Story: 21ste century meets the 22ste

Author: Wizard92

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Chapter 4: Thriller

"We should head back," Lucas said. I got pulled out of my fascination with the creature standing in front of me. The man started walking back in the direction we came from. I took one more look at the veggiesaurus and followed him. I cannot believe I just actual touched a real dinosaur, not some plastic machine in a theme park, but an actual alive and breathing and moving one. Maybe I can see more someday. They are so amazing.

I let my attention leave the wonder and I laid my eyes back on Lucas. I couldn't help but wonder about him. He's so… I don't know. I can't judge him. Is he nice? Is he mean? Is he an asshole? What is he? Is he my friend and ally in this place or is he like Mira? Does he believe me or is he just hoping I'm going to slip something up what can conform to these people that I'm some kind of spy. He is such a confusing person.

The sun had started to set. It created an amazing sundown. I couldn't help but stop and look at it. The sky was beautifully painted with a mix of red, orange and yellow with a hint of dark blue that was starting to came down. I was mesmerized by the scenery: "Hey! You coming?"

"Huh? Yeah, okay," I said and left the painting behind me. Dame it, I should have brought my camera. That would have made one killer picture. Lucas was waiting for me. Apparently he hadn't noticed that I had stopped to look at the scenery: "You know I just realized something."

"You make it sound like it's the first time for you," I answered and followed him back to the camp. He smirked at my comment. I had to admit he was rather cute whenever he did that. God, stop it Lexie! Don't fall for some guy you just met in a place you just ended up in: "You're very amusing you know that. But what I wanted to say was that I don't know you're name."

"Apparently mommy and daddy didn't teach you much manners because…" I wanted to finish my sentence but found myself being shoved against a tree out of the blue. My head hit the base and I could feel a headache starting to come up. I had closed my eyes in the sudden action and when I opened them Lucas his friendly side had been replaced by the side I saw the first time I met him: "Don't ever speak of my mother! Ever!"

His hands were pinning me to the tree and he had a mad look in his eyes. I didn't get it? What had I said about his mother that was bad? Didn't he get it was a joke? Apparently he didn't. He let me go, but didn't say anything. He just started walking, expecting me to follow him. Wow, talk about switching between personality's. What is up with this guy? I had to admit I was a bit interested in him, well more in the story behind him. Something very messed up must have happened to make him be this way. But what? Maybe it involves his dad. It's obvious that he doesn't like him, so he must be involved in the whole story. I still didn't understand what I did wrong, but I started walking after him. Let's just avoid the M-word around him:"It's Alexis by the way."

I hadn't expected Lucas to hear me, but when the camp came in sight he stopped for a second. He turned his head towards me. His eyes were still angry but a hint of his other side was visible. It made me want to know more about him. I can't believe I'm interested in this guy: "I'm Lucas."

We walked back in silence. I expected he would take me back to the cell. I was dreading the idea. I hated being locked up in a small, dark space especially when small bugs could easily come in. I'm very thankful that I hadn't seen any spiders yet. Oh god, what am I going to do when I see one? That's going to be interesting. The man surprised me (must be his talent): "Maybe a tent would be more comfortable."

He stopped at the base of a huge tree. A rope was hanging next to it. I looked up and noticed that it would bring us up to the tree house camp of these people. It still amazed me. Lucas was busy tying the rope around his waist and placing his feat on the piece of wood that was hanging at the end of the rope: "You coming?"

"Euh, what's the plan?" I asked and looked at the construction. I couldn't help but feel terrified of going up that way. The whole thing is like screaming 'suicide': "I am not going up that way. No way, forget it! I'm too young to die!"

Lucas didn't seem amused by the comment, so he simply pulled me close to his body, tied the rope around my waist and yelled at the people in the trees to pull us up. WHAT! No I don't want this! I'll go back to the dame cell! I was terrified. As reaction I clung myself to Lucas his body: "Oh god, this is not what I had in mind. Wow, this is high!"

