How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Wed Jan 01, 2014 2:45 pm

Happy New Years!

“Hey, hey Lucy!” I turned, watching Jen race up to me. School had just ended, and I was bone tired. I just wanted to get back to my dorm, and hit the beds. Unfortunately, my cousin seemed to follow me around like an itch. She looked surprisingly good in the uniform (white polo, blue or white or gray sweater, plaid skirt) , her shoulder length waving in front of her face.

“What is it?” I said, sighing, wondering what gossip she had heard this time.

“Have you heard?” She said excitedly. “Hannah Son just went missing!”

I raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have to be so happy about it. Isn't that supposed to be a bad thing?”

“I know, but it’s the third girl to go missing!” she said. “Maybe this place will shut down!”

“I hope so.” This place was an absolute dump. On top of feeding us garbage for lunch, we had to deal with crabby teachers, a nosy headmistress, and tons of other girls who hated us and each other. Other than that, fun place. Of course there were lots of nice girls too. I had known Hannah (sort of), and she was a nice person. I bit my lip, wondering where she went.

“What do you think happened to her?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Jen said, rummaging through her pack. “Seriously, cuz, what do you think’s going on here?”

“Maybe it’s some joke,” I suggested. “It’s not like the adults care, though. I bet they’re glad that some of their students went missing. It’s not like they’ll notice. I bet Ms. Sanders doesn't even know my name.”

“Are you serious?”

“No.”

“Lucy!” Jen crossed her arms, but I could see a smile tugging at her mouth.

“Sorry, sorry,” I looked around. People were talking amongst themselves, no doubt about the recent disappearance. Third one, all in a month. What was going on here? If it wasn't’t safe here, was it safe anywhere? Then again, “here” wasn't exactly a bank vault. It was really as good as anywhere, now that you thought about it. An all-girls school, in the middle of nowhere, where parents who aren't exactly good with money sent their kids to suffer. Just great.

“Are Hannah’s parents worried?” I asked.

“You think I know all the answers?” Jen huffed, her black hair falling over her eyes. “I don’t think they know. I heard that the school covered it up or something; don’t want them to know until they've solved things out over here.”

“That’s crazy, but I’m grateful. I wouldn't really want the police lounging around here all the time. It would be way creepy.”

“Yeah, it would. Got some time afterwards?”

“I got homework to do.”

“Really? Can’t you skip out?”

“Just because you slack off doesn't mean I have to follow your example.”

“Aah, come on! Do it later!”

“See you later.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Wed Jan 01, 2014 5:22 pm

Dear Mom,


Sorry I haven’t written in a while. Jen’s being a pest, but still, living with her so long seems to make me used to it. Things are pretty hectic up here. All sorts of crazy stuff. I hope you are feeling better. The hospital must be getting pretty familiar, not that that’s any good. I wish we could see you, but this school won’t let us go anywhere. Things are a little strange down here. I don’t want to mention more, don’t want to get you worried, but I’m sure we’ll be alright. Get better soon,

Love, Lucy


I put my letter into an envelope and tightly sealed it, sighing. I looked out the window, seeing the crescent moon already high up among the starry night. It was late, much too late to send the letter. But if I didn’t send it, I would have to wait another week. The mail was always put into a pile every week, and was delivered on mail day. Tomorrow morning. Early in the morning, too early for me to make it. How was I going to get this letter in, when curfew was already past?

I could sneak around, which would be so easy. Not. I had heard there were all sorts of punishments for stuff like that. Kitchen duty, detention, sleeping in a tent outside for a night, all sorts of bad stuff. Not something that I really wanted to do. But the letter…… That was important too. I had to send it.

Maybe I could bribe Jen to do it for me. Of course, if Jen was caught, that would be swell.

I changed into my jammies, light blue with ice cream on it. It was a birthday present from Jen, ridiculous, but I liked them. I was surprised that Jen actually had the money to get me something, so it was nice.

I grabbed my letter and walked out into the halls. The floor was ice cold onto my bare feet, and I shivered. I stepped lightly, as making sound with anybody close would be not only stupid but disastrous.

I traveled all the way to the mail room and inched myself in. I resisted the temptation to turn on the lights, instead turning on the small lamp. I found the pile of paper where other girls had left letters to parents, friends, and relatives. I added mine to the pile and started to tip-toe out of there.

I was just about to congratulate myself when I heard voices, whispers down the hallways. But it didn’t sound like a teacher. It sounded younger, like students.

I ducked under a desk. A trio of slightly older-looking girls were walking by. At least, two of them were. The third was more my age. It was hard to tell, with it being so dark, but I didn’t recognize any of them. Still, I could barely see them. They looked like they were in a hurry. They surely didn’t look like they were delivering mail.

“They’ll never know we did it,” one girl assured her. They had stopped. Now, I don’t like eavesdropping. I’m not a real nosy person, okay? But seriously, they were just THERE. Plus, curiosity got the better of me. What would you have done?

“You sure?” Another one asked. “We could go back to make sure.”

“No,” The first one said. “What if they looked already? We can’t blow this. The others will definitely respond now.”

“It’s a good thing we looked through Hannah’s stuff,” The last one muttered. I knew that voice. It was Abigail, or Abby. I knew her. She was my friend, sort of. I guess I had a lot of sort-of friends. But I knew her, and hearing about her disappearance concerned me. “I hated making the mess though. Everything looked so nice.

