Story: 21ste century meets the 22ste
Author: Wizard92
Chapter 7: thinking of you
I didn't know how much hours had passed since Lucas his assault, but it seemed to be a few. I couldn't see and cracks of sunlight between the plank above my head and the walls of the cell. It must be nighttime. Mira had brought me back to my lovely cell. I was missing the warm comfy bed that I had used yesterday. It may be laid like crape, but at least it was warm.
I could hear the soft sound of something hitting the plank above me. It must be raining. I wanted to move and sit but, but I was afraid my body wouldn't allow me. Lucas his angry eyes were still freshly printed in my mind. I couldn't shake them away. I didn't want to see him. Why did he freak out like that? I thought he was my friend, well sort of friend.
It was to quite in the cell, it freaked me out to only hear the soft ticking of the rain. I wanted to get out, but I was afraid of what I might find there. I was afraid of the jungle and of the people in it. I couldn't defend myself out there to god know what kind of creatures. I would never survive the cold, I would starve and I would just get myself killed. It would be suicidal for me to just run away. But I can't stay here either. These people are insane. Mira will never let me leave this cell again and Lucas is out to get me as well. What am I going to do?
I could hear thunder above my head. It must be storming out there. Another thing I hadn't thought of, the weather. How am I going to survive that. I had seen enough storms on the news to know that mother nature was fearless and would always have her way. And I won't have clothes out there, so if they get wet I'll freeze to death. God, what a depressing thought. I repeat my question: what am I going to do?
Maybe I can go to that other camp? Maybe they'll let me live with them. Hell, as long as they don't hurt me and give me food I'll call it paradise. Anything would be better that this place. But how am I going to get there? Hell how am I going to get out of here? It's not like they are going to let me just wonder of on my own. It would even be a miracle if I could get out of this cell on my own and I have feeling that my body isn't going to help me.
Speaking of which, maybe I should try to move. At least I'll know what I am capable of if Mira decides to pay me a visit. My ankle was still hurting like a bitch and I was pretty sure that I should let my arm rest for awhile. Mira didn't broke it, but she still did a good job wrecking it. A headache was torturing my skull and didn't want to know what my eyes looked like. They'll probably be a mix between black and blue. The face of Brooke Davis from One Tree Hill came into my head. She was attacked in one episode and I pictured my face to look like that. That can't be pretty.
As if on cue I could hear Mira's voice. You got be joking me. Maybe if I act asleep she'll leave me alone. Yeah as if, she'll just throw water over your head. The plank above my head moved and a man jumped in the hole. He pulled me up and lifted my out of the dame thing. Mira seemed to be analyzing me. She was curious to what would hurt. She quickly discovered that my ankle was weak, so she let me walk on my own, while she pulled my arm on my back and pulled it very high, just like she did yesterday. I had to force myself to keep my mouth shut. Mira was testing me. I could see the smile on her face. She was up to something: "Nice face."
"To bad we can't say the same thing about yours," my anger had taken a hold over my mouth. My comment pist Mira of and made her pull my arm higher up. It couldn't help but hiss this time. I saw Amy standing on another platform. She seemed to me horrified. Great, that can't mean anything good. We were heading to Mira's tent. One of her friends tied me up against the pole that was standing in the middle of her tent.
"I have to admit you're little stunt of yesterday…I couldn't have planed it better myself. That must have been the dumbest plan ever, trying to break Lucas his puzzle box right in front of his nose," Mira told me and laughed. Her trust knife was in her hands. She seemed very pleased with my action: "Well then yeah me."
"You're amusing you know that," Mira said and bent down in front of me. It seemed odd to see her smile, it even looked scary. Maybe I can whip that smile of her stupid face: "To bad we can't say the same thing about you, doll face."
"So are you going to tell me what your real goal is now? I mean you totally rated yourself out with your stunt from the other day. So why don't you tell me more about yourself?" Mira explained herself and waited for me to answer. She seemed rather confident today: "I already told you everything. There's nothing more to tell you bitch!"
Mira's knife went straight into my upper leg. It drilled its way into the bone. My scream was cut short when one of Mira's men punched me in the stomach, making me gasp for air: "Let's try this again shall we? Who are you really?"
"You're worst nightmare bitch," I cursed my mouth for taking a life of its own, but it wasn't like Mira would believe a word I would tell her. She hated me too much. I didn't even know why. What had I ever done to her? She attacked and kidnapped me. Mira's foot stepped on the cut in my leg. It started to sting and the dirt of her shoe came into the wound. That bitch! It'll get infected that way. Her buddy was waiting for me to scream, but I wasn't going to grant him his pleasure. Mira didn't agree with that so she stepped harder on the wound, with her full weight: "Ah, you bitch!"
The air was knocked out of me again by the asshole standing next to me. It went on like that for hours. Mira would ask me a question, I wouldn't give the answer she wanted to hear and she and her buddy would hurt me. Mira had made four stab wounds on my legs and they were very painful. At one point Mira had kicked my knee, resulting that it laid in a very strange angle, but surprisingly it wasn't broken.
Yeah me!
(Lucas POV)
I could hear Mira and Alexis yell at each other. Their racket reached my tent. I don't understand, that girl made it to obvious that she was a spy yesterday and she still refuses to say anything. Why? She's not going to make it. Mira will kill her and if she runs off (like that will ever happen) then the wild life will kill her. The only way she could keep herself alive was by telling everything. Then again that didn't mean that Mira would let her live.
But still, it had to be better than the pain she was feeling now. Why doesn't she give up?
The only other explanation that came to my mind was that she wasn't a spy. But it was ludicrous. It couldn't be true. But the more I could hear her scream the more possible the idea seemed. If she was a spy she would have given up by now. But she hasn't. It has to be true what she is saying. But if it is true, then how did she get here and why? Why would anyone send a person to the future, especially if they have no knowledge of the future? What's the point of it?
The idea that she might have been telling the truth started nestling it's self into my brains and along with that came an annoying feeling…guilt. If she had been telling the truth then we had been hurting for no reason. Why does that bug me? I have never been worried about someone getting hurt, that died with my mother. Why should I be worried about someone else? No one had looked out for me after my mother's death.
Still I couldn't shake the felling of off me. The girls screamed were starting to get to me. I couldn't focus on my work anymore. This place is driving me mad. I should leave and go back to the jungle. Being around these people is distracting me too much. What were those fuckers thinking? Making me get close to the girl. The voices of Mira and Alexis were very clear: "HAD ENOUGH YET?"
"NO! BRING IT ON YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
Their screams started to get inside my head. They reminded me of that day. Everyone was screaming that time. I didn't want to hear it. Stop screaming! Guilt was spreading into my system. It's not my fault! She should have stayed of my stuff! It's her own fault! And I can't stop Mira! I can't keep getting involved with the girl. Let Mira deal with her!
I tried to sooth my mind, but it didn't help. The yelling wouldn't stop in my head and I noticed my hands were shaking. I need to get away from here. I got up and quickly left the camp. I could feel curious eyes follow me. I tried to get away from their screaming voices, but they wouldn't let me go. I was starting to wonder if it was really them I was hearing.
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