Dwayne glanced at them from the corner of the wall, and blowing a few stray auburn hairs from his face, he said, "All our questions will be answered when the guards come back, but for the time being, we wait…. If we get to noisy and annoy anyone that's around, who knows what will happen!"
“If they wanted to get us out of the way, we would have been told to leave. They wouldn’t have just locked us in here,” Thatcher responded, walking over to where the door was.
William laughed bitterly. "You really think they'll do that?" He shook his head. "People aren't like that. If they want us dead, they'll make it painful, and get uses out of it. They're making us terrified before they end it all for us."
Thatcher’s jaw clenched as he tested the weight of the door, thinking that maybe it would be partly broken like the rest of the building, but it didn’t budge one bit. “William is right, things will get bad if we stay here.”
Danni sits with her back against the wall, she listens to the boys on the other side of the wall.
The little girl slumped back down after realizing the boys wouldn’t be answering. “Do you know where Leelah is?” She whispered to Danni.
"Lets stop thinking about how they are going to kill us and lets start thinking on how we are going to get out of here…. And if not that, lets enjoy the time we have left before the guards come." Sighing, Dwayne leaned back on the wall.
"My dad's gonna think I ran away." William said suddenly, looking up at the door. "He's gonna think I left, that I abandoned him and my brother-" he stopped, and looked back down. "He's not going to care."
"He's going to care if he thinks you ran away." Dwayne muttered as he looked up at the boy, "If he loves you, he'll come looking for you."
“Hopefully someone comes looking,” Thatcher commented, now leaning tensely against a wall.
He shook his head, trying the rid the unwanted thoughts from his head, "Where did they bring Charlotte?"
“No clue. Is she with the other girls?” Thatcher suggested, arms crossed across his chest.
"I saw them drag her away…" He sighed, folding his arms, "But where? What will they do with her?"
Charlotte woke up abruptly and let out a shriek. In front of her, the group was being tortured, brutally. Thatcher, despite his usual brooding exterior, was now begging for mercy for his comrades, and…. Charlie flinched away. A face loomed in front of her, saying, This is your fault. This is all your fault. You could have saved them…
The vision faded, and a man blanketed in shadows said, “Good. It has begun.”
//omg
(Woah i tried so hard is it good)
(Dangggg that’s wild)
(Thanks.. i think…. :)
(Lmao, that was me saying good job)
//sTEAL THE BODY
like this is all psychological torture but none of it’s real
So to convince her it’s all real
They bring in leelah’s body to like touch and realize this is real and stuff
(Lol ok thanks)
(Exactly. And then she’s a weapon)
(I’ll be on and off today)
(Ok. After this ill be on 10 am ish to 11:30 ish but then off til tomorrow)
//i’ll hopefully be on a little from 10- 11:30 and then from 12-1:20
(Ill have to go around 3:00)
(Ok. Me too, so :)
"Well…" Dwayne muttered, looking at the others, "Want to play a game? Just to pass the time?"
The darkness pressed in on Charlotte’s eyes, drowning her in a sense of hopelessness and loss. She whimpered slightly, but said defiantly to the shadows, “That wasn’t real. It wasn’t.” A voice, it’s origin cloaked in darkness, chuckled. “Was it, though?” A cold, still hand was pressed upon Charlie’s knee. Her breath hitched in her throat as she realized who it was. “Leelah,” she choked out. A pinch on Charlie’s neck, and her world dissolved.
Sighing deeply, Dwayne paced back and forth, there was nothing to do, nothing to see, and no where to use the loo. "Did anyone bring food?" he asked.
(Nice rhymes :)