Kidnapped by Wolves

Seven: Numbers

---John---

I woke as an alarm blared and nearly fell out of my bed. What the hell is that? Where the f**k am I? What’s in god’s name is going on? “WAKE UP. YOU HAVE 30 MINUTES TO GET READY FOR THE DAY. THE DOORS WILL AUTOMATICALLY UNLOCK WHEN IT IS TIME TO LEAVE. WHEN THE DOORS OPEN, STAND OUTSIDE YOUR ROOM AND AWAIT MORNING INSPECTION.”

I screamed at the top of my lungs back at these people, whoever the f**k they were. How dare they do this to me! How did I even get here!?  I got on this fancy-ass bus, a smoking hot lady served me some snacks, then nothing. I hope I at least f****d her before she drugged me: she was sexy as f**k.

I ran to the door in the corner of my room: Locked. I screamed again in case the dipshits didn’t hear me the first time. “YOU FUCKERS ARE GOING TO REGRET THIS, I SWEAR TO GOD.”

I pushed aside every piece of furniture in my room away from my walls. If they were hiding something in this hellhole, I’d sure f*****g find it. These bitches weren’t about to trick me. But there wasn’t anything. I marched around the prison cell they’d dumped me in, seething. 

I looked at a scrap of paper on the wall that indicated a daily schedule. I tore it into pieces and threw it on the ground. These fuckers think they can schedule my life? No f*****g way. I’ll show them: You don’t push John f*****g White around like that!

The alarm blared again, and I heard my door unlock. I marched out of my room and saw I was in a long hallway filled with numerous confused-looking idiots who were dutifully standing outside their rooms as instructed. f*****g rule followers. Idiots, the lot of them!

At one end of the hallway was a wall, but the other was an open door. There was only one sexy but weak-looking woman standing in my way. My specialty. I swaggered over to her, drawing myself up to my full height. “Hey sexy, what are you doing in a place like this?”

The girl had the audacity to punch me in the stomach. Jesus, this b***h was going to pay! I stood up to punch her back, but she followed her punch with a kick to my balls. I fell onto the floor, seeing stars. What f*****g roids was this chick taking?! 

I quickly stood and roared in anger: there was no way I was going to let this stupid b***h take me down. Quicker than my eyes could register, the woman’s lips were next to my ear. “There are rules here. You obey. You are a puny human and no match for me. Now get back to your place before you regret it.”

She pushed me with one finger, and I fell on my ass again. Angrily, I stomped back to the door of the room I’d woken up in. I don’t know how to leave just yet, but I’d figure it out. When I did, I’d be coming back to kill this b***h. No one defied me and got away with it, especially not women.

---Holly---

When the horrible alarm sounded again, I heard my door lock disengage. Finally, I’d at least be able to get out of this dingy room. I walked outside my door and stood motionlessly as the computer voice suggested. Yeah, I wanted to get out of here, but I needed to get on these peoples’ good side for that to happen. So, for now, I’d have to follow their humiliating rules.

A triangle-shaped man charged out of his room toward the end of the hallway. A woman standing at the end was watching him with a bored expression. When he reached her, she quickly put him in his place. With movements that seemed quicker than humanly possible, she beat him to the ground and whispered something in his ear. He stomped back to his room, trying to make eye contact with the rest of us. I stared at the woman instead: I wanted nothing to do with this clearly disturbed man. Associating with him would only lead to the leaders here disliking me. Besides that, he seemed like a total asshole. No, thanks.

I looked around the hallway and noticed a couple dozen strangers were in it with me. The hallway had doors on either side and was wide enough for everyone to stand outside their doors while still leaving the woman room to walk between us.

When everyone was waiting outside their doors, the woman yelled for a roll call. Everyone looked around confusedly before we noticed numbers on the outside of our doors. My door was number 11.

Everyone shuffled uncomfortably as they waited for their turn to call their number. When it was my turn, I obediently answered, making sure not to make eye contact with the woman as if to show respect. 

The angry man was number 17. Instead of yelling his number when it was his turn, he crossed his arms in front of his chest in defiance. I rolled my eyes. This guy had to have some sort of death wish. 

In the blink of an eye, the woman was by his side and kicked him into submission. Jesus, what were these people? Were they all as superhumanly powerful and fast as this woman? Because she didn’t look like she had the power to take on a steroid monster, but she easily outmatched him.

Everyone straightened at their doors so as not to incur the wrath of this terrifying woman. The man coughed out his number, glaring at the woman that easily held him on the ground with one hand. I gulped. Escape seemed a whole lot harder if people like this woman were my captors. 

After the teenager I’d noticed on the bus yelled number 25, the scary woman addressed us. “My name is Chelsae Hyde, and I am your group’s Administrator. While you are enjoying your stay at the Crimson Blood Pack, you will answer to me. You will obey me or face the consequences. As number 17 found out the hard way, I am a lot stronger than I look and have no qualms with putting you weaklings in your place. 

“We have the same schedule every day except today. Today will be intake day. You will go to breakfast, then go through a series of tests to gauge your skills. You will be tested on your physical strength, intellectual ability, and more. After lunch, our doctor will visit and run a series of medical tests and take blood samples. You will eat dinner, after which you will return to your rooms. Tomorrow, your training and testing will begin.”

So these people wanted to run experiments on us. But why? What could they possibly gain by imprisoning us to turn us into lab rats? I looked around to see if anyone would have the courage to ask the questions I’m sure we were all wondering, but everyone was silent. I guess no one wanted to risk getting the same treatment as Triangle Man.

“If there are no questions, you may follow me.” The woman instructed us as she turned around to lead us out of the hallway.