"YOU'RE PROBABLY WONDERING WHAT'S going on," a voice, strangely familiar, rings through Inês' ears. She cowers back against the wall, scared, frantic.
"By joining the University of Foirta, you unwillingly signed yourself up for a trial. A trial, like none other. We know what you're thinking; this is an ambush, a fúcking assualt," the voice continues, the simplicity of it all scaring Calum out of his wits.
"You're thinking, I can call the police and get this over with," the girl announces, and then lets out a burst of maniacal laughter, causing Teresa to press her palms against her ears. Except it doesn't help, because she feels like the voice is coming from within, bouncing through her entire being.
"You wish it were that easy. The motive for this trial is simple; solving identity-crises. Getting kids like you, a generation woven together with trust issues, to put their hearts in someone's hands. Jumping. Running, taking risks. Not the best way to do so, I agree, but the last resort. So here's what you have to do, foirites. Make a group of twelve. Trust them. Rip your fúcking lungs out hand them over. And then, you find your way out."
Michael's eyebrows furrowed. It was simple. Too fúcking simple.
And then the glass door opened. The sound multiplied, like there were thousands of little compartments. Thousands of hungry, animalistic beings being let out into the open. And as the humans poured out, wave upon wave, Atiya pushed herself up. Walked out. And then she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in a vain attempt to hide her horror.
"And here's the catch. Here's a blessing for all of you who just jinxed your escape a few milliseconds ago; everyone in this arena, everyone you talk to, is you. They look like you, talk like you, fúck like you, until you put your trust in them. Good luck, and peace out."
Luke felt a chill run down his spine, his knees buckling under the non-existent pressure. The blue eyed boy collapsed, his eyes wide open. Ashton felt a gust of wind, and his head snapped to the right to see a clone of himself fall down. He rushed over, his arms locking around the other person's elbows to hold them up.
Khadeeja felt a pull at her heart. As she saw hundreds and thousands of her, with the same scar above their left eye and the same lost look in their eyes, she knew this was a lost cause.
They all knew that this was a lost cause.
And then the youngsters, swept over by the myriad of emotions running through their minds, felt their eyes drop and their minds go blank.
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hail trials + 5sos
Fanfiction"you find yourself, and you find your way out." except, it's never that easy. // in which a generation woven together with trust issues is given one task; to trust. to run, to jump, to love, and to do anything it takes.
