Chapter 2
He was dumped in a cell, on the freezing concrete floor. The hood was ripped off his face and the door was slammed shut and bolted from the outside. He looked around himself but he couldn't see more than two foot in front of him it was so dark. The sixteen-year-old tried to wriggle out of the ropes that were fastened around his wrists but he didn't seem to have much luck, until he remembered something.
He always wore a belt, mainly to hold his trousers up, but this was a special belt, he had found it rummaging through the garage and had eventually noticed that the buckle had a secret compartment; big enough to hold a small knife; but how to get to it was the question.
He pulled his arms as far as they would go to the left side of his body and started to yank the belt around his body, he could feel it moving and finally he could feel the cool metal of the brass buckle of a snake reach his fingertips. He fumbled around for the small catch and, in due course, he managed to flip it open revealing the shiny handle of the knife that had a carving of a viper coiled around the blade handle. He pulled it out; he heard the unmistakable sound of metal against metal. He dropped it on the floor and moved his body round to pick it back up. He started to cut away at the rope. Once that was sorted he got up and wandered up the door. Pounding his fist on the steel door he began to shout.
"Hey! Hello?" No reply, not that he expected one. "Somebody let me out!" a guard passed and Alex banged his hand on the door again, only this time it was louder. The guard gave him a pretty frightened look and walked quickly on, leaving him be.
He went and sat in the corner of his dark cell, the only light being what little came though the small slit of a window in the steel door. He wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his head on his knees. He sat for what felt like an eternity, but when he heard the clanking of the bolt being undone, he stiffened and shuffled himself as far as he could go in to the corner of the cell.
The man at the door looked around, unable to see the boy. To Alex he was just a silhouette, a mask of who he really was.
"Where'd he go?" he said reaching for something in his pocket. He pulled out a maglight and shone it around the room. It hit the boy and two men strode forward and grabbed the boy, each taking one of his arms each and dragging out of the room, Alex twisted and turned, trying to get out of their grasp. All he achieved of it was a blow to the head and he could feel a warm liquid dripping down his face; blood. Alex squinted his deep brown eyes as the bright strip light filled his eyes. His head still thumping and bleeding, he could see the crimson fluid soaking into his white school short and his blue and gold tie.
He was taken into a large room; it was a moderate temperature, warmer than his cell. There were four shallow, white boxes in the room, all with a strange looking machine attached to the end by a pipe. One of the boxes, closest to the door was opened and the two men either side of Alex began to lift him up. Alex was having none of this and began to retaliate against the men, pulling away from them.
"Let me go! Let me go!" He shouted. He pulled back from the freezer, but the men were too strong and managed to lift him into the box. They held him down tightly and the lid was closed.
Alex began to panic, no something he normally did in this situation. He felt a bit claustrophobic in the box, with no room to move. Suddenly a cold, white smoke filled the space. He had no time to shiver before he froze. Time stopped. Alex's body shut down.