The catchers

Part 3:The Unwilling

Leah
This girl (as much as I hated to admit it,) was right. We didn't have much of a choice in the matter, so might as well do it. The door opened and a group of black suited men swarmed in, one grabbing each of us and dragging us outside, our hands held behind us.
The one holding me, wasn't doing so lightly, I looked back at him, he had a beefy build and little to no neck, a shiny head with thick veins popping out. He didn't look like he would exactly hold me looser if I asked...

We were walking through a shabby hallway, and when I squinted, I could barely just see a door. The hallway has no other doors or windows, so I guessed that's where we were headed.

I was getting kind of hungry...

Emily
I was behind Leah, and Jordan was behind me. Judging by the rough way the man was holding Leah, the one holding me was being as gentle as a lamb. I didn't feel comfortable with Jordan being behind me, considering he held a knife to my throat the first few seconds of knowing me.
We were headed to what was the only exit in sight. They opened the door and lead us out into the broad daylight, unto an airplane runway where a large jet was waiting, I resisted the mans hold, yet he simply dragged me along, "Get moving kid, we don't have all day." he said, his New York accent heavy.

They shoved all three of us into the plane, made sure we were not going anywhere, then went to their own compartment to sit down for this unknown flight. Now it was just the three of us, alone, for a god knew how long flight. I decided it would be easier to fight together if we knew more about each other, "So, how were you all kidnapped?" I started awkwardly, Leah replied first, "Right off my doorstep, I was getting ready to go fight and everything." she said, I turned to Jordan, he shrugged, "What's it to you?"He had a slight accent, but I couldn't place it, nonetheless, he was being an asshole.

"How old are all of you? To start, I'm 23" Leah offered, "I'm 21" I shared and Jordan replied curtly, "22."
I got comfortable in my seat, the plane was a private one, seeing as the chairs were placed in circles of three rather than rows, providing optimal "bonding time" with Leah and Jordan.
"What's your story?" I asked Leah, "Well, both my parents were catchers, so training was pretty easy and sharing stories was too, but there's a consequence that comes with having parents who are always fighting demons. They get hurt, and they die. They died when I was 19, but I made it out alright." she said, my heart ached for her, "You?" she asked, staring at me with those electric eyes.
"My story's pretty bland. I was born into a full Catcher family, so I had big shoes to fill. When I got older, I drifted away from my parents and moved to Canada, my parents live in New Jersey with the rest of my extended family."
Jordan remained silent and apparently intolerant of either of our lives.
The rest of the plane ride remained silent.

Jordan
Sometimes I was grateful for having a normal, completely ungifted mother. She knew about my lifestyle and supported me but she never got involved, at least she wasn't getting killed by nightmares.

Once we got off the plane, gripped tightly by bodyguards, we were lead to a taxi which then rode for hours before we reached a desolate mansion. My legs were aching to be used and the long driveway did just that. The three men followed us into the house, locking the door behind them. I looked around the living area we entered, the place looked modern. We were shown to our bedrooms and a few other rooms in the huge house, I would obviously explore the rest of the house while they were asleep though. The men disappeared somewhere and we dispersed into our own rooms.

True to my word, I got up at 2am and explored, making sure nobody heard me. There were so many rooms...it was a wonder I wasn't lost. I even found a ballroom, with a grand piano and marbled floor, I never had the time to learn any instruments...but I had always wanted to play the piano. Moving on, I found a door with light showing from underneath, I pressed my ear against the door, but couldn't hear anything.Nonetheless, I wasn't going to take the risk.
I walked further and bumped into someone, who gasped when we both went tumbling to the ground. On instinct, I rolled off them and grabbed them, covering their mouth and restraining their hands with the other,"You never saw or bumped into me, got it?" I seethed into their ear while they squirmed under my hands. They then back kicked my crotch. I let go and groaned, "It's Emily you stupid  oaf!" Emily whisper-shouted. I got up crookedly and glared at her, "You bitch..."

The lit room door opened and Leah stepped out, "What the hell is going on here?" she glared at the both of us, "I was going to the bathroom before dumbo over here bumped into me and threatened me!" Emily shouted out loud. My blood boiled, "I bumped into you? It was you that kicked me in the balls!" I scoffed back. Gosh, I loathed her. She had the audacity to complain after nearly sending me into a coma.

"What's going on here?" a gruff voice said behind the three of us, I turned to see one of the guards, great, now we were in for it.
"Nothing, I was just going to bed." Emily seethed and stomped past him, "Same here." Leah yawned and closed the door. The guard looked and me and I shrugged, going back to my bedroom. If that idiot hadn't bumped into me, I might've found some type of escape or at least something useful.

If our conflicts continued, then this was going to be rough.