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I'm really sorry for the extreamly long absence! Haven't been able to get on a computer for longer than 2 minutes, literally, for the past two weeks!
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Alice watched as Charles attempted to run towards the only available exit of a chain linked fence that created the perimeter of the graveyard. He started to climb over but was pulled off by two of the men from the crowd that prevented Alice, Joe, and Charles from moving. Alice looked around franticly for another way out as Charles disappeared into one of the trucks. She took a step forward and found that she couldn't move farther than that. Turning around she saw that Joe still had her hand. He had blank stare and wasn't moving. Panic made her body shutter looking at him as he held no emotion to the situation. Alice wanted to gain his attention, but felt hands grab her upper arms and they began pulling her away from him. Joe's hand slid out from hers and she instantly felt cold. Alice could hear a soft "No" come from Joe's lips before one of the men spoke.
"We need you to come with us."
"No stop!" She screamed as she approached one of the trucks, "Stop it! Let me go! Joe!"
When she said his name she was already pulled into the truck, and before the doors closed she heard Joe shout out her name, in a way she heard only once before, when parts of a train came her way.
The ride was long and silent. Alice kept her eyes to the floor trying to escape any possibility of making any eye contact to anyone around her. Part of her had thoughts of studying the uniforms they were wearing to see who exactly they were, because from what she saw of them earlier, they were not Air Force. The truck traveled along an unknown road for some time, far past the outskirts of Lillian as the sun completely disappeared and was replaced with night. Eventually the driver slowed the truck and parked.
"Alright let's go."
Her upper arm was grabbed again and she was removed from of the truck. Alice had some things to say to them, but held her tongue. She wanted answers, but had no desire to get into any more trouble than she already was. A large, steel building was in front of her and inside was a long hallway of rooms. As Alice walked down the hallway, she noticed that some of the rooms looked more like cells, with bars for a wall.
What did she do wrong? Her heart started to race. Was she going to be locked away for something that could not have prevented from being involved in?
In the middle of the long hallway was another that split off, and the one holding her turned down it. There was only one door at the end of this one. The door was opened and what was inside surprised her a little.
"Alice!"
She was greeted into the room by four different people. The man holding her let go and left the room, leaving her alone with Charles, Cary, Martin and Preston.
"What's going on?" Alice said swallowing her fear. Martin sat against the wall trying to wipe away tears, Preston was in the only chair wide eyed and unfocused. Only Charles and Cary ran to her when she came in.
"We don't know," said Cary, "Preston has been here the longest, and they never told him."
"I got here a minute before you." Charles looked behind Alice, "Where's Joe? Weren't you grabbed together?" When Alice listened to him she could swear that there was anger in Charles' voice when he mentioned Joe.
"He was…" she drifted off and thought about it. He was right behind her wasn't he? She let her thoughts continue and walked past Charles and Cary, and slid against the wall down to the floor. She gently touched her lips and a small smile formed. Even though she was trapped in a windowless room in a building with security guards, in the middle of nowhere, she couldn't help but think about Joe, and their first date. She was well aware of the confused looks she was receiving from the others, but she didn't care, even if she was smiling while the rest were the opposite.
Alice had known who Joe was her whole life. Always seen him around town or shared a class with him in middle school. Never did she think that he would be her first kiss. It was about a week ago that she borrowed her father's car late at night and pulled up to a curb with a group of boys that she didn't really know. Joe had leaned against the car door looking through the window and made a promise, and she believed him. It was then that she thought he was cute, but nothing more than that, and I didn't help that when she would glance in the rear view mirror he would be looking at her. From that night she formed a crush on Joe, and every day after that she saw him it grew larger. She woke up after being taken by the monster and the first thing she saw was Joe. The fact that he went back to save her rather than save himself, changed her little crush on him; she wanted to be with him. She hugged him, he held her hand, she kissed him on the cheek, and he kissed her on the lips. When Alice was around him she held like she would never be hurt, never be cold, and never be alone.
Fifteen minutes Alice sat thinking about Joe before he was pushed into the room. He was accompanied by many more of the men than the one that brought her. She was able to get a full look of the men. They wore only a dark green uniform, no hats, no pins, no name tags, giving her no information about who was in charge of this. They left the room, and Alice noticed that Joe looked slightly disheveled and carried a small forming bruise on his right cheek bone.
