Saving Jack and Quora (On Hold)

Chapter 1

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               Ten years later, and we’re still here. But we’ve been here so long that time has no meaning. It’s just one continuous hell, the only thing constant being the injections we got day in and day out, and the pain. To think I had been sad for the kids that had died. This living hell was worse than any death.

                I opened my eyes to the sound of my cage opening again. I whimper in spite of myself. Not another injection, please no injections.

                As usual my silent pleas were denied as I felt the prick of a needle, along with the burning sensation that began in my arm and trickled throughout the rest of my body. Next to me I heard Narcissa whimpering as she received her injection. Very few of these yielded the results they’d want, but the ones that did work had different effects on all of us.

                Narcissa could move really fast, but in a weird way. She doesn’t run really fast, but she can be standing in one place and end up in another without much moving, but the scientists insist it’s not teleporting (too bad, she could teleport out of here), so they call it blinking.

                All the injections have done to me so far is enhance my senses, mainly my hearing. Pretty self-explanatory, right? The worst part is it also enhances the pain, so all the injections are twice as painful.

                Damon had gotten the best power of all. His body absorbs electricity from the air, so he can zap people, like a human taser. He can shot bolts of electricity, but it drains so much of his energy it leaves him unconscious.

                I sighed. So many kids had died by these peoples’ hands. Out of the 99 kids that had come here over the last 10 years, only one had survived, and he had only lasted for two weeks. And then I overheard two of the scientists talking, and realized what day it was. This year’s kids were arriving.

                “Narcissa, Damon? Guess what day it is?”

                Damon’s dull gray eyes peered through the edges of his cage. “Are the new one’s here yet?”

                I shook my head. “They will be soon though.”

                His eyes watered. Mine did too, and even though I couldn’t see Narcissa’s, I know hers were too. 11 kids were about to get their lives ruined, 11 families destroyed.

                We all poked our fingers through the cage door, and our thin fingers barely touched, but it was all the comfort we got. We were all thin, almost to the point of being malnourished.

                I suddenly jerked my arm away. There was a searing pain that rippled up my arm and all throughout my body.  I let out a short scream, which startled Damon and Narcissa.

                “Ara? ARALYN!” Damon began to panic, seeing me writhe in pain.

                And as I blacked out, all I heard was Narcissa’s sobs and Damon’s frantic screams.

                I awoke to Damon and Narcissa crying softly.

                “Damon, Narcissa?” I said groggily. “What’s wrong?”

                They both stopped crying at the sound of my voice. “Ara, are you okay?” I saw Damon’s hand reach through the cage door, and I reached out and was able to grab his fingers. Narcissa managed to reach far enough and grabbed ahold as well.

                Narcissa started crying again. “We thought you had died. You didn’t wake up for a long time.”

                “Have the new kids been through?” I asked, hope tangible in my voice.

                I could see Damon nod. “Try listening to see if any of the kids are still alive.”

                I nodded back. I strained to hear.

                And what I heard chilled me to the core. “Yeah, we got lucky this year. Two kids made it through, though one doesn’t look like he’s gonna make it. The girl’s already developing. She’s managed to completely change her appearance. And the boy, even though he’s completely silent, can generate electricity just like Number 13, except his isn’t as strong. The poor kid’s not looking to good though, must be over-stressed.”

                I nearly broke down. We always felt sad the kids had been kidnapped, but we didn’t want any of them to live after being kidnapped. It just sentenced you to endless torture, without any hope for escape.

                I turned to the others. “There are two of them this year.” Narcissa started crying again and Damon just sat there silent.

                Then we jumped as the scientists wheeled in two more dog crates. I saw a little girl with blue-black hair and bright green eyes and a little boy with blonde hair and blue eyes.

                And both of them looked on the brink of death.

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