“Save it. It’s already bad we couldn’t find what we were looking for,” The second voice grumbled. “But we did find some useful stuff. She really was in on it, as I thought.”

“I was the one who suspected. We’ll talk about this later,” The first girl muttered. “Let’s just get back to bed. I don’t know about you guys, but after what I just did, sleep is the only thing I could want.”

I decided that this was a good time to turn off the lamp. If they left, I could leave. Still, Abby had been poking through Hannah’s stuff. It wasn’t right. You don’t just do that, especially if they were missing in action. But what if they knew something about that? Those simple reasons were enough to make me wonder about what they were up to. I switched off the lamp.

“What?” Abby said in a whispered surprise. “Somebody!” They must have seen the light turn off. Now I was definitely busted. I silently cursed myself for doing such a stupid move.

“We have to get back,” The first voice urged. “Meet me at my dorm.” I heard them run off. Well, not what I expected. Still, it worked. I walked out into the dark hall, watching their figures slide away. Guess they were just as afraid of curfew as I was. Naturally.

Well, whatever. They were definitely up to no good, but all I wanted to do was send my letter. That was there problem. I was going to bed, and apparently so were they. I started walking until my foot hit something.

It was a key. It was long and silver, like a mailbox key. At least, I think it was silver. Hard to tell with it being so dark. I blinked. Did they leave it here on purpose, or by mistake? Or maybe it was the janitor’s, who left it here by accident. I picked it up, the metal was warm. It was theirs; they must have dropped it or something when I scared them off. Oops. Worked for me.

I considered giving it back to them, and then quickly discarded the thought. First of all, they would know it was me. Second, these three girls weren’t up to too much good. They had been looking through Hannah’s stuff. Worse, what if they did something to her? Hannah was missing, after all. I knew Abby was an okay person, but who knew about the other two girls? They could be anyone. That is, anyone around that age.

I scooped up the key and jogged over, suddenly this was turning into some sort of adventure. Which was perfect, seeing how I didn’t really like that kind of stuff. But I had to see what they did to Hannah’s room.

I had been there once before, where I had helped Hannah with her math homework. That was probably one of the first times I actually got to talk with her. She had her own room, which was lucky, but not strange. A few girls got their own rooms, purely by randomization. At least, that’s what they told us.

I opened Hannah’s room. My heart clenched. It was a wreck scene. I had remembered Hannah as a neat and orderly person. When I was there, her stuff was all in piles. Her clothes hanging in the closet. Her pens color-coded. Her books stacked neatly in the small bookcase. Now everything was strewn around like Hurricane Katrina decided to pay a visit. Hannah’s possessions were lying everywhere, her clothes were dumped on the floor, ripped pages from books fluttered half-heartedly to the ground. I gritted my teeth, knowing that it was those three who had done this. They were looking for something.

What could it be? What could be so important as to completely mess up someone’s room? I looked around, but I doubted I could find something that those three had to trash the entire place to get it. I probably could look all night and never find it.

I looked around, trying to find something, when my toe caught on the flooring. I looked to see it caught a little bit. It was sleek oiled wooden boards, but one was edged up a little bit. I pulled on it, and it bent, letting me see the little box on the inside. Bingo.

I wondered why they hadn’t found it. I had been looking for about three seconds and found it easy. It must’ve been because I was bare foot. They couldn’t feel around like I could, if they were wearing socks or shoes.

The little box had a keyhole, and it was obvious on where the key was. I knew that this was super private, but I got out the key inserted it into the keyhole. Call me nosy and a hypocrite, but this was getting me curious. What could be so important? The key turned perfectly. I put my hand on the lid.

Until I heard the voices.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby hujikelmop » Thu Jan 02, 2014 3:15 am

This is really intriguing so far, great start

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Thu Jan 02, 2014 1:42 pm

I quickly stuffed the box back under the floorboard and stuffed the key into my pocket. I could hear the voices of the three girls. What were they doing back here? I thought they didn’t want to come back!

Panic welled in my chest as I looked for somewhere to hide. Under the bed looked like a good place. It was perfectly classic. Always worked.

I was about to make a beeline to the lowermost portion of the bed when the door flung open. I froze in horror.

“Lucy?” I heard Abigail gasp. “You’re one of them?”

“Uhh, what?” Probably not the smartest reply, but I was too scared out of my mind. My heart was racing at about four hundred beats per minute.

Her friends didn’t waste any time with words. They were bigger than me, and raced forward, grabbing my arms. I was so startled; the feeling of their cold hands on me was weird. It was like when someone tickles you. It doesn’t feel right, someone else touching you skin to skin like that. Same way. I didn’t want their hands on me, so I tried to throw them off.

They were strong, and suddenly I had my hands pinned behind my back. I tried to scream, but a hand was clenched over my mouth and my voice was immediately muffled.

“Lucy,” Abby said coldly, a voice that I had never heard her use. “You’re part of all this? No offense, but I didn’t think you had the guts.”

I blinked. It took me more than a few seconds to realize that she had just insulted me. I wasn’t sure what to think. What was this all about?

“I told you they would send someone to check it out!” Girl number one said. “She must’ve been spying on us this entire time!” Now, I was starting to get seriously confused. There was something that I had no idea what was going on, but I could tell it wasn’t good.

“Don’t scream out,” Girl number two growled. “Or you’ll be sorry.”

