Pearlonthesea

Well, don’t expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear. 

-Boggs

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-Finnick Odair

Unknown.

33

Brett lets out a snort and then meets his eyes with mine. "You heard me right, they are taking them to kill them,"
No words are ready to leave my mouth and exit as even a bare or slightest noise. Instead I stand there and stare at the little 4 to 3 year olds being taken away.
And then I catch the sight of Alex and his little brother, who are slowly walking with the small crowd to people, to god knows where, to be killed.
"ALEX!" I yell and run towards him, but Brett manages to grip my wrist and drag me back towards him.
"Too late, they're gone," And with Brett's last words, they are gone; Alex and Derek are gone.
"Why?" I whisper and turn to face the devil himself. "Why are you doing this? What will you get from this?" I'm angry but justifying.
"Because we want to," A grin merges on his face. "Dylan is gone too," A scowl escapes his lips. "Traitor," Brett mutters under his breath.
"Leave her alone," Josh cuts in. I had forgotten that he was even there. I feel him ripping Brett's claws off me.
Brett laughs and then lets out a snicker. "Don't be so disheartened, you'll soon be joining those people, as well,"
I can feel my heart racing faster and faster; as I stare at Brett and his ocean like blue eyes, filled with poison and hatred for me.
My breathing has gone faster than it's average rate. "Was it meant to be?" I mummer to myself, under my breath.
Was it meant to be like this? Everything leaving me, everyone leaving me, and then in the end I leave this world, myself, as well?
Maybe it was. Maybe it's a punishment of some sort. Maybe I deserve death.
A long torturing unpleasant bloody death, just the way Sirois wants it.
I mean, that's the way he is going to put it.
Sirois will probably set some wild dogs on me; to watch me die painfully, after being shredded into little tiny dices and strips of meat.
"Nothing will happen to her," Josh breaks in, laughing as if it is not true, but we both know it is. Our death. If not his, then mine: My death.
"I don't know how to put it to you two, but she will die-" Brett's words are cut off by a worker's voice from behind him.
"Sir, There is still room for 2 more people, like you asked for and now that request has been processed and heard," The boy is a small black haired, muscular worker.
"Perfect," Brett shines his pearly whites deviously at me. "I have these two for you guys to take over as well,"
I stand there, still. Of course, I was expecting this to happen and now it will come true. And no one can change it.
"I'm ready," Josh firmly places his hand on my shoulder, and then in one swift move, I'm being pushed back against a wall, where I hit my head, hard.
"Josh!" I scream, as I try to make out figures in the blurriness. I was pushed into the darkness, and now am unable to pull myself back into the light.
"UNKNOWN! JUST RUN!" I can hear Josh's yell, but where is it coming from?
There are two figures, or people, should I rather say, who are frantically pushing each other...wait..they're fighting.
Brett and Josh are fighting?
I get up but my hand is grabbed by a stranger, and then I find myself being pulled along with crowds of people, who are screaming and shoving past each other, trying to get to the exit.
I look at the person holding my wrist, but can't make out who it is.
"Let go," I whisper, trying to untangle myself, but their clutch is too tight, and I have no choice but to be dragged by them; leaving Josh and Brett inside, and behind.
"AFTER HER!! THE GIRLL!! UNKNOWN!! GET HERR!!" I hear Brett yell, he sounds like he has just won a bloody fight.
That means..."JOSH!!" I let out a yell, and find people who are running and shoving past each other to share glances and then at me.
"Don't say his name," The person holding my wrist, hisses at me. "He is fine, but he won't be if you yell like that,"
I raise my eyebrow. "What? That doesn't make any sense,"
"Everything will make sense," He whispers, coming into the light, to show his face. "Time will reveal everything,"
"Dylan?"
OMG!! I got a nominatition award for three subjects; Art, English and ICT :D Lol, my dad was like, "And why didn't you get one for Science and Maths?" xD Thank you soo much you guys; you're all amazing(:

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// I'm gonna live my life
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Unknown.

