Hostage

One Man Left Behind

Quick Recap: Jett's in the weapons room, and he hears footsteps heading his direction. He doesn't know who it is. Fox met a strange dude named Ben Union who told her when or if she wins the battle, he's taking her home with him for whatever reason. The plan is in motion, but will it work out? Let's see.

--Jett's P.O.V--

"Jett?" Called a voice, and I sighed quickly with relief.

"I'm in." I said.

"Good. Now get me in." Returned the voice. It was the voice of Tyler Haze, the person who went to get clothes while I stayed here. He was about my age, but around two years younger, if I had to guess. Maybe around sixteen.

"On it." I said simply, flipping a switch on the far back wall. The lasers disappeared, and he slipped in.

We set to work instantly. Several items, including clothes, were stored in six different backpacks. In my hands I carried a green ray run; but my pockets held three daggers and two hand grenades. I was now wearing a clean shirt; it was white, and very comfortable. I had on jeans and a black leather jacket.

Tyler had a pistol in his hand, a bow on his back, and arrows in the pocket of his backpack. He had changed into a wite tank top with a black jacket over it, along with some lighter jeans with a hole in the knee. He looked nervous, but then, who wouldn't be? We were about to break out of a hostage situation, and if we got caught, well, that might be the end of the line. I took a deep breath, then took the chance to look at three of the six backpacks sitting on the white tile floor.

Inside each was a change of clothes, a water bottle or two on the sides, a dagger (if not two), maybe one extra weapon if it could fit, various medical bandages (and where he found those, I might never know), two hats, and black face paint; we'd need it to cover our faces when we were in the woods surrounding the prison. Oh yeah, and there was a bottle of pepper spray in each as well. Those backpacks could fit more than you'd think.

"Ready?" He breathes once we were finished packing them up.

"Yeah," I answered after going through a mental checklist in my head.

"There wasn't any food in the other room, but I got all the water they had." He stated, and I nodded. I went out with one backpack on my back and two in my hand; Tyler followed closely behind with the other three.

I cursed under my breath as something beeped- my collar. We had one minute to get to the doors of the Arena.

"Come on. We gotta go, now." I said quickly, to which we both broke into a run.

After a right, a left, and another right, we got to the doors. Distracting the guards was easy; we had set off an alarm at the weapons room after we left. There were no guards on our side of the door.

I took a deep breath, and then the door burst open.

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--Fox's P.O.V--

We were on the battle field now. The Battle was about to begin. At the sound of a gunshot, we'd be fighting, pretending to try to kill each other.

There it was.

Loud and clear. Ringing through my ears. Sharp and foreshadowing. The gunshot had fired.

I drew my yellow ray gun, firing at Lewis Pine, who had taken to the air. I missed the older man by centimeters, and I smiled to myself.

It was around five minutes later. We weren't going anywhere with these pitiful shots, and we needed to start at least hurting each other or the crowd would start getting suspicious. As much as I hated that, I knew it had to be done.