I nodded. If anything, I was even more scared now. I could hear it in their voices. They were dead serious about this. She unclenched her hand from my mouth and I gulped.

“Who is she?” Girl number one asked Abby.

“I’m Lucy,” I said, suddenly feeling a bit braver than a minute ago. I didn’t know what they were talking about, but suddenly I wanted to prove Abby wrong. “Who are all of you?”

“Shut up,” Girl number two said harshly. “What are you doing here?”

“Hannah is my friend,” I said, which wasn’t a total lie. She WAS my friend. I think. “I was just checking on her stuff, wondering where she was.”

“You kidding? This late? Don’t make me laugh.” Girl number two sneered. I was seriously not liking her.

My mind raced for an excuse. “What do you think I was doing?”

“You were spying on us, weren’t you?”

“Why would I want to follow you?” I said bravely. What were they doing? They couldn’t do this to me. This was against the law. Physical assault or something. “Get your hands off me.”

“Not likely,” Girl number one growled. “Where’s the tape?” Abby handed her a role of tape.

Fear started climbing back up into my chest. “What are you doing?”

“If you’re so smart, then you should figure it out,” Girl number two said with a smile. The first girl went behind me, with the second holding my wrists. I realized they were about to tie me up. I fought with them, but her grip was like iron. I opened my mouth to scream, but Abby stuffed something into my mouth and my voice was caught in my throat. She held her hand over my lips so I couldn’t spit one of Hannah’s socks out.

“Sorry about this, Lucy,” She said with a look of something like malice. The tape started wrapping around my wrists; I could feel the sticky bands on my skin. They wrapped around and around, a new layer pressing again and again. At first I knew that I could escape, but as she wrapped more and more, I began to have second thoughts. She wrapped it at least eight times, and when I pulled at the tape, it held firm, tightly.
The girl started to rip off pieces of tape, and then sealed them over my cheeks in an X-like fashion. She smoothed her hands all over my face, pressing them down and making me feel uncomfortable. She did this six times, making a real big X all across my cheeks.

Next were my ankles. They pulled my pajamas up, so they would tape the skin directly. Jerks, I knew this would hurt coming off. I couldn’t believe Abigail was being so mean. Why they were being so mean. My fear was slowly turning into anger. Each time they wound the tape roll it made more and more mad. But soon my ankles were firmly fused together, and no matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t do a thing.

My knees were next, but they spent less time, only wrapping it five times. Still, it was more than enough to keep my legs out of the question. They went on to my upper body, making sure I couldn’t move my arms. They taped above my shoulders, wrapping around and around, right above my boobs. The tape tightened and strengthened, but my arms were really stuck until they taped around my belly, taping my arms until they were directly stuck to my back.

Finally, the girl pushed me and I was lying on my side, trussed up utterly and completely. I screamed into my gag, but it might as well have been a whisper, for the tape and socks suppressed the muffled yell.

“Now, where’s the key?” One said, rummaging through my pockets. I realized that that’s what they were looking for. They thought they had forgotten the key back here. That’s why they came back. Lucky me. Now I was taped up like a birthday present. She found it in my pocket and took it.

“Sweet dreams,” One of the girls said. Abigail gave me one last look of pity, and the three girls left.

Now I was suddenly realizing that this was a seriously bad situation. Somebody would find me, and it would be the most embarrassing thing ever. Or maybe they wouldn’t. Nobody would have a reason for visiting Hannah’s room. The girl was missing! It wasn’t like I could tell anyone I was in here. The gag would completely silence me. I had to get out by myself.

I wrenched at the tape, twisting my wrists, but there were too many layers. The tape didn’t let, but I didn’t stop. I thrashed around, straining at the bonds, but I could barely move my body. There was too much tape. I tried to spit the gag out, move my cheeks, but each piece of tape was held by another, and the sock wasn’t getting out by itself.

I couldn’t stop. I pulled and pulled, straining my muscles to the extent. I fought against the tape, but it was like trying to push a brick wall. I might as well try to break handcuffs.

There was no way I was getting free on my own. Someone was going to have to save me. Despair started welling up and I felt tears coming to my eyes. How did this happen? What did I even do?
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Sealherlips » Thu Jan 02, 2014 3:04 pm

More please!

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Fri Jan 03, 2014 4:17 pm

“Lucy!” My eyes jarred open, and I squinted to see Jen. My heart leaped in both relief and embarrassment. I instantly felt the tape around me, the sticky restrictive bands, and I remembered the horrible events of last night.

I was ridiculously sore from lying in the same position for so long. I wriggled in my bindings a little bit and mmphed.

Jen was silent, perhaps in shock. She looked for some scissors in Hannah’s trashed room, and found some under a pillow. She started cutting away at the tape, my arms and wrists first. I felt the tension break as the tape was loosened, allowing my muscles to move again. It was a relief, getting out of that.

I left the cut tape on my wrists, knowing that I would have time to take them off later. I carefully started peeling the multiple layers off my face, and my eyes squinted in the pain. It stung like crazy; I could feel each millimeter sliding off my face, the adhesive sticking.

“What the heck happened to you?” Jen said, concern in her voice, which wasn’t much like her, but I supposed this wasn’t normal circumstances.

“I don’t think you would believe me.” I muttered, cursing as I wrenched the final piece of tape off my mouth and spit Hannah’s sock out. Six strips. Why did they have to put so many on me?

“What?”

“I said,” I repeated impatiently. “That my story isn’t very believable. Don’t make me repeat what I already said.”

