WARNING!
THIS IS A COMPLETLY RANDOM STORY I STARTED BECAUSE I WAS BORED. I DON'T THINK I'M GOING TO FINISH IT, AND I HAVE NO SPECIFIC PLOT LINES RIGHT NOW. I MIGHT CONTINUE IT ONE DAY BUT FOR NOW THIS IS IT - JUST A WARNING!
'So, here's the plan. We wait for them to come in and then BAM. Right between the legs.' Jezebel made a crude motion of her planned attack method, involving dramatic gasps and collapsing to her knees. I sighed
'Will that even work? Well, it should on Tom but in case you haven't noticed, Maria is a lady.' I retorted, absently scratching a groove in the concrete wall. Tom and Maria were our assigned security. Both tall, muscled, and not to be messed with.
'Actually it might, if you kicked hard enough you could break her pelvic bone.' Jack added mildly. We jumped, thinking he'd been asleep.
'Oh look, it speaks.' I muttered, earning myself a disdainful look from the pile of blankets huddled on the floor that was Jack. It seemed like we'd been over every plan of escape possible. Jezebel made a 'hmf' noise and continued her pacing of our room. God knows how long we'd been there. It could have been days or weeks. Time seemed to run differently there, wherever there was. At first we were scared, terrified in fact. Well, kidnap does that to you. Although, judging by movie standards, ours seemed positively humane. Jezebel and I were walking home from school, complaining about crappy teachers and such, when out of nowhere we each felt a sudden sting. Turns out some sort of dart gun had been used to employ a drug into our blood stream. Probably the wrong thing to notice, but the feeling was actually quite pleasant. Like I was floating. After that everything was just a blur. We woke up in a smaller room then the one we were in now. Peeling beige walls, and faded laminate flooring. No explanations as to what we were doing there from the kidnappers, not that either of us dared to ask. Eventually Jack was brought along, a little scuffed up but otherwise unhurt. Apparently his kidnapping hadn't gone quite as smoothly as our own (now there's a sentence I never thought I'd say). That's when they moved us into, what appeared to be, our permanent room, or 'cell' as I like to refer to it. We were provided with minimal fixtures: two beds, a small and rather dirty sink, a mirror (attached firmly to the wall. Apparently they weren't taking chances that we'd bash them over the head with it.), a rickety wooden chair that looked like it'd seen a decade or two, and a metal picnic bench (also attached to the wall). We had toilet access if we requested it, but were accompanied by either Maria or Tom. Since this particular part of their job seemed to annoy them the most we had taken it upon ourselves to take as many toilet breaks between the three of us as we could possibly manage. Jezebel had even plucked up the courage to ask Maria for some 'lady toiletries', which Maria had wordlessly fetched for her with an almost sympathetic look on her face. After being here for what felt like decades, slight exaggeration, we'd concluded that we must be in some sort of hostage situation. Since we were being fed and not massacred, we could only assume that we had been taken by some sort of protest group. In fact, aside from the initial kidnap, no harm had come to us. Of course we were all worried about our futures. Since nobody would tell us anything we hoped our 'protest' idea was true. It seemed the least violent explanation. Still, there was nothing we could do, hence our failed attempts at hatching escape plans. Another nagging worry was our families, out there in the real world. I had no doubt my folk's would be going crazy. Although Jezebel and I had been known to land ourselves in bother before. Nothing like this of course, but there may have been a situation once, in which we may have gotten lost in the local woods. This may have lead to us having to camp out for almost 48 hours in the wilderness with nothing but a pack of grapes and some skittles between us before the ranger finally stumbled across our pitiful campsite. Yeah, something like that MAY have happened...just sayin'. Fortunately for us, we're not stupid enough to wonder off without warning our parents and face the wrath of the dreaded mother. Stupid enough to get shot with a dart gun, sure, but not stupid enough not to call our mothers if we're gonna be out late. That's just suicide.
