Stolens

7.

Lock his mind.

Lock his thoughts.

Lock his Sanity away.

She is the only thing I can ever see...

They lifted Raine out on a stretcher. I watched her mutter in her sleep, and then she was gone. Her blonde long hair flickering over the edge as they took her away. I silently wondered if I would ever see her blue eyes staring at me with wonder again.

Please don't die.

I was still sat in the blood room on the floor. The horrid pain in my leg kept some sort of feeling running inside me instead of the emptiness which I knew would come later,

"She'll be ok. The scientists are the best in the world, they will put her right in no time." Creeds smiled at me. I shivered and stared around trying not to look at the dead kids bodies.

Shows how f****d up in the head he is to smile in here.

"I don't expect you to understand why we're doing this. Why you were taken from your homes and left here. Just know that it's for a reason. You will save the world." He chuckled and looked around.

Did he really just stare at kids bodies that were covered in blood and flies and chuckle?!

"Come on then, we best get you to solitary confinement." Creeds flicked a fly off his suit and walked out the room. I didn't have a choice so I followed him. The pain in my stabbed leg raged but I didn't complain. Creeds hummed a song under his breath as we walked, it sounded like ten green bottles. I supposed I should be happy I'm not dead.

I'm not thanking him. Evil f*****g freaky scientist.

It was as we walked down countless corridors, twisting down steps and turns, that I realised how big the Place was. A maze, filled with guards on every corner. Hundreds of rooms filled with unknown things. Kids and whatever else Creeds was hiding. How had the world never found us? How had every family that these kids had been taken to never looked for us? I understood why I hadn't been searched for. I didn't have a family to care. The thought hits me dead in the brain. What if every kid here, everyone who had been stolen didn't have anyone to look for them? What if They only took the ones who were forgotten? Raine was right. Escape was impossible. I pushed the thoughts of Raine from my mind. I had to keep a clear mind, not think about if she would live. Mr Creeds stopped outside a metal door and knocked. A slimy looking Man with long black dredlocks and a peiced lip opened it,

"How long?" He muttered,

"Two weeks..." He turned to me, a smile playing on his lips, "Enjoy the quiet Rev, it won't last for long." And he was gone leaving only the scent of his pine cone aftershave wafting in the dusty air,

"Get in here then." The Man sneered and yanked me into the dark room, "Lets get you inside."

I stared at one of the many rusty black machines in the big room. They looked like washing machines but a lot bigger,

"Am I going in there?" I asked. The Man laughed,

"Where else would you be going?"

Not the best time to mention I was claustrophobic.

Raine P.O.VThe first thing I felt when I woke up was the thumping headache, the second was the stinging pain of hunger and the last was the grief as I remembered and then I realized I wasn't dead which was a good thing. I suppose.

Rev. The tears rolled out before I could stop them. He was taking my punishment

I was back in my room but now no light peeked through the boarded window, it was night. A thin sheet had been dumped in our, my room and a plate of something which may have been food once, was sat beside it. I'd missed shower hour, and I needed a shower. Rev's blood from his bleeding leg covered my hands.

He was all I'd had in this place.

Now he was gone, and In two weeks he would have forgotten everything. I'd only been in there once for three days and my memory had taken days to return.

He would forget me!

I pushed the food anyway even though I was hungry. There was no way I could just eat while Rev suffered.

"Cal"

Mr Creeds smiled at Cal as he stood behind his office,

"You may have lied to me but you found the kids.. Well done." Cal paid no attention to the compliment,"Can I have some paper and a pen now to write a letter for my parents?" He asked. Creeds smiled, well it was more of a stretch of the skin. The smile never reached his eyes,

"You can write a letter. I won't send it yet. You have to earn these privileges Cal." He said and picked up a cheap notepad and pen. Cal took them with a surge of triumph, "I'm moving your room as well. The girl you followed today? Your going to be with her. think she may prove a problem when her friend comes back in two weeks brain-dead."

"When?" Cal asked. Mr Creeds stared up from the files,

"Now."

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The slimy Man shoved me inside the metal box, he closed the door and I was plunged into the dark. Not a normal dark but a pitch blackness where it felt like I had my eyes closed. As if I'd been blind my entire life. The shadows around me seemed to pulse with life. It was silent, pure silent. I could do this for two weeks, sitting in a peaceful world, no experiments, no problems. Then the hiss of running water echoed around me.

They really were washing machines.

The box didn't start spinning but the water was rising rapidly, freezing cold as it sunk into my skin. Panic erupted inside me and I slammed my fists on the walls,

I was going to drown.

The icy water rose up past my shoulders right up to my neck. I couldn't stop shaking, heart thundering against my ribcage as it rose over my heard blocking my shuddering breaths. My head swam with dizziness as I struggled to stay awake but I couldn't. I wanted to take a breath even though I knew that would kill me yet I couldn't help it. I had to. The icy liquid sunk down into my lungs as I gasped for invisible air and I knew I would die.