Jen crossed her arms. “Try me.” A determined look on her face that I wasn’t used to stared straight into my eyes. It was more like a challenge. I realized that she really was my cousin, practically a sister. She would believe me.

“You just got taped up like a mummy, Lucy, this isn’t much of a joke,” she said. “What happened to you?”

“I was sending a letter to mom,” I said truthfully. “Then I followed some girls and they taped me up.” Which was totally true, though if I elaborated it might sound even less believable.

“Okaaay,” Jen said, rolling her eyes. That was the cousin I was used to. “More details, please?”

“See? You didn’t believe me!”

“Oh, I believe you. You’re just not telling me everything.”

I started peeling the tape off of my wrists, wincing. “Okay, okay. I’ll tell you.” I started at the top, telling her about how I snuck out, how I had heard Abby. My voice got shaky when I described how they tied me up. Did that really happen? It sounded absolutely ridiculous coming out of my own mouth. But Jen was a good listener. Just one look at her face, and I could tell she was completely convinced. I realized that when she wasn’t completely annoying, she was the best cousin you could ask for.

“Anyhow,” I finished. “It was just a misunderstanding. We should just leave them alone.”

“What!” She exclaimed. Here we go. Caught up in things as usual. “That should have been a crime! Well, probably, maybe there’s not an exact law against it. Still, that’s not right! We should tell someone! Actually, no, we should pound ‘em! I need to find a baseball bat.”

“Jen, two of the girls were like six feet tall and like twice as heavy as us. You’d need a wrecking ball to beat them up!”

“They just kidnapped Hannah! Now THAT has to be against the law.”

“Uh, nooo.” I finally ripped the last piece of tape off of my wrist. “They just trashed her room. Which is detestable, but probably not against the law. Besides, no one will believe us if we tell them.” I was starting to feel like my usual self again. “We can’t just point fingers at Abby.”

“Why not?” Jen said. “I would.”

“Because it’s too ridiculous.” I was getting tired of trying to convince her out of this. When would she drop it? “Do you know what this sounds like? Three teenagers went on a kidnapping spree and tied another one up. Yeah, everyone’s going to take us real seriously. We should just get out of Abby and her big friends way. How did you even know to come here anyways?”

“Oh,” Jen blushed, and I could tell she was hiding something. “No reason.”

“What time is it?” I asked. “Has class started yet?”

“Soon,” Jen said wistfully. “Maybe we could skip.”

“In your dreams,” I grabbed her wrist and hauled her up. “I need to get changed.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Sat Jan 04, 2014 3:41 pm

Jay, as a girl-detective connoisseur myself, I am very much enjoying the tale. There's some doubt going on as to the nature of the kidnappings, or even if they even are kidnappings, which is sure to get our heroine Lucy into some serious peril before this tale is over! At least I hope... :big:
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Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Sun Jan 05, 2014 12:44 am

Thank you for all the support!


Even though it was crazy, as I went through the day, I had an urge to do something. I saw Abigail and her two burly friends talking. They wore strange variations of the school uniform, dark red. Odd. They glared at me as I walked by, as if I had a lot of nerve to get out by myself.

They were obviously up to no good. But it was also completely obvious that they were in something that I had no idea about. All I knew was that they knew something about Hannah, who was still reportedly missing. They were looking for that box, which probably meant Hannah was involved somehow, which was probably the reason she disappeared. Then there was me, who got caught up in everything for no good reason, other than being a little nosy.

Apparently, someone had found out about Hannah’s room, because no one was allowed to come twenty feet near her it. Figured. I had left the little box unlocked, but now I was dying to see what was in it. Bad news was that I knew that Abigail and her friends would want to get in too.

I shook my head. I was starting to think like Jen, wanting to get into everything and anything. I would just walk along. I didn’t need to go up with all this disappearance business.

“Hey, Lucy!” I turned, once again, to see Jen running up to me.

“Did you see the tape around Hannah’s room?” She said, nearly dropping her books as she stopped next to me.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Typical, huh?”

“It’s a shame we couldn’t go back,” She said sadly. I had neglected to tell her about the box under the floorboard. I knew that would just excite her even more, and that was the last thing I wanted. She was already pumped up enough. No need to add fuel to the flames.
I stretched, yawning. I had lost a lot of sleep last night, struggling in the tape. Now that the event was over, thinking about it was unsettling. I really was bound against my will, like in a movie. I didn’t really want to think about it.

I looked ahead to see a group lining up to get into a room. There were at least ten girls, eagerly waiting, even though the line didn’t even seem to be moving. I could see Lexie at the front. She was a girl the same age as us; she had short blond hair and her signature black headband. She was eyeing the crowd, supervising. Lexie was one of the nicest people I knew, so I suspected she was helping out with whatever this was. The weird thing was that her uniform was different than the rest of ours. It was like Abigail and her friends, a dark red.

“What is that?” I asked Jen.

“That?” She snorted. “It’s some sort of test or something, and if you score high, you’re supposed to get some prize, or prizes. But it takes forever. The lines just get longer and longer. People have to wait like fifteen minutes for one person to move.” She pointed, and the line had increased to twelve. It would have gone to more than fourteen, but some of the waiters got bored and left the line.

I almost mentioned the red uniforms, but I held my tongue. “Want to try it?”

“And waste more than an hour?” Jen yawned. “I’d rather take a nap. Or look into this weird Hannah disappearance.”

