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Playing the Part of the Hostage part 6
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 Created on 1-14-08
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It was the boys. Lan stepped in first, being led by a group of four big strong looking guys. After him came Greg and Jordan. Lan looked completely fearless at first glance, but I knew better. His lips were tightened in such a way that made creases in the corners of his mouth.
I leaned forward putting my hands on the pew in front of me. I hoped to catch his attention. He didn’t notice me at first. I wanted so badly to cry out but I figured that Mr. Master Sir up on his stage wouldn’t like that so well. I kept quiet but became increasingly fidgety.
He was a few feet away from the pew where I sat when he saw me. Our eyes locked and somehow things felt a little better. As he passed he nodded at me, saying that everything was going to be all right. Which is funny cause I knew it made no difference, but I still felt better anyway.
Somewhat more relaxed I leaned back in my seat only to see that the boy’s hands were bound in front of them. I saw also that every one of the boys had bruises and scratches on their faces and arms. They had put up a fight, that much was obvious.
Also, they too had to suffer the unique wardrobe choices like us girls, but they wore instead of white, black. They had on sturdy looking black pants, a black long sleeved shirt, and a black belt, matched with a pair of black boots. Now that’s style.
The boys marched up to the stage looking grim and weathered. From where we girls sat it was hard to see them in the dim candlelight. Up on stage Mr. Master-sir stood tall and proud. The smirk on his face was so irritating and frightening. I honestly couldn’t believe that I had only moments ago stood up to him. This man was the reason why we were here. He was the mastermind behind our whole situation. If I was ever going to find a way out for us, I would have to pay attention to everything and learn all I can about this place and the man who brought us here.
The boys stood arranged on the stage steps as we had. Lan, Jordan and Greg stood firmly and refused to look anyone in the eye. I tried to sit up as high as possible so that I could see over the sea of heads all taller than me. The others girls were doing the same. Mr. Master Sir approached the boys but they only glared at him as he began his little speech.
“ Welcome my American gentleman!” The crowed seemed to lean foreword in interest, like they were waiting for either master or the boys to do something. I also noticed that a few other people in the crowed kept glancing back at me.
“ You have been chosen from your country to be here. From now on you shall be apart of the family we have here.” He said. “ I will ask that you to follow the rules for the safety of yourself and for everyone else around you.”
The intensity between the boys and Master grew, it seems that this threat was not new to them at all. “ You will serve me whole heartedly and will be obedient to the rules laid out before you. For our cause is of noble worth and will be the foundation of events that will change the world. You will eat, sleep, work, and live here with all these brothers and sisters sitting here before you.”
The boys glanced at each other and Lan looked as if her were about to speak. His eyes met the “Master’s” and I suddenly saw Lan repress his words. Lan was scared. I had never seen him scared before in my life.I fell back down into the pew, as Mr. Master-Sir threw a sprinkle of water onto the boys. None of them flinched. I wished then that I was as tough as they were.
“ You may go and find your place in this new life.”
The boys were took from the stage and led back down the center aisle. I expected them to set in the empty pew across from us but they did not. I watched with helpless worried eyes as they were led immediately out the door. I wanted so badly to talk to them. I wanted to be with Lan. I had no idea if I would see them again. I felt sick and helpless. For the first time since being there I began to cry. Amy put her arms around me. I lost all attention to what was going on up on stage. I cried into Amy’s shoulder, but suddenly I heard the rustle of many feet. I looked up through my tears. All the Women were leaving. The men sat patiently in their pews as a congested line of women of all ethnicities moved crammed together murmuring as they went. Our pew stay seated. I pulled away from Amy assuring her I was alright.
Then out of nowhere a women fell out of the crush of people right onto my lap. She was a tanned, sun bleached haired women not much older than I. “ Sorry,” She said with an obvious Australian accent. I felt her hand press something into mine. She got up and made her way out of the Sanctuary. I was surprised that Lark and the big man who watched us did nothing.
She had given me a slip of paper. I tucked it out of sight. She had gone out of her way to give it to me, so I knew it was important. After the sanctuary had emptied, Lark stood and the bog man left his post. I discreetly managed to put the slip of paper down my shirt. I hoped that it was not visible. Cause I had a feeling that Mr. Master-Sir did not appreciate people passing notes without his knowing.
Speaking of Mr. Master-Sir, he was still in the sanctuary, along with a young looking man who sat in the front pew facing away from us. Master-Sir was staring at me, but I obviously ignored him purely out of spite.
“ Anna Winters!” Yelled Master-Sir. “ Come here!”I froze. “ The others can wait outside the doors.”
Crap. I stepped past Lark and glanced back giving the girls a reassuring look. I didn’t want go up to him alone, but what choice did I have? Being brave really sucks.
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Please Login to post comments| On March 17th 2008 KibaFanatic Said : | |
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I like it so far |
| On January 21st 2008 onaipwolf Said : | |
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Interesting. Let me know how it goes. ;) |
| On January 16th 2008 PunkRockNerdxX Said : | |
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Please keep me posted. This is very interesting! |
