying to be serious, but it wasn't;t working very well with the sauce all over his face.

"You don't like my face?" He ask, being arrogant.