Here it is. Chapter two. Sry it took me so long to write, also credit DarkHououmon for the meeting scene. Thank you. Enjoy.
The four young teens shook furiously, tied up next to each other in the trailer. The only light for them were the dim blue lights of the monitors. The oldest one whimpered, "I don't like this."
"Neither do I!" The only male teenager of the group agreed with her. He struggled against his binds, but it wouldn't work.
"Why were we brought here?" The curly-haired girl asked.
The 3rd girl shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know." She lowered her head, but then raised it when the curlyhead asked soemthing else.
"Who are all of you?"
The boy, the other girl, and the oldest teenager all looked at each other. They really haven't introduced themselves just yet. They looked back at the curlyhead, and all gave a small greeting smile.
"I'm Brany."
"Anil is the name." If he were not tied at the moment, he would be pointing at himself with a proud smile on his face.
"The name's Kacie. Don't call me Cassie, please." The oldest teenager eyed the curlyhead, waiting for her to introduce herself.
The final girl seemed shocked and pleasantly surprised. "Anil? Brany? Kacie?" She spoke softly, and smiled warmly. "Chelsey's the name, with a y, not an a. And mimicing is my game."
Now it was Kacie's turn to be surprised. She looked closely at the girl, as if trying to remember who she was. She choked out, "Chelsey...?"
"Lotzafeatherz."
Kacie's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Is it really you...Lotza..?" She whispered to her.
Chelsey smiled, and nodded. "Yep. It's me!"
"Enough about introductions." Anil murmured under his breath. Kacie and Chelsey looked at him. He shrugged his shoulders. "I mean, shouldn't we be more worried about the situation we are in now?"
They all agreed. Brany asked, "Why did the Blackburns bring us here?" She looked scared. "I mean...aren't they just fake?"
"Tell that to them." Chelsey said.
"I doubt they'll believe us." Brany answered.
Sloan was listening to their conversation, and he wasn't happy. "Shut up in there!"
Chelsey shook her head. She whispered, "What a grouch..."
They heard Sloan yelling, "I heard that!"
Kacie looked impressed. "He must have good hearing."
Anil shook his head. He gestured over to a small mic that was sitting near them, but not close enough for them to touch. "He's listening to us through that."
"Too bad that weren't closer..." Chelsey said wistfully. She earned a small smile from her new friends, but nothing more...
Hours passed. The four teens were all very bored. "They've been driving for who knows how long and I'm bored. Can it get any worse?" Chelsey whined. "They could come back and taunt us..." "Don't give them any ideas!" Kacie hissed. "And what the heck would they have to say?" Kacie thought for a moment. "That we're stupid, moronic kids who should've been careful about what we wished for?" "That's exactly what we were thinking...." a voice said from behind them. The four teens stiffened, then slowly turned around.
"Sloan!" "Way to go, guys! Now look what the cat dragged in!" Chelsey yipped in shock. Bree stepped out from behind Sloan, an evil smile on her face. "Buy one, get one free. Double the problems, double the trouble..." Chelsey muttered. "The 'cat' dragged in a couple of unsuspecting children." Unfortunately, Chelsey had a recent history of being naive. She looked confused by Bree's words and glanced in her friend's direction. "What's she mean?" she whispered. Bree overheard her question and answered it for her, "Well you said 'Now look what the cat dragged in'..."
Chelsey's little error finally hit her and she tried to rephrase it. "To put it in plain English, look who decided to show up." Bree smirked."Well well...if you wanted to see us that badly you should've called." "Well, we didn't. So why don't you go about what you were doing?" "We are..." "We were planning what to do with you." Sloan chimed in. "Well, plan out of here." "We've already decided." Sloan answered, which caused the children's hearts to skip a beat.
Chelsey cast a nervous glance at her fellow hostages. "Do we even want to know..." Even if they didn't, they quickly found out. "Sloan, should we use the W-H-I-P on them now or later?" "Later." Sloan answered. They waited for the reaction of the spelled word. It didn't take them too long to realize what was going on and they all became stiff as boards. More fear entered their hearts when a sickening crack sounded throughout the trailer. One by one, nevously, they looked up at their picked fate. In Sloan's gloved hand was a whip, long and rather flexible. They began to shake, so much that something feel from one of the kids and landed on the floor. It was a piece of paper. The bad thing was that when the kids realized it was there, so did the Blackburns.
The children's hearts filled with instant fear as Sloan reached down for the paper lying on the floor. "So you have a drawing of me? Let's see this." He read it to himself, first what was originally there, then a written comment. It read, "This is Sloan. He's a stupid, insane, idiotic psychopath who needs to go to a mental hospital." It was signed Kacie. "WHAT?! I'm insane?!" Sloan's face flushed red in anger. If Sloan hadn't been there, Bree might have thought the comment was amusing. The two poachers swerved towards the kids. "Kacie?! Who is Kacie?!" Sloan demanded angrily.
