Captive

Prologue

This is my first original story I've shared. I've always been scared of posting originals for some reason :-S but everything about this story is my own, so please don't steal it!! I really hope you all enjoy it and please give me feedback and vote and share 

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Ella

            September 23rd, 2009. I can tell you exactly where I was on that day. Why is that date so special? Well that’s the day my entire life changed. Scratch that. September 23rd 2009 was the day every human being’s life changed. And for the worst, in case you didn’t know.

I woke up that Wednesday morning at seven, like I always did, to get ready for school. I was 14, in year nine, without a care in the world. I was popular enough at school, had a great group of friends, boys were interested in me, and I knew that when I graduated high school I wanted to study to become a nurse, like my mum. But by the end of that Wednesday, I knew I’d never get the chance to do the things in life I had hoped. Hell, I didn’t even know if I would have a life for much longer.

While getting ready for school, the news was on the muted television, but I remember noticing the headlines of ‘Riots across major cities overnight’. I figured it was some political thing or whatever; it wasn’t affecting us in Atherton. Mum and Dad had left for work, so my sister Charlotte was dropping me at school. We were listening to a CD, a Pink CD to be exact, not the radio. If we had been listening to the radio maybe we would’ve known sooner about what was going on.

During the day everyone was buzzing about the riots. Everyone had a different theory too; terrorists, hippies, even aliens. No one even came close to the truth though. I went to netball practice after school, and then Charlotte picked me up. We went home, caught up with our parents for the day, sat down for dinner with the news playing in the background.

The riots were still all over the headlines, and they started screening live footage. It was horrible. I remember the screaming, flames engulfing cars; things you would only imagine to be in movies. And then the reporter was grabbed from behind by a man. He yelled at the camera man to keep filming, because he wanted everyone to see what was coming. I still hear his voice in my dreams, now four years on, almost to the day. Today is September 14th, 2013 and I remember what that man said as he held the reporter tightly in his grip.

“The night is ours. The future is ours.” And then he pulled back his lips, and bit into the reporter’s neck.

  

Casey 

                September 23rd, 2009. I remember it like it was yesterday, even now. I spent the entire day at the beach with my mates, even though we were supposed to be at uni. It was a great day for the beach though, so we couldn’t miss hitting the waves. Plus there was no one at home to force me to go to classes anyway. My parents hadn’t been around for a couple of years, and my brother had been MIA for a few weeks. He was probably spending time with mates or a chick he’d met, so I wasn’t worried. He did it all the time.

                My friends and I walked through Bondi after our surf, inspecting the damage the previous night’s riots had caused. I left my mates around 4.45pm to head home, getting a text from my brother, Lachlan, on the walk back to our place. He told me to meet me at some abandoned warehouse in an hour. Lockie was weird like that, but he’d probably found something illegal to involve himself in. I agreed because I wanted to know what he was up to and where he’d been.

                When I got to the warehouse at 5.45 the sun was about to set. I banged my fist on the warehouse door, calling out to Lachlan. I heard him yell out a reply, telling me to come in and shut the door. When I entered I knew he’d gotten himself into something dodgy straight away. He was standing with a group of people I didn’t recognise who looked suspect. He wouldn’t answer any of my questions about what he was doing; why he was there or where the hell he’d been the past few weeks.

He kept going on and on about ‘the future’ and a ‘calling’. That’s when I knew something crazy was up, but I thought he’d just been converted by a weird ass cult or something. I never would have guessed the truth back then.

“Casey, you’re gonna join me. We’re gonna do this together little brother.” Lachlan stood in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders.

I remember my heart skipping a beat as I saw the look in his eyes. A few minutes later it stopped beating all together. And it hasn’t beat once since.