Yay! Fast update!
I had to say I was feeling motivated to write this part. Even though I was scared I'll go too much OOC, it was fun.
[Redford's POV]
It's not like I wanted anything to do with sneaking or anything, but I had regretted it since I poked my head out of my room door. Look, the noise was coming from the one on the left, but they just had to come to this one. How unfair was that? As if they were always correct.
Those guys were weird. Busting into the room asking for a guy named Marius. And when everyone said we never heard of him, they promised they would ask us again the next day. I was so going to find out who this guy was, and make him pay for it.
I was tired. But I couldn't sleep now. My mind was having a war with itself. I knew this place was not what they say it was. I didn't see why they wanted to keep us in. I was sure there weren't 'the dangers outside' they spoke of. I wanted so bad to find out what they were hiding from us.
I poked at my food with the fork and listened to the latest rumours about what was outside this safe house.
"Some zombie-like people-looking things that eat you," someone said dramatically.
"And we have proof!" Another piped up.
"He said it," the first one pointed at Pitcher, the guy who brought us into the safe house. This reminded me. He was 'going to talk to us' later. No, seriously? All because of a guy whom he got pissed at?
I rolled my eyes at the thought.
That was annoying. It was even more unreasonable back at the Glade, and I figured out that maybe me was just going to ask us if we saw anything and claim that his officers were too rude. And if I was lucky enough, I might just be able to ask him what was outside the safe house.
It seemed like a plan, the very first one I had since I reached this building. Even though it seemed unlikely that it would succeed perfectly, a plan was better than no plan.
Then, I noticed everyone stop talking at once. They were all staring at Pitcher and I did too.
"Now, listen up!" Pitcher said loudly.
We sat up in anticipation.
"When I call your name, you will come over to this side of the wall. Everyone clear? You'll come here in groups of four."
"Where will you take us?" A girl asked. She was the youngest in the whole group of us sitting at the table.
"Somewhere where we can get to know you better, and you'll help the world. Now, listen carefully."
Not me, I desperately hoped. I haven't thought through my plan!
"Marius Evans!"
No answer. Not a single person moved.
"We'll get back to that later," he continued, "Nea Whitley!"
A blonde-haired girl stepped up. She looked about 17. Her hair was tied messily like she hadn't bothered to re-tie it since the night before.
"Redford Covington!" I looked up in shock. His searching eyes met mine before his turned back to his folded piece of paper.
This is bad, the voice in my head said. This is bad! It's bad luck when you're called first. You don't even know what to expect!
I went and stood at the wall beside her. There would be one more person being called.
"Scarlett Johnson! And thank you all for your attention, you can go back to your breakfast."
A girl with wavy blonde hair and electric blue eyes stood up from the crow which started chattering again. She turned away from her friends at her table. I saw the people who had been sitting next to me have the egg which was untouched on my plate.
"Egg is good," they said.
Egg is good, my mind repeated, wanting to worry less on where we were being taken. As I followed Pitcher into the corridor behind, I overheard his conversation with the guard.
"Find Marius. He must come for today's session."
'Today's session'? What were going to do during that 'session'? My mind erupted into chaos like the crowd in the canteen. Please, don't let it be related to sneaking.
I followed Pitcher in silence as he led us to a door right in the middle of a wall. That was so strange. But he swung the door open, pausing a little to let us in before closing and locking it.
"You're in luck. We can't start this session unless Marius is here," Pitcher said. He then left the guard with us before leaving the room.
Please, whoever you are, if you stay hidden so that I get more days to think this plan, I won't kill you.
Just...no.
"If we're having a session, who wouldn't have chairs?" I heard the girl Nea say to nobody in particular.
"Come on, since you're so smart, you'll have the mental capacity to think it all out, right?" Scarlett said.
"And since you're so chill, 'just relax and wait for the opportune moment', am I correct?"
I leaned my head back in a corner listening to their arguments. Right now, their argument was pointless. It should be what we could do to get out of this situation.
"Guys, do you know what actually he wants with us?" I interrupted their debate.
"He...he wanted a session!" Scarlett said immediately.
"You really wanna know?" Nea said. I nodded.
"Basically, that old guy who brought us here - saw me sneaking around last night. He wanted to talk to me, but I ran away. And Marius too. But you know why I was listening to him? This safe house isn't what we think it is. It's not really a 'safe' house. More like a place where they hurt you." Nea paused.
"So it's you who caused all these trouble! Making noises like that and getting me into trouble. You're the reason why all of us are-" I was stopped by a boot noise somewhere to my right.
Okay, chill, Red.
"You're the reason why all of us are in this room. Whatever he does to us, it's all your fault," I said much more calmly.
"Redford-"
"No, Red."
"Fine. Anyway, we're all in this together," Nea tried to sound certain, but I could hear quavering in her voice. "And when we're together, we get out together."
Character credits to AceSeesYouuu :)
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