32

I stand there, watching the old woman and those few kids being dragged away. The last thing you hear are their s c r e a m s and then silence.
Alex looks at me for a second and sighs, before turning his attention to his little brother, Derek. "Let's go and get some sleep," He nudges his little brother and from there they both walk off.
I have no choice but to follow them. Maybe I can get information out of them? Especially Alex, because he knows alot about this place.
"So what is this place called?" I ask, as I trace Derek's steps.
Alex turns around at my voice and raises his eyebrow. "Are you following me?" And then a smile takes over his lips.
"What is this place called?" I ask my question again, trying to ignore his grin.
"P r i s o n," He answers my question more seriously. "Sirois's P r i s o n," And then he moves off away with his little brother, before I can ask him more important questions; questions that need answers.
And if I get the answers, I will easily make my way out from here.
There is no point of following Alex around now. First of all, it's creepy stalking someone and interrogating them. Second, because they have a little brother to look after, as well as themselves. I can't just keep annoying him like that.
He has himself and little brother to protect from against all these workers.
I let out a sigh, before mumbling a few c u r s e s under my breath.
Nothing is going in my fate and rights these days.
"Unknown?" I hear a faint whisper. My head twists around to see Josh crouched against a wall; scared and helpless.
"Josh?" My voice comes out in anger, seeing the state he is in. S c r a t c h e s, c u t s, b r u i s e s and a b l a c k eye.
"You're okay," He slowly gets up and limps towards me. "You're alive," Then a smile takes over his face, and a laugh breaks out from his mouth.
I raise my eyebrows "And what about you? You don't look fine," I soon find myself embracing into his arms.
"Yeah, I'm okay," There is confusion in my voice as well as his; and then I know Josh isn't okay.
"What did they do to you?" I ask, as I pull away from the warming hug. I can't help but stare at his black eye and claw like scratch scar on the side of his face.
"Don't worry about me," He whispers, as he pushes away my gentle gesture of placing my hand on his cheeks. "I'm fine," Josh whispers. "It's you we were worried about,"
"We?"
"Me and Dylan," Josh coughs out, and then blinks a few times.
"So, where is he then?" I ask. "Where is Dylan?" Panic is starting to take over me now. If Josh is here. Then where is Dylan?
He shrugs. "I don't know, they took him somewhere," And then he lets out a sigh and turns away, to face away from me.
"Where?" I ask. "And who took him?"
"Some guys, they took him, an old lady and a few kids," Josh's last words hit me like a hard b l o w.
And then I remember my conversation with Alex.
***Start of Flashback***
"Well nice to meet you Derek," I giggle, and rub the small little boy's hair with the palm of my hand.
"TAKE THEM!" A shout comes from behind us. A few men come in and drag an old lady and a some kids away, and out of the room.
"Where are they taking those people?" I ask Alex, in confusion.
He doesn't reply and then let's his words out in a whisper. "To k i l l..."
***End of Flashback***
Everything is now starting to get untangled and is making sense.
This place. The people. It's like a cattle farm, where each person is being taken away for something- to be interrogated, put into some sort of labour, or even to die.
But isn't that illegal? Then that means Sirois is doing it i l l e g a l l y. S e l l i n g people. He is s e l l i n g people. "But...Then that means that those people took Dylan away to..." My words are paused, as I see more people being taken away by Sirois Mandeth's workers.
"To k i l l him," Brett's words finish off my sentence.
Sorry again, guys
These days I seem to be slacking off; but luckily I just got a 5 day weekend :D

Unknown.

