A/N- big ol' smelly edit took place. Hope you like it… my writing sux! Enjoy if at all possible :D
Chapter 4 Aw…captured!
"So, where are we going?" Alathia asked calmly.
"…I dunno…" Alexia shrugged glumly.
"I didn't think that far. I only thought that…if we were in a forest, or a field they couldn't find us. And I'm already nervous, just because they could have attacked ANY of our loved ones, which includes your family, my family, Jason…or Mark! And we're stuck here! We're in the middle of a damn field, with absolutely NO information at all."
They both glared at the ground angrily, as if it were the one making them so miserable.
"And on top of all that, a storm's coming" Alathia said, pointing in the direction they'd been heading.
"Let's just rest. We'll figure out what we're doing in a little while" Alexia responded wearily.
They fell asleep until daybreak; which rained on them lightly.
Weaving slowly through the tall corn stalks, the women tromped through the mud over to a little patch of trees on the side.
"Do you think I should call Mark?" Alathia asked while brushing the water off her arms.
Alexia smiled and said, "Yeah, I want to hear about Jason"
Alathia looked at the phone hesitantly.
What if Mark had been attacked?
Or, what if they could find them just by the call?
Finally, she dialed. No more than one ring went, than Mark frantically picked up.
Of course, he asked the obvious questions: Where are you, what's going on, Are you safe.
Then he told them what had happened.
"Ok, tell Alexia her car is at her parent's and the key is by the sink. So, the factory on your road is perfectly fine. The only sign of damage are the two side doors that are welded shut. Your house is fine. Your brother found a note when he got home that said you two had gone to the mall, and Jason was with you. He called, just to make sure you weren't trying anything sneaky. I drove up to Jason's a little early this morning, and he was wrapped in a blanket on his porch swing up front. He asked a lot of questions, but…I answered only the one's I knew…"
Alexia smiled when Alathia told her Jason was safe. The rain had stopped by then, and the sun peaked out of the clouds happily.
Curious questions ran through each of their minds. Would the silver haired men ever find them? Did they do anything on their background?
She was startled to see Alathia gripping the phone with a horrified look on her face as she came out of her trance…
"Mark? What's going on?" Alathia screamed anxiously, moving out into the field again, Alexia not far behind. The blond girl ran her fingers through her hair nervously and held it all in a fist at the nape of her neck.
She'd heard the familiar sound of a door being blasted down!
Alathia covered her mouth as she heard Mike drop the phone and attempt to hide.
"No…" she practically whispered as she heard the men cover his mouth, and drag him off.
Alathia couldn't help it; she had to listen on. She couldn't even acknowledge Alexia asking a million times a minute "What's going on!"
She squeaked as she heard the men order Mike to sit and be quiet.
"Sit down and shut up! Do what we say, and we won't hurt anyone. We saw you snooping around the factory, and around their home. Tell us what you know!" a firm voice demanded. It sounded like Kadaj's.
Alathia imagined how confused Mark must be, until she heard someone pick up his tiny phone.
"Hello little girl…Where might you be?" an older man's voice sounded over the phone.
Alathia screamed, letting out ultimate frustration, and started thrashing around.
"THEY'VE GOT MARK!" she yelled, exceptionally pissed off, and chucked the phone as hard as she could out into the abyss.
That meant they had to run again.
Alathia was tearing out stalks of corn in anger, while still screaming at the top of her lungs. Dirt, mud, grass, and bugs flew up with the stalks everytime she yanked it out.
Alexia devised yet another plan of escape while Alathia thrashed about.
The men would expect them to run further out into the field, instead of towards them. She eyed Alathia throwing her tantrum, thinking over and over if it really was safe to let her come so close to them.
She may strike out at them and blow their chance to escape.
Alexia sighed and stood, watching Alathia toss the sack that Mike had given them, out into the abyss.
"We have to go back." Alexia said, tying her shoe, afraid to look directly at Alathia.
Alathia turned around and stared blankly at her, blowing a piece of stray hair out of her eye. Her furious brain already processed the reasons why they'd run back instead of farther out…but was working on a way to assassinate the men.
When nothing safe came to mind, she shook her head and followed.
Was Alexia actually planning something?
Nope!
She was shit outta ideas, and pretty pissed off herself.
"Why should we keep running from them? We can't keep outsmarting them!" she thought angrily as she and Alathia watched the men ride through the field on motorbikes, chopping and blasting down stalks.
The young women ran as quickly and quietly as they could back towards town.
"What next," Alexia asked bitterly.
