"I-I-I don't know… I surely had one…" She fell silent again, not sure what to say to Dusty and the possible others in the van. "Oh, we're all gonna die," didn't seem like right approach.
Donovan groans softly, his blood dripping slightly from his back. He groans in pain.
Aelin turns, and sees a guy in the cage nearest her. "Oh god…., your bleeding," she shrieks. Unsure of what to do, she asks, "A-are you okay… Oh who am I kidding, none of us ARE OKAY!" She screamed the last part, her fear overwhelming her.
Donovan shifts, his dark grey eyes looking at the others. He moves his head a little to remove the gag. "I-It's… ow… it's going to be okay, we're only going to make things worse by freaking out." He pulls at the chains a little, hissing at the stabbing pain in his back.
Just as he says that, the doors swing open and two men get into the truck, holding huge needles. They go to each of you, grab your arm, and stab it into your arm. You can feel yourself loosing conciousness. Fighting doesn't do anything, its effects pull you under.
When you wake up again, you are chained to wall. Your wrists, ankles, and neck all have chains around them. Up and down the wall are more prisoners, all teenagers. You notice various torturing devices, and knives lying on tables on the other side of the room.
((Other people who weren't in the van can join in here ^^))
Dusty was being hung by her neck still unconscious but alive.
Donovan wasn't breathing correctly, uneven and shallow. His heart thudding heavily, it was unhealthy.
Dusty woke up panicking unable to breath with the chain around her neck.
Blood pools at Donovans side, the captors obviously not caring about the teenager.
Jack blinked away the blood that covered his face, trying to see the people who had been brought into the room a little while ago. He himself had only gotten there a few minutes before them. Although, for all he could know he could have been there for hours.
Aelin finally came around, screaming as soon as she woke up. She looked around, and all her hopes of this just being a nightmare faded. She franticly tried to slip out of the chains, but it didn't work. She began to cry again.
Dusty gave up on getting out of the chains. "Help!" she said weakly.
Hearing a scream followed by sobs and a cry for help beside him, Jack forced his head in the direction of the sounds. He was a able to make out two girls. One who looked to be close to his age and another younger. “I-It’s going to b….” He said in between wheezes in an attempt to comfort the them, but he was unable to force out anymore words.
Dusty looked over at the person next to her (Can it be Jack) she screeched, "Please…. Help"
Aelin looked next to her, at a boy about her age. She panted a few times, swallowing down her screams and tears. "H-how long have you been here?" She asked him. After the words were out, the tears continued flowing.
Dusty looked over at the person next to her (Can it be Jack) she screeched, "Please…. Help"
(Sure)
Right when his head had fallen back down, he heard another plea from the girl next to him. He raised his head once more and looked over at her. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I know that we’ll get out of here.” He tried to reassure through sharp breaths. “We will get out of here.” He repeated, not sure if it was to reassure her or himself but still keeping a confident expression on his face.
Dusty used her legs so the whole row of teens could see her. She was the only one hung by neck only.
Aelin looked next to her, at a boy about her age. She panted a few times, swallowing down her screams and tears. "H-how long have you been here?" She asked him. After the words were out, the tears continued flowing.
“I’m not sure.” He stated, looking back over to the girl around his age. “I think a few hours, but, honestly, a minute feels like years right now.” He coughed.
Aelin wished she could believe him, but she saw the news before…. The prisoners don't escape in real life. She leaned her head back against the concrete wall. Realising the boy next to her seemed to be in pain, she placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to offer some comfort.
Aelin nodded, understanding what he meant.
Dusty was first to the left. Why do I feel like I'm getting tortured more than others? Just then the chain got tighter around her neck.
“Thanks,” He lifted his head towards the arm on his shoulder. “It’s really not that bad. I’ll be okay.”
"Errk!" she said as the chains got tighter.
"Okay, if you say so." She removed her arm and noticed how Dusty seemed to be being hanged by her chain. "Dusty! Sit on your knees! It will make you taller so the chains aren't as tight!" She honestly hoped that none of them would die, even though that was such a low possibility,.
Why would “they”, whoever they is, do this to someone of her age? Any of us for that matter. “She’s right. It should relive the pain a little bit.”
"Ok…" Dusty said as she did.
Donovan was still passed out, bleeding heavily.
"Good… Don't worry, we'll try to get out of here." She felt expesically inclined to help Dusty, for the fact she was so much younger than everyone here. Suddenly, she got an idea. Aelin forced herself to a half crouch- kneel thing. She ran forward, the chains yanking at her neck. She reached out for the blade on the table. It was just an inch out of her reach. Suddenly, she was yanked back to the wall, slamming her head against it.
"I don't feel much better…." She said as a door suddenly opened.
Donovans eyes slowly flutter open, groaning in pain. "Ah… Ow…" he groans softly.