31

The hallway has gone black, dark as the raven flying in the jet tar coloured midnight sky.
Everything is pitch black; it's like someone has put a dark inky blanket over us- to shield us perhaps, because I can hear both of the boys breathing. They're alive.
Then who's dead, or maybe injured after that gun shot? I'm not dead; Otherwise, how could I even think?
It doesn't make sense? Why is everything so sable black, then?
"Who turned off the lights?" Someone asks; it sounds like Josh. His voice is so close, yet so unreachable.
I start to move back to catch where he is standing in this pitch blackness. Warmth envelopes me and I find myself crawling into someone's arms, and resting myself on to his chest.
"It'll be alright," The boy whispers; I think I'm holding onto Dylan, but I'm not sure. It doesn't feel like Dylan; or even smell like Dylan. I nod my head to whatever he says, and just stand there, until I hear his voice again, this time, more quieter and into my ears. "The power supply has probably gone off,"
"The power supply?" I say, hesitantly. "The lights can't just go, someone must've turned them off,"
The boy's grip tightens, more violently. "That's exactly what I was thinking," His voice is calm and gentle, even when we're in a situation where the person who wants to rip my guts out is creeping around in this very hallway.
"Unknown?" I hear my name being called out from another direction. That voice doesn't belong to Josh. It belongs to someone else; someone extremely familiar.
It takes me time, but then it suddenly comes to me. "DYLAN?" I scream out to the voice that has called out my name. Wait...if the person calling out my name is Dylan, then who is this guy holding me?
"Unknown?" The real Dylan calls out once more.
I'm screaming now; but soon one hand has clutched my waist, and the other is muffling out my yells for help.
"Keep it shut," The boy grumbles as he drags me across the floor and into an unfamiliar room with a strange stench.
My vision is starting to come back, and I can see again because this room's has lights turned on.
It's hard to make out what is actually going on because there are so many unfamiliar faces in this room. And what's worse is that there is that weird smell; the smell of dead corpses rotting in the summer heat.
There are yells and moans, but they aren't coming from me, they're coming from the other people in this room.
My eyes open immediately, as I start to look around the room to observe it. "What the-" I pause, and then let out the next word in confusion. "fu*k...?"
I look at the different people lying in the room, all of them bruised, and broken; injured or maybe even dead. There are men and woman, teenage girls and boys, toddlers and children.
"Where am I?" I whisper to myself. "And who brought me here?" Who am I kidding? Of course I know who brought me here; it was obviously that daddy's boy Brett. Brett Mandeth. The son of Sirois Mandeth.
I let out a groan as I find out my left arm in bruised badly with a few cuts after Brett dragged me across the hard surfaces of the floor: Carpet, then wood, then concrete.
"And why are you here?" I hear someone whisper from behind me.
I twist my head around to see a sandy headed boy with grey silver eyes staring at me. His face looks a little unwashed, with a few small cuts on the cheeks.
I shake my head. "I don't even know where I am?" I whisper.
He smirks and sits down next me. "Welcome to hell," And then he starts to laugh.
I stare at him, scared and confused. Hell? Wait..I'm dead. No. Soon I realise he is just being sarcastic and start to laugh with him. "I can see that," I clench my teeth and close down my nerve wrecking laugh.
He shakes his head. "This is where Sirois Mandeth throws all his prisoners, before killing them," He doesn't seem scared at all as he speaks.
"Oh," I whisper. So this is why Brett brought me here.
"They torture you before they kill you," The boy smiles, and then gets up to walk to a small boy, who must only be around the age of 8 or maybe even less.
"Cute kid," I whisper and follow his steps towards the little scared boy who is standing with tears in his eyes.
"He is my little brother," The sandy boy smiles, and then he shakes his head. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I never got to catch on your name,"
I laugh. "My name is Unknown,"
"Alex," The boy returns a grin and shakes my hand. "And this is Derek," Alex points at the little 8 year old.
"Well nice to meet you Derek," I giggle, and rub the small little boy's hair with the palm of my hand.
"TAKE THEM!" A shout comes from behind us. A few men come in and drag an old lady and a few small kids away, and out of the room.
"Where are they taking those people?" I ask Alex, in confusion.
He doesn't reply and then let's his words out in a whisper. "To kill..."
School is getting worse and worse.
I feel as if the teachers are actually planning to kill us with all the homework -__-

Unknown.