I smiled. “What are you, a detective?”

“Don’t put me into that lot. Looking out for people is better than doing homework.” She tapped my shoulder. “Hey, look.”

I turned to see Abigail and her friends get instant clearance through the room where you took the test. It might have been my imagination, but I saw them glare at Lexie as they walked pass, but Lexie let them through, completely cutting through the rest of the line.

“Weird uniforms, eh?” Jen said. “Think it has anything in relation?”

“You’re jumping to conclusions,” I said, even though it was pretty weird. Abigail and her two jerks just happened to wear red? “It’s just clothes. They probably just got some teacher to approve of them or something.”

“I wonder which teacher,” Jen said wistfully. “This uniform sucks. I would love to wear the red.”

“You know, when you mentioned a nap,” I said carefully, “that sounded pretty good. I could crash right now.”

Jen cracked a smile. “Not going to do homework?”

“I could barely sleep last night. I need to catch up.”

“Whatever.”

“What about you?”

Jen raised an eyebrow. “Actually, I think I’ll wait in line a bit.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Sun Jan 05, 2014 8:17 am

Jay Candice wrote:Happy New Years!

“Hey, hey Lucy!” I turned, watching Jen race up to me. School had just ended, and I was bone tired. I just wanted to get back to my dorm, and hit the beds. Unfortunately, my cousin seemed to follow me around like an itch. She looked surprisingly good in the uniform (white polo, blue or white or gray sweater, plaid skirt) , her shoulder length waving in front of her face.

“What is it?” I said, sighing, wondering what gossip she had heard this time.

“Have you heard?” She said excitedly. “Hannah Son just went missing!”

I raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have to be so happy about it. Isn't that supposed to be a bad thing?”

“I know, but it’s the third girl to go missing!” she said. “Maybe this place will shut down!”

“I hope so.” This place was an absolute dump. On top of feeding us garbage for lunch, we had to deal with crabby teachers, a nosy headmistress, and tons of other girls who hated us and each other. Other than that, fun place. Of course there were lots of nice girls too. I had known Hannah (sort of), and she was a nice person. I bit my lip, wondering where she went.

“What do you think happened to her?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Jen said, rummaging through her pack. “Seriously, cuz, what do you think’s going on here?”

“Maybe it’s some joke,” I suggested. “It’s not like the adults care, though. I bet they’re glad that some of their students went missing. It’s not like they’ll notice. I bet Ms. Sanders doesn't even know my name.”

“Are you serious?”

“No.”

“Lucy!” Jen crossed her arms, but I could see a smile tugging at her mouth.

“Sorry, sorry,” I looked around. People were talking amongst themselves, no doubt about the recent disappearance. Third one, all in a month. What was going on here? If it wasn't’t safe here, was it safe anywhere? Then again, “here” wasn't exactly a bank vault. It was really as good as anywhere, now that you thought about it. An all-girls school, in the middle of nowhere, where parents who aren't exactly good with money sent their kids to suffer. Just great.

“Are Hannah’s parents worried?” I asked.

“You think I know all the answers?” Jen huffed, her black hair falling over her eyes. “I don’t think they know. I heard that the school covered it up or something; don’t want them to know until they've solved things out over here.”

“That’s crazy, but I’m grateful. I wouldn't really want the police lounging around here all the time. It would be way creepy.”

“Yeah, it would. Got some time afterwards?”

“I got homework to do.”

“Really? Can’t you skip out?”

“Just because you slack off doesn't mean I have to follow your example.”

“Aah, come on! Do it later!”

“See you later.”



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Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Sun Jan 05, 2014 9:42 am

Red uniforms. Secret society, perhaps? That would surely put Hannah's disappearance in a new light... :worried:
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Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Mon Jan 06, 2014 2:19 am

Lucy and Jen are the two main characters, thus, the point of view will switch depending on the focus. Besides, I think it's more fun to have two different personalities tell the story. While Lucy is refined, Jen is more outspoken and verbal. It's a contrast that I think helps the writing.



I hate waiting. It really sucks. I liked to do things fast. What did the doctors call it? Minor DAD? No, ADHD. That meant I couldn’t sit still, at least in a minor way. Which meant right now, I was super impatient. Whatever prize it was, it had better be pretty good because I could send a postcard to Lucy’s mom by the time I got through this dumb line.

I admit my real reasons were not really to do whatever tests they had. I hated tests too, but more on that later. The real reason was I wanted to follow those red-uniformed girls, minus Lexie. Lexie was fine, but maybe not, seeing as how she actually wore the new clothes.

Lucy didn’t think I would notice the red clothes, but that was her. Underestimating me again. But seriously, I couldn’t see how she could just take this lying down. She was just going to let those retards tape her up like a package to FedEx and walk away like it’s nothing. No. If she wasn’t going to do something about that, then I would. Nobody messed with my cousin. Nobody.

But, I was starting to realize, that waiting in a useless line behind a dozen other girls was not helping me get revenge on my cousin’s captors. Or ex-captors. In fact, it was downright boring. See, I don’t really do lines. I remember as a kid, I would want to go on this awesome roller coaster, but the lines were so damn long I would always give up halfway through. But every time I went to that amusement park I would try again and after waiting for like half an hour, I would give up.

Thing was, if anything, this line was even slower. The good news was, apparently, my fellow schoolmates were even more impatient than me without ADHD. In ten minutes, I was already tenth in line.