Alathia thought the question over for a minute.
"Go home, and let them have us" she said finally.
As long as the monsters were looking miserably in the field for them, maybe they'd go enjoy the day with their men…and, well, end the relationship. Who knew if they would ever see each other again anyway.
"I hope they smell like major cow manure!" Alathia hissed, kicking down another stalk.
Alathia and Alexia made it back to town within minutes, and within a half hour, Jason was watching them stagger up the stairs to his doorstep.
He drove them to Mark's, where the man sat on his own porch, visibly shaken.
He ran to Alathia and squeezed her as tight as he could.
He supported her weakened frame as they made their way into Jason's house.
"Jason, I want to be alone with you" Alexia whispered, not even looking him in the eye.
He obeyed, and they spent the day in his room, with the door closed.
"Mark, I want us to be alone." Alathia said without looking up at Mark.
He simply nodded, and they shut themselves up, quietly in his room.
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Alexia called Alathia later in the evening and met at the small grocery store about a mile from Alathia and Alexia's.
Neither smiled as they met. Each person had their own problems to think about. Night began creeping in as they made their journey back to their home; dreading what was going to happen later.
"What do you think is going to happen to us?" Alathia asked.
Alexia finally looked at her, color drained from her face, and muttered,
"I feel like a prisoner on death row…"
Alathia laughed coldly; Alexia failed to see the humor anywhere.
Alathia's mother still was not home, and her brother waved goodbye to them as he sped off on his motorcycle to work. There was no protection now.
For a few minutes, Alexia seriously considered turning around and hiding for the rest of her life.
Alathia considered digging around in the trees to find the biggest branch she could .
Then when they got to the house, she could beat the men with it.
They got home fairly quickly, and climbed into their beds, shoes and all.
"Well, knowing them, they'll drag us off with or without shoes…So, I'm keeping mine on…just in case." Alathia said as she sprawled out on her bottom bunk.
Every time the girls heard the rumble of a motorcycle the hairs prickled up all over their body, and they felt chills run up their spine. Just as the two were getting comfortable, motorcycle engines roared and halted in their driveway. Alathia felt the fear creep over her body as she awaited the familiar sound of the door being blown off. Alexia was out.
The blast came a moment later
The men romped up the steps and grabbed them quickly. Not a word was said, nor did a struggle take place. The young women were handled quite gently as the men carried them away, and repaired everything to normal.
When the girls did put a little bit of effort into maybe wiggling free, the young men would whisper, "Please don't", and hold them tightly to their almost bare chests…
"You smell like cow manure…" Alexia complained wrenching her face away from Yazoo's warm chest. He may be handsome, but he didn't smell too great.
Alathia looked up at her captors face. It was Kadaj, the youngest.
His bright green, cat-like eyes glistened in the streetlight as they quietly walked to the field. She smiled and thought to herself…at least she was a prisoner to someone who didn't look like such a child molester.
His soft skin tensed a little when she shifter her weight, and he looked down at her angrily.
"No sudden movements, can't have you two scurrying off and playing hide-n-seek again," he said bitterly.
She smiled, remembering how they'd tricked the men into searching the cornfield all day.
"Yeah, that wasn't very cool. Especially since you seemed to already know you'd be captured sooner or later." Loz huffed as he looked back at the two very relaxed women in his younger siblings' arms.
"It was uncalled for." Yazoo snapped, looking down irritably at Alexia.
She rolled her eyes…"Yeah, right, really uncalled for." she moaned sarcastically.
Kadaj and Yazoo gave them a look of disgust as they reached the center of the field, and dropped them right on their hindquarters.
They glided to the side of their older brother, arms crossed, scowling.
Loz bowed his head and looked at Kadaj.
Yazoo went behind the two of them, and shuffled around in a small, black bag. He smiled only when he pulled out what looked like an advanced version of a joystick.
Loz pulled lightly on Kadaj's coat with a questioning look on his face. Kadaj smiled up at his brother and replied, "Yes, we're going home."
Yazoo slid around the brothers, mumbling a "C'mon", and began moving towards the girls.
The other two followed, and formed a circle around Alathia and Alexia. No movement took place, just three empty stares.
Alathia looked at Kadaj just before Yazoo pressed the button on top of the stick.
Did he just smile at her?
The women attempted to scream as they were sucked into a brightly lit swirl of color, but nothing came out…
A small blast sounded out into the night, as the field was emptied of its five visitors. A small breeze passed through the grass as thunder rolled and a light mist fell to the ground.
A/N2- :brushes her shoulder off:D