Imagine a desolate field. In the center was a huge hill. On that hill is a pole and tied to that pole is me. My captors, they do this for fun. Having me as a toy wasn't enough, I was their bait, their fake damsel in distress. If anyone came, the guys with guns surrounding will shoot them. Kindness will kill you in this game.
Duct tape prevents me from screaming out, to prevent them from their doom. It's not like they could hear me anyway. Sometimes, I can't help but feel some small semblance of relief when someone comes. When they do, my captors take me down and feed me. If no one comes by, I will starve to death. I hate myself for it, but sometimes I am past feeling; my main goal is making it through the night.
I've been up here for two days. It's raining right now, and I want to lap it up so bad; the stupid duct tape. Suddenly I see a flash of blonde. My head sinks. At this point, I'm passed survival. Why would I want to? Every night is hell, every day is the same. Four figures in black run up the hill, so low to the ground they remind me of the spider that ever so slowly climbed up to bit me yesterday and there was nothing I could do about it. Gunfire erupts all around them, but they seem to carrying bullet shields in sucha way that none of them fall to the ground hurt. I don't understand. How do they know? They actually make it up the hill. Kneeling before me, they cover what they can of themselves with their shields.
"Are you alright miss?" I don't reply (for obvious reasons) and the one who spoke's eyes widen. I'm beaten and bloody, but I'm use to it; I guess he isn't. Wairly he raises up and the rest of them go into what looks like some type of formation to protect him as he starts to work on my chains. His eyes are startlingly blue; I've never seen them in that color before. Somehow this thought scratches at the back of my mind. Something isn't right. I look over the rest of the group, too exhausted to think. One of them has at least two guns in his hands which surprises me. They knew what was coming. Another has dark brown hair, and they fourth startlingly red eyes. A stray bullet from those who try to kill them strikes my arm and I cry out.
"Dude, it would be totally unawesome for us-well, me especially-to be shot right now. Can we go?" Carefully the one with blue eyes unties me, taking special care of my arm. Cradling me, he gets in the middle of the others, protecting me on all sides from the bullets that continue to fly.
"Vait." He pulls a gun from his side. It's not just any gun, massively huge and extremely powerful; I swear that it has to be a machine gun. How did I not see it before. I must really be loosing it. Suddenly it bursts to life, shooting hard; aimed to kill my captors. Faintly I smile. It's about time they had it coming to them. Then I fade out.
to be continued...
So, guess who the mysterious 4 are.