The children exchanged a nervous look, but said nothing. "Are you kids deaf?" Bree tapped her foot rather impatiently. "He asked you a question." Chelsey, eyes narrowed slightly, answered sarcastically, "Which is..?" "Which one of you is Kacie?!" Chelsey grinned. "We won't tell you." This wasn't getting them anywhere. Sloan grabbed Brany. "Is it you?" he asked rather calmly, although Brany could tell he wasn't at all calm. Bree grabbed Anil by his t-shirt. "Or you?!" she demanded. The answer to their was a simple shake of their heads. Sloan and Bree released the two kids they had in their grip, who landed with a thud to the floor, then turned towards the last two kids.
"There's only two people left...Now it's a 50/50 chance, Sloan." Bree glanced at Chelsey. "Then it's you?" Chelsey cocked her head to one side, thinking. "Maybe...Maybe not..." she finally replied. "Hmm..." Sloan turned towards the real Kacie. "Then...it must be you...isn't it?" As he came closer, Kacie began to shake in fear. Chelsey, teeth bared, snarled, "Don't you go bothering her." Sloan looked back at her. "And why not?" Chelsey was a bit unsure what to say. She had just blown Kacie's cover. "For if you do, you're gonna be in big trouble..." A dark grin spread across Sloan's lips. "So...she is Kacie?" "So what if she is?" Chelsey answered. "Why don't you just keep quiet?" Bree asked. Her reward was a glare, but she currently didn't have anything to say.
Sloan walked closer to Kacie. He knelt down so they were close to eye level. "So...you like to make comment about other people, do ya?" Kacie snarled in anger, but her eyes held fear. "Well now...it's time to teach you a lesson..." Sloan reached into a bag and pulled out the long whip. Upon seeing it, Kacie began to shake more voilently. "Here's a comment for ya, Sloan. You shouldn't let untrue things get to ya. But if that comment got ya worked up, it must be true!" Chelsey yipped, struggling against her binds. She wasn't sure Sloan was paying attention to her, for he raised the whip, ready to strike. Kacie's eyes went wide with dread.
Chelsey growled. She might not be able to get very far because she was tied up, but she still thought she might be able to get close enough to bite Sloan and protect Kacie. As the whip went down for it's target, Chelsey threw herself forward. All that she could reach was his leg, and that was nothing but long pants and boots. Her teeth sank into the fabric of the jeans, and she seemed to have reached skin as well, for her reward was a scream of pain. Kacie took this chance to try and scoot away, but Sloan quickly grabbed her arm, then turned his attention on Chelsey.
With a snarl, he kicked her sharply. She released her grip, but still growled angrily for the rough treatment. Sloan turned his attention back to his orignal target, however the others began to close in, slowly, but determined. Sloan shook his head, seeming to have changed his mind about whipping them, then moved over to his wife. The four children were in shock, but happy they seemed to have scared him off.
They talked quietly, but Sloan interuppted. "Will you four SHUT UP?!" "Don't you know you're being rude?!" Chelsey asked mockingly, a nasty smirk on her face. Sloan snarled, his face turning red with anger, but he managed a calm voice. "All right then...please shut up..." Chelsey smiled, satified. She looked at her friends. "Should we?" she asked. "Over our cold, dead, rotten, moldy bodies!" Kacie answered, earning herself three shocked stares. "What?" she asked nervously. "Don't give them ideas!" Unfortunately, the poachers overheard that part. "What a perfect idea..."
Kacie, Brany, Anil and Chelsey looked at each other nervously. This was it. They were in trouble now. Sloan glanced at Kacie first. "Would you like to go first?" he asked her. "You were the one I said would die first..." "Did you forget you're still near town? Where the cops hang around? Ready to pick up your sorry hides." Chelsey clearly was trying to buy her friends and herself more time, not that it worked. "Who said you'll be awake during the process?" Bree smirked evilly, causing the young girl to cringe.
"All right, time to shut these kids up." Bree reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a tranquilizer gun, earning four nervous looks.
"That's not good..."
"Trouble."
"No kiddin'."
"I hate needles."
The poacher smiled, then took aim. She pulled the trigger and a dart shot out. It's target was Kacie's neck. She gave a small yelp and a few seconds later she hit the floor, out cold. Bree turned to Brany, and repeated the same thing. She turned to Anil and repeated the same step. Two thuds told her there was only one more to hit. Chelsey sat there, froze in place, she couldn't have moved ever though she wanted too. With a squeeze of the trigger, the fourth and last dart shot out and struck her neck, although it was a little lower then on the others.
Chelsey swayed, greatly dazed as the drug took effect. She collapsed, but was still awake, although that wouldn't last for long. The last thing she heard was footsteps leading away from them and, "Just a bit further. They'll be out for at least four hours." Then her world went blank, knowing that they would soon be lying on death's door.
To be continued.
How was it. Good? Bad? Once again, the meeting scenes were written by DarkHououmon. Thank you DarkHououmon. And yes, I believe there's gonna be a song in this story. Probably in the next chapter or the chapter after that. Anyway, please read and review.
I'm Eliza Thornberry's mother, just shorter...with messy brown hair and dark green eyes.
Mini Marianne