"Joe!" She ran up to him and grabbed his face, rubbing her thumb over his bruise. "What happened?"
He quickly made eye contact with Charles then looked at the floor. "Nothing," he mumbled.
Alice tried to put more authority in her voice. "What happened."
"Did you get in a fight on the way over or something?" Cary piped up in a way that he sounded as if he hoped that Joe did.
"Did they do that to you?" Martin said with puffy eyes and a shaky voice, pointing to the door.
Charles rolled his eyes and took charge. "Really, that doesn't matter right now. Does anyone know why we're here?"
Everyone in the room shook their heads.
"Great," Charles threw his hands in the air. "I guess we're stuck then."
"It's not like we could've helped that!" Cary told Charles.
"Actually, we could have. If Charles didn't absolutely need to film today then we wouldn't be here." Preston said standing up from the chair to walk up to the others.
Charles walked up to Preston. "Stop trying to act like you know better than the rest of us! They found me at my house like I told-"He looked at Joe, then back to Preston. "-you guys!"
As soon as Charles finished talking the door to their room swung open. Alice watched Joe give a small jump, like all of them, then find her hand. A man with graying dark hair and a black suit, guarded by the all too mysterious men in green, walked through the doorway into the room. He moved to the chair, recently vacated by Preston, making a gesture with his hands for the other guards to leave.
The room was silent. Alice wanted to speak up, to know what was going on, but she honestly was scared to; she expected that the rest were in the same predicament as she was. She studied him with the silence. He looked tired, like he had done his job for decades. She saw it in his eyes.
The man in front of them let out a sigh.
"You're all too young for this." He said it under his breath, but they all heard it. He rubbed his forehead and started to talk.
"I know you're scared, and don't want to be here, but you need to listen to me."
Charles stepped forward. "Why should we? You practically kidnapped us from our homes!"
"I told them not too, that there were better ways to find each one of you."
"Well you should have tried harder to tell them," Charles' voice started to rise. Alice had never seen him this angry before. "And is there reason behind why we were even brought here?"
"We just want to protect you."
Alice didn't believe him. "Who is "we", and who are you?"
"Both don't matter." He said still in a calm tone.
"If it doesn't matter," Cary said mockingly, "Why did you hunt us down?"
The man stood up from the chair. "Listen, what the six of you saw has caused you to be in a lot of trouble with the Air Force. The incident in your town is something they don't want to go public, but it has. Yesterday, it reached several of the top national newspapers, and today even more. All sorts of news stations and journalists have tried to reach your town for more information, and the key pieces that they need are you." He pointed at all of them. "Now Air Force wants this hushed up, meaning hushing all of you up too. We were lucky enough to find you, before they did. You may fully disagree with this, I know, but we need you six to stay here until this washes over."
Before he could even finish his last sentence the air was filled with shouting.
"You can't do that!"
"How long will that be?"
"What about our parents?"
"We didn't do anything wrong!"
Alice was furious.
The man walked to the door and knocked on it.
"It's for your own safety."
The door slammed shut behind him.
"I don't get this!" Charles shouted as he started to pace around them.
"I don't trust him." Martin said.
Cary looked at Martin. "Why would you trust him? His whole story was sketchy!"
"But what if," Preston turned to Cary. "What if he was telling the truth?"
Alice looked at Joe wondering why he never said anything. He was staring at the door.
"Hey, are you okay?"
He looked away from the door to Alice. "Yeah, umm…" He looked down at their still locked fingers and let go embarrassed. "I'm fine"
"Are you sure?" She looked at his darkening bruise.
"Yes." She was unhappy with his answer but could tell that it would be best not to question it.
He in turn asked if she was alright.
"No, I'm not. I don't like this and want to get out."
"I'm sorry." Was the only thing he was able to say before Charles over powered them.
"Alice, what side are you, and your friend there, going to pick?" She looked over at him to understand what he was saying. As if there was and invisible line in the floor dividing the room, Charles and Preston stood on one side, while Cary and Martin stood on the other.
Why was Charles being a jerk to Joe? Was there something going on between them that she didn't know?
"Do you believe that that guy is trying to help us or not?"
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