30

I cough and laugh nervously, widening my eyes and then pointing at myself. "So, you're not even gonna get me the 'real' story,"
He stops before going out of the door. "I did tell you the right story," His words may be firm, but if my words are stronger, it would be enough to break him down.
"No, you clearly didn't," I say, strongly; my voice is starting to develop a sort of confidence. "You're lying,"
He smiles, and then starts to smirk. "I pity poor foolish souls like you," And then a laugh escapes his mouth. "Your mother was like you as well," There is something in his eyes: memories?
"I..." I don't know what to say, until Brett holds my hands and cuffs them behind my back. "What're you doing?" My attention is completely diverted to Brett. "What're you-?" I'm hushed by Sirois.
"He is taking you away before we get rid of you," A bitter smile on his face. "Finally, the day I've been waiting for," A sort of relif in his tone, and then he slams the door, shut, behind him.
I sit there, confused, shocked and scared. It takes a while to realise what's going on.
I'm going to die. Yes. I'm going to die.
I didn't go along with the plan Josh told me; of how I need to threaten Sirois by telling him I'll kill Dylan he he doesn't do what I say.
But instead, I did nothing. And now I am going to die.
I'm starting to wonder what death might feel like. I mean...What is it like to die? How does it feel?
It's funny how a minute ago I was planning Sirois Mandeth's death, and now I'm looking forward to my own one.
I guess there is no worries of me dying. There wouldn't be any pain or worry. I'm just going to die.
No one will miss me. I mean, who do I have that I can call my own?
My mother is dead. My father is dead. My family is dead. My town is dead. My friends are dead. Nick is dead. Martha is dead.
Josh nearly died. My school is dead...wait..my school? How can I forget? I killed everyone in my school as well, didn't I?
No, wait. I couldn't have. I had put the bomb in the basement, but I don't think anyone bothered to activate it. Nick died, so I think Brett never gave Nick a chance to blow Brett's school friends up into bits and pieces.
"I'll think of a way to get you out," Someone whispers into my ear. I turn around to find that someone to be Dylan.
He is standing there; still looking gorgeous and deadly as ever.
I shake my head. "No, I rather die," He thinks I'm being sarcastic and starts to laugh; but soon realises I'm not joking.
"Unknown, don't think like that," He pauses and then takes a seat on the chair opposite me.
I look around and see that Brett is gone. "Where did he go?" I murmur under my breath.
"Unknown, listen to me," I nod my head at whatever Dylan says and look around the room for Brett. He must be up to something. "Unknown look at me, and listen,"
I meet my gaze with Dylan for a second before getting up and walking to the door, with the handcuffs, locked securely around my wrists. I carefully pick the locks open; this is something Nick had told me how to do, and in combat practises, it was essential you knew this trick.
And then I turn around to look at Dylan. "I have to go, I think your brother is up to something,"
Dylan gets up and follows me, quietly, as if understanding me. "He only went to see what the workers are doing,"
I nod my head and then keep walking until I get to the staff room, where the workers are probably working on some project, because the door is closed.
"May I help you?" Someone asks from behind me and Dylan. I turn around immediately to see Josh standing there.
A smile comes to my face, and takes over me as I see him. "Josh," I laugh and run into his arms. For a second, from the corner of my eye, I swear I saw Dylan flinch a little.
I remember that Josh is not meant to remember me, but it seems as if Dylan knows about everything that is going on; because Josh gives Dylan a nod, and Dylan replies back with a smile.
I pull away from Josh's warm embrace. "What did he say?" Is the first thing he asks me.
I frown. "He was talking about my mother, and then he told me about how he 'dated' her," Just the thought of Sirois and my mother makes me wanna puke.
Josh laughs and then looks at Dylan, before turning back to me. "And what about the plan?" He looks at me, hopeful.
I shake my head and let out a sigh. "The plan was a fail," The words don't hurt as they come out.
"She thinks she is going to die," Dylan says from his quiet space in the corner. We both face to look at him.
Josh raises his eyebrow. "Erm...okay..?" He wants to laugh, because he doesn't even know what happened back in that room. And then he turns to face me with worriness in his yellow cat eyes. "What is Dylan saying?" His voice is somewhat quiet as he talks.
"It's true," I whisper. "I'm going to die,"
"And how we all know it's going to be true," Someone shouts from behind. But I can say the person is a man or maybe a boy.
The person is faint and blurry; and I can't make them out, as they stand in the dark shadow. I think the person is holding a gun or something? No...It can't be..
"Who and what?" Josh whispers, in confusion.
"And her life might as well end here, right in this place, right now," And then he pulls the trigger.
Sorry about my delays in writing new chapters; I did terrible in my English exam (oh the irony); but thanks to my friend Enna ( :D ), she justified the matter, and said it was only because a really cr*ap teacher marked it.