At a certain point I couldn't take it anymore so I closed my eyes. When the rope stopped moving I felt Lucas placing his feet on something hard. I lowered myself and felt a platform came beneath my feet. Oh thank god, I'm alive! I slowly opened my eyes and saw I was very, very high in the trees. Wow, these trees are high. It took me a few minutes to find the courage to start walking around: "Okay, that was not funny you bastered!"

"Actually it was," Lucas smirked and he started walking over a bridge that led to another platform. Oh great, now I have to walk over that. If he starts swinging the dame thing, he's a dead man! I slowly followed him over the wobbly bridge. I wondered how they had build all this. It reminds me of the camp of Peter Pan and the missing boy's.

"You'll be staying here while you are here. I suggest you don't go wondering around without someone with you," he said and held the opening of the tent out of my way. I walked in the thing and noticed I wasn't alone. Three other woman were already staying in the tent. They didn't seem pleased to see me. In fact I was pretty sure they hated me. One woman walked over to me and folded her arms over each other: "That will be your bed. I suggest you don't make a sound while you are here."

"Aya captain," I said and smiled, but dropped it quickly considering the woman didn't find me amusing. She left the tent, followed by one of the other ladies. Jesus, don't these people know the word humor? I sat down on the thing that resembled my bed. It was just a bunch of blankets throw on a pile and some hay throw together. Yeah, lucky me.

"Don't let Miranda get to you," I got pulled out of my state of adoring my so called bed and looked at the third woman, who had stayed behind. I guess she's my guard right now. She was reading something, while sitting on her bed. Dame them, why does she get a good bed and I get this crappy shit? She seemed to be a lot older than me, hell she's probably older than Mira.

"They aren't glad with you staying here, no one really is. Be on your guard. You never know who might disobey Mira's orders," the woman explained. Is she threatening me? I raised an eyebrow at the woman: "And are you one of them?"

"No, I'm not foolish enough to go against Mira. But with Miranda you never know. I'm Amy by the way," the woman introduced herself. She seemed to let go of her hostile attitude towards me when she told me her name: "I'm Alexis. I guess we'll be roomies for a while."

"So it appears, but don't get to comfortable. You never know when they might change their minds and decided to put you back in that cell," Amy warned me. I had to admit she had a point. Lucas had just decided on his own that he would put me here, but Mira could change that or whoever was in charge here.

"Thanks for the info," I said and laid down. Great, this things is like laying on solid rock. Maybe that cell thing wasn't such a bad place to stay. Lexie focus, maybe Amy can tell us more about Lucas: "Hey can I ask you something?"

"What?" Amy asked and sat up straight. She was on her guard. Ha, she probably thought that I was going to try and get some top secret info: "What's the deal with that Lucas guy? He's so weird!"

"No shit. Why do you ask about him?" Her eyes went a bit wider when she heard my question. Ha, she defiantly didn't see that question coming. I sat up and faced the woman: "He goes from being nice and normal to psycho freak in like a milli second. What is his problem?"

"I don't really know, but he has been that way since I first met him. You shouldn't really take it personally, he's not a people person if you get what I mean," Amy explained. But why is he that way? God, since when did I become such a noisy cat? Amy noticed that I wanted to know more: "I think it has something to do with his mother's death. It affected him badly."

"That would explain why he went all evil on me when I mentioned the M-word," I thought out load and Amy agreed with me: "Never mention her and try to avoid the subject on his father as well. There just sore subjects for him."

"Oh okay, thanks," I said and laid back down. Now I'm even more curious about him. His mothers death must have been awful. Okay it always is, but it must been really bad. Maybe his dad didn't support and comfort him and that's why he hates him. Or maybe they blame each other for her death. Or maybe his dad killed her. Oh my god Lexie, hear yourself! You sound like some obsessed teenage girl.

Unfortunately for me I am an obsessed teenage girl.

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