The bad news was I still had ADHD. I was ready to bolt from that line and crash with Lucy, when Lexie left her post and was replaced with another girl in a red uniform, an Asian girl that was maybe the same age as me, or maybe a little bit older.

There was obviously some sort of red-uniform club. An idea started to form in my head. Maybe if you got a lot of prizes, you get into this red-uniform club. That was why they were running it! Still, waiting in line for hours didn’t seem like a fair exchange for a measly red uniform, even if it did look way better.

I looked out the window, seeing the completely awesome day outside. I was just waiting in line, doing nothing. Plus, there was something out there, someone that I needed to see….

I saw Lexie moving past. Time to shift gears. She had something to do with this, and I was about to find out.

I tailed the girl, following maybe a hallway behind. It was super easy, but it was nearly as boring as waiting in line. Lexie was what you would call a “star student”. Like a super star student. Most of those kinds of people would just get good grades without even trying. No, Lexie went beyond that. She seemed to go through all teachers, asking if she passed a test, or when the next one would be, or whatever, like a bundle of happy, perfect energy. It drove me absolutely crazy. Do something!

After talking to maybe her third teacher, she turned a hallway and I jogged a little bit, not wanting to lose her.

Maybe it was her break time or something, because she wasn’t doing anything important. Maybe the red uniforms were just a bonus from getting good grades. That would explain why Lexie was wearing some. Plus, they would only let good students run whatever test stuff they were doing. Probably.

I turned the corner and saw her there waiting, staring right at me.

I have to say, my heart probably stopped right there.

“Hey Jen!” She gave me that cute smile with her eyes closed, the kind that made people all warm and fuzzy inside. However, the fact remained that she had definitely noticed me following her. Probably. “Watcha doing?”

“I, uh,” I faltered, thinking fast. “I wanted to talk to you.”

She tilted her head. “About what?”

“Well, I was wondering if you could tell me about the big line that people are walking up,” I said quickly, maybe a little too quickly. But I was still proud of myself for thinking that out, especially on the spot.

Her face brightened. “Oh! Why didn’t you talk to me earlier?”

“I-I, well you seemed busy,” I admitted, which was true. She had shifted from place to place rather quickly.

“Well, it was nice of you to follow me all this time,” she said with a smile. “Since you waited all that time, I guess I could give you first access through that big line.”

I blinked. “Was she serious? To get past that boring old line, to directly do whatever they had in store, with no wait? Win-win. “Sure, that would be fine.”

We walked back to the gymnasium. Since I didn’t take Physical Education, I hadn’t been to the gym other than the rare occasion where we had those boring, three-hour long assemblies that never ended. But now, it was filled with a bunch of curtains. The curtains were making a grid, with each square maybe twenty by twenty feet. They were purple and velvet, and looked like they had taken a long time to set up.

There had been a desk placed in front of everything. A girl with red hair was looking over some sheets. She looked up.

“Name?” she said.

“You know me, I’m Lexie,” Lexie said. “C’mon you didn’t forget my name, did you?”

The girl looked exasperated. “Not you. The other one.”

Lexie flushed. “Oops. My bad.”

“Jennifer Blair,” I said.

“I see,” she said. She wrote something on her piece of paper, probably recording my name. “Cousin of Lucy Daranelle? Also attending this school, correct?”

“That’s right.”

The girl looked over to Lexie. “You’ll lead her through things, right? I don’t want to get up from this.”

Lexie laughed. “You’re so lazy. Yes, I’ll help Jen. Keep up the good work.”

“Just get her through with this. The line is already reforming.”

“Follow me, Jen,” Lexie said with a smile. She led me through all the velvety curtains, which had tons and tons of annoying twists in turns that I will not go into detail explaining. It was like she knew which ones were off limits, until after like ten turns, she finally got to the curtain-square that she wanted.

Inside, was nothing but a table full of rope and a few pieces of cloth. I had a funny feeling where this was going to end up.

“Okay!” Lexie said. “I’m going to tie you up! Your job here is to escape! Got it?”

“That’s pretty straightforward,” I replied. “What’s the point behind this exercise, may I ask?” Because, really, this wasn’t proving anything. What a waste of time.

“I have no idea,” Lexie said cheerfully. “C’mon, let’s get started!”

She was a little crazy. That was my verdict.

But whatever. I sat down on the ground next to the table and put my hands behind my back. Lexie didn’t waste any time crossing my wrists and tying them tightly together, the firm chord digging into my wrists.

“Ow, not so tight,” I complained. Geez, this girl wasn’t taking things easy.

“But then it will be easy for you to escape!” Lexie protested. She started tying my elbows together, using some more rope. She pushed my elbows as close as they would allow and firmly tied and cinched them together, trapping my arms. I wondered how I would be able to escape this; it definitely wouldn’t be a walk in the park. I tested my restraints, giving a few tugs, but the bindings were so snug that even if I strained for an hour I wouldn’t make any difference.

She had worked to my ankles, tying them just as tightly as my arms. Soon, my knees and thighs were cinched tight, and I couldn’t move except for this awful flailing motion that I could only do with my whole body. Finally, she bent my knees back to my wrists, and tied a rope connecting the two, hogtying me. Not only could I not move, but now I could barely even wriggle around. In other words, I was helpless.

Finally, Lexie bent down and produced a cloth. “I’m going to gag you now. You have to escape as fast as possible, and if you do, you win! Got it?”

