Author's note: It's my birthday. Be happy. For I am only thirteen. Not fifteen, so I won't disappear, except I will when I go on holiday, so this might be the last chapter for a while now.
And thanks to those who've reviewed my story, it's encouraging to think that someone is enjoying it.
Disclaimer: If I owned the gone series, then I wouldn't have made a fanfiction about it
As it turned out, that was exactly what Caine told Drake to do.
Caine had rounded us all up, and told Drake and a few other thugs to make sure no one got out. We were then led, one by one, to another room, we didn't know what they'd do to us, though many were speculating about whether or not they were just going to slit our throats as we entered the room.
A few people thought they might just cut our hands off, as our hands seemed to be the source of our powers, but no one knew, and no one doubted that walking through that door would be an incredibly unpleasant experience.
"What do you think they'll do?" asked a Brianna. "I think they're just going to kill us."
"Maybe." I said, doubtful, "but I don't think Caine can really has enough people supporting him to go around killing people."
"It is Caine though..." she said, then as an afterthought, "And Drake." I shrugged at this, Drake certainly was the sort of person to kill a bunch of people because it's fun, but I couldn't say anything about Caine.
Jack called my name, and a group of unpleasant-looking teenagers dragged me by the elbows to the door "Looks like we're about to find out.." I muttered.
Inside the room, I saw a group of kids standing together, trying to stand up straight with their hands encased in cement. Drake's grey eyes darted to my brown ones for a second, giving me one last chance to run without being challenged by him, and he grabbed me by the shirt collar and dipped my hands in the wet cement, I struggled half heartedly, and Drake stopped me in the same manner, though, contrary to what he'd promised, he did hesitate for a second