End Wars: A Hi5 Studios Story

The Capitol Building: Chapter 6

*1st Person P.O.V*

Meanwhile, you're probably wondering, "But what happened to the others? What happened to Paul, Sam, Roze, Patrick, Connor and the others?"

Well, to that I say, "I'll show you."

The loud hum of the engine revved like a cat purring, except it was ten times louder. No one could concentrate on their thoughts.  I couldn't concentrate at all. It was like our thoughts didn't have a care in the world. We felt almost....relaxed. Our thoughts were so clear and empty that we all started drifting of to sleep. Our eyelids felt heavy, and so there we rested, dreaming of happy worlds and sunshine. 

I was the only one who fought to stay awake. I slapped or pinched myself every time my eyelids drooped, which was quite a lot, actually. The gunmen with us in the back didn't say anything or even really move. 

I thought to myself, "Are they asleep? We could escape right now!" But then my thoughts were interrupted by one of the gunmen sneezing quietly. My thoughts turned aside from escape. The gunmen were obviously not sleeping. Any hope of escape was out of the question. For now.

For five longs hours this same old boring routine went on. The loud purr of the engine. And yet somehow, nobody talked the whole entire ride. It seemed that I was the only person awake, because my friends were all dead asleep around me.

Sam hugged the wall as she slept, and Paul was snoring obnoxiously. I chuckled to myself, but then I grew quite annoyed with it. Several times I thought about waking Paul, but then I shook my head. Maybe the reason my friends were all sleeping was because they were tired. 

"They did have a tiring day today," I whispered quietly to myself, thinking of the explosion at Hi5 Studios. 

One of the gunmen heard me and whispered something to the person next to him. The person next to him stood up and went up to the front. He knocked on the metal grate that led to the drivers seat.

"What?!" The driver said, clearly annoyed. 

"I need to speak with you," he paused. "It's important."

"Well duh," the driver said, rolling his eyes. "If it wasn't important, you'd be dead. Come in," the driver said. The man climbed in the seat next to the drivers, which was empty, and closed the metal gate. 

I could only hear mumbling after that, so I decided to look out the car to try and figure out where we were going. I peeked his head up to look at the window, and one of the gunmen jammed his gun into my skull.

"Ow! Ah!" I exclaimed, my hand rubbing where the gun hit. I turned around to confront the guard, still standing.

"What the heck was that about?!" I yelled, about to punch this stupid gunman.

The gunmen put his finger to his lips in a gesture to be quiet. 

"No! I won't be quiet until you tell me why you had to hit me!" I yelled again. I don't know why I was so persistent about it.

The gunman put his finger to his lips again, only more sternly this time. "SHH!" The gunman paused, then shook his head. "You can't look out the window, okay?" The gunman said quietly.

I scoffed, then sat down again, trying to get comfortable.

"We're here! Get everyone up!" The driver said, opening the metal gate between the drivers seat and the passenger seats. 

The gunmen stood up and picked up Sam and Paul, carrying them like when a hunter kills a deer and has to carry it all the way back to his tent. Somehow, they were still asleep, even after five hours of sleep in the car.

A gunman went to carry me, but I stood up and put up my hands defensively. "I got it! I'm not tired! I can walk by myself, thanks!" 

The gunman nodded, sighing with relief as he jumped out of the back of the car. He looked back at me. I nodded to him and leapt out of the car.

Not until then did I realize how long we'd been in the back of that car. My muscles ached every single time I took a step. I stretched, my arms reaching for the sky, when I finally saw where we were. I took a step back, stunned by where we were.

We were at the Capitol building. 

I gasped with amazement and wonderment. I'd never been to the Capitol building before. Not once. 

"Wait, h-how'd we get here so fast? It takes nineteen hours to drive here! We only drove five!"

The gunman in front of him scoffed and shook his head. He seemed so mad that he turned around to face me.

"We have 'specially fast cars given to us by Mr. President himself."

I gasped again, stunned. "T-The President? W-Why is the President here?" I said, stammering over my words.

"You'll find out soon enough. Now, Connor, come with me please. We need to talk to you and your friends."

So I walked up the steps of the Capitol building, nervous energy rising in my chest. Was I going to meet the President? And if so, why? I hadn't done anything wrong. Well, at least, I don't think I've done anything wrong.

One of the gunmen opened a door for me, and I saw marble flooring, and wonderous people in suits walking around in a hurry. Me and my friends were led to separate rooms, which, when I got inside the rooms, felt as if they looked like interrogation rooms, which didn't make any sense whatsoever.

I sat down on one side of a table, then suddenly, the click of handcuffs going around my wrists startled me. I tried to get free, but the handcuffs pinched my flesh. 

One of the gunmen sat down on the other side of the table, just glaring at me.

"What do you want? I didn't do anything. My friends and I didn't do anything. Why am I handcuffed?!"

The gunman still didn't say anything. He just sat there, waiting patiently while I angrily shouted at him.

Finally, I couldn't think of anything else to yell about, so I looked at the gunmen, who also looked at him. 

"Are you done now?" 

I angrily stared at the gunmen, not answering his question. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would explode.

The gunman nodded, then sighed. "Connor, we have you and your friends because the President believes you have something to do with why buildings are being blown up."