“Win what?” Because, I had better get a new car or something out of this stunt.

“You’ll see! Open up!” I reluctantly opened my mouth to have the cloth prodded into my mouth and Lexie tied another cloth between my teeth and behind my head, cleave-gagging me. I was trussed and up and couldn’t make a sound.

Lexie got up, winked, and left the curtains, messing with her phone, probably setting a stopwatch on it.

Damn. What was I going to do?

I immediately struggled against my bonds, moving from side to side and straining at each coil, tensing my muscles against the ropes. My wrists were hurting like crazy, and every time I strained, I would accidentally pull my legs, giving my body this stupid flop that wasn’t exactly helping.

This was retarded. I wanted to curse out, but the cloth was preventing me from doing even that.

I wriggled around, but with my body hogtied, moving across the floor was a challenge unto itself. I wondered how much time it took the other girls to get out. Heck, I wondered if any of them had gotten out at all. The bindings were too tight; there was no way I could just muscle my way out of them.

I slumped, exhausted. I could feel sweat running down my brow, and my face felt pink. I couldn’t just brute force my way out of this. What would Lucy do?

Funny, she had been in a similar position for like eight hours. If I did what Lucy did, I would never get free.

If only I could find something sharp, then I would at least have something to try to do. But the only things around me were the table and a bunch of curtains, and I didn’t really think that I was allowed to get out of my curtain-square. This meant that I had to either find something on the table or somehow untie the knots. Finding something on the table, well, I would have to knock it down. Untying the knots? Unlikely. Lexie must have been some knot-tying expert. I tried reaching for the knots, but she had kept them tantalizingly out of reach, and there was no way I could reach my elbow bindings. I was still stuck.

Okay, gotta knock down the table. No problem.

But after a few minutes of nudging the table with my belly, it was becoming apparent that the table was NOT going to fall down. Great. Now what was I going to do?

All I had to do was think. In these kinds of situations, my brain had to be my best weapon. Which sucked, considering how I on my last math test you could count the number of questions I got right on the fingers of your hands. So using my brain was definitely going to end well.

Then I remembered something. I still had the key to my dorm. Lucy was always complaining when I couldn’t find my own key, but now I had one in my pocket. My CHEST pocket.

Why. Just why.

Okay, new mission objective: Get the key out of my pocket.

Why did I even put it there? There wasn’t anything convenient about that? How was I supposed to get it out? I started to rub my chest against the floor, trying to get it out, but the stupid key wasn’t moving. What did I have to do, breakdance?

I wiggled, writhed; I was practically dancing in my bonds. It must have looked like I had ice in my panties or something, from the way I moved. I shook myself until I was red in the face and sweating, but the stupid thing still wouldn’t fall out of my pocket. How much time had passed since Lexie had tied me up? At least ten minutes. This was impossible.

“Mmph,” I mumbled. I would give myself a few more minutes of rest, and then try again. A few more minutes. I chewed on my gag, trying to roll the cloth out of my mouth. It tasted disgusting, and was all soggy from being in my mouth for so long. I had to admit, it did a good job of shutting me up though, and I couldn’t make a sound.

I rolled over and saw a glint of silver. Oh. It looks like I HAD gotten the key out.

Brilliant! I rolled over again and reached over with my fingers, pulling my feet along with my hands due to the hogtie, the rope digging into my wrists. But I didn’t care. After reaching around for a bit, I grasped my hands on the little piece of metal.

I flipped the key around and set the teeth on the ropes. I could only nudge the key pack and forth a little bit, but the teeth were sharp (at least, I think they were). The entire motion was only done with three or four fingers, but I could feel I was making progress.

The motion was tedious, but with each saw, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to becoming free. And then suddenly, the pressure was fading from my wrists. I had cut enough to loosen it! I strained with all my might, and I could feel the ropes fighting to bind me. I pulled, hard, and suddenly rope snapped and I was free.

My legs uncoiled, thankfully, but my elbows were still trapping my hands behind my back. But with my wrists free, it wasn’t too hard to get free of them. From there it was simple to untie my legs, knees, and thighs. I spit out the gag, wiping my lips from the disgusting taste.

I got up. Time to talk to Lexie.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby hujikelmop » Mon Jan 06, 2014 7:13 am

Excellent so far!

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Tue Jan 07, 2014 6:46 pm

Yes, yes, I know it's short. Well, the last post was super long, so thing's balance out.'


“Jen, I need-,” I stopped to see something that I really wasn’t expecting. See, the honest truth about the two of us was that we didn’t have that much money. None of the girls attending this school had that much money, honestly. But since our mother was sick, most of the money our father made went to her, so that didn’t exactly give us too many luxuries.

Luxuries, such as the white Apple laptop that Jen was currently typing on.

“Where the heck did you get that?” I asked incredulously.

“I told you that you should have waited in line,” she said. She showed her laptop, and I realized it was an Apple one, and it was super small. At least, out of all the laptops that I had ever seen. It was super high tech, and had a built in tiny webcam at the top.

“I got the best prize,” she said proudly. “They were really impressed. They invited me to come back next week.”

“You sure?” I was about to reveal what I thought about the red shirts, but then I spied her screen to see a Skype program thing. I had seen it at my friend’s house, not that I actually had one. “Who’s that you’re messaging? And what’s that website you’re looking at?”

She closed the laptop quickly. “No one and nothing.”

“You have a Skype?”

“I said it’s no one. As for the site, looking at it is for something we might have to do.” She crossed her arms. “You need my help with something?”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” I said. I sighed. “I think the red uniformed girls are the ones that made Hannah disappear.”

“Oh, MAYBE,” she said sarcastically. “I kind of figured that out, you know. Anyhow, they ARE running that thing. So, what tipped you off?”

“I kind of suspected from the beginning, but I didn’t want to tell you,” I admitted, but she nodded like she was expecting it. I wondered what she did with those red uniformed girls. “I heard some of them talking about Hannah, after following them.”

She raised her eyebrows. “So much for not being involved. What we got to do?”

“First, we have to talk about what you’re going to be doing next week.” I had made up my mind about this. I didn’t want my only cousin to start showing up on the back of milk cartons. You know, why did anyone even say that? The back of milk cartons just show the nutrition facts. Nobody missing ever showed up on them. Forget I said that.

“What’s up with next week?” Her chair swiveled to face me. “What’s the problem?”

“We just agreed that those other girls aren’t good news, but you’re going to them next week?”

“Relax, Lucy,” She stretched, putting her hands behind her head in a relaxed sort of position. “It’ll be fine. I’ll be like an inside agent, finding all I can about them. Once I do, I’ll tear them apart from the inside, and then we can find Hannah and everything will go back to normal. Win-win. Trust me, when I’m done with things you’ll be happy I found out about all of this.”

“Just be careful.” My voice sounded just as worried as I felt, and I could see that she knew I meant it. Her eyes softened.

“I know. I’ll be fine, you can count on me. Now, what do we have to do?”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Wed Jan 08, 2014 5:55 pm

“This was not part of the plan,” I protested, staring at the two girls we were about to ambush. We were hiding behind a corner, spy-style.

“Ha, all plans require improvisation,” Jen said. She held some rope in her hands, and I had some duct tape. She had explained that she had snagged some from the testing area, which was a bit weird, but not really surprising. Anyhow, they would come in handy now.

“But what if someone catches us?” I said weakly. I recognized one of them. One was the girl who had taken over Lexie in her shift, an Asian girl our age with medium-length raven hair. The other was a European (I suppose). Russian, perhaps, with longer wavy hair, colored almost gold. They were both quite distracted, and seemed to being doing homework together. The thing was, they were naturally standing guard over Hannah’s room. I wondered why they didn’t just lock it, but whatever.

“I got that part covered,” Lexie said. “We’ll haul them into Hannah’s room and steal their clothes. Then, we’ll be red uniformed and no one will question us.”

“Steal their clothes?” I asked in horror. “Is that okay?”

“Look, Hannah just disappeared into thin air. Is that okay? You really should have told me about this box thing that she was hiding.”

“Sorry, didn’t want you to get excited about all this.”

“Well, mission failure.”

“As usual.”

“Stop being so sarcastic.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Not always.”

“Lies.”

“Hey, they’re moving!” Jen said excitedly. They weren’t just moving. They were looking around.

“Duck!” I whispered, I grabbed and her we dove out of sight (further) behind the corner.

“I’m going to go looking,” I heard one said. I could tell it was the Asian by the faint accent. “Did you hear something?”

My heart pounded. Not again. We could NOT have a repeat of what happened last time. Worse, it would be on my head, with Jen caught too. It would be my fault, again.

“I’ll go check around,” I heard the other, the Russian-looking one say. “Honestly, Lan, things are getting pretty weird around here. Did you hear that Abigail and her lot caught a girl that wasn’t even related to us? Supposedly?”

Lan paused. “I don’t know what you mean. Try to be a bit clearer.”

“Another girl, one that Ms. Kaine hasn’t even inducted yet. She was snooping around here, and Abby thought that she was one of us and tied her up. Weird, huh? Think she’s a spy or whatever?”

“I don’t know what to think. All this is crazy enough already. Honestly, I don’t care much for Abby and her lot. Abby is twisted, and her friends don’t know how to think.”

“Abigail’s partners are ruthless, and so are most of the others.”

“I know, I hate it. They’ll do anything. I’m glad Lexie’s with me, but I wish she wasn’t so nice to people all the time. Sometimes you have to think a little ruthless. It’s a dangerous game, we’re playing.”

“I guess you can’t have everything. Though I am glad that we’re working together this time. Look, now that we’re done with homework, let’s just go find Hannah’s book and be done. I’ll go check around the hallways one more time. I’ll join you in a minute. Close the door behind you.”

Lan sighed. “I hope this ends soon.”

“I know.” I heard Veronica walk the other direction. I blinked, as I peeked out and saw Lan going into Hannah’s room. Veronica was walking to the opposite hallway. I realized that she was going to make a loop around. I guess I had instantly assumed that she would come here first.

“We’ll have to bring the fight to her,” Jen whispered. She grabbed my hand. “Come on.” She led me to the other corner and we waited for her to coming. Even though I knew that we would be making the first move, my heart was still beating like crazy. We were about to tie her up and disguise ourselves, just because she had some stupid red uniform. Oh yeah, and she was part of the bad guys. Still, this felt really, really wrong.

I looked at Jen, who was carefully listening for the inevitable footsteps of Veronica. She looked perfectly fine with this. Either she was unsettled by nothing, or she just didn’t mind. I wished I could be like that. Jen was the kind of person that went “It needs to be done, so I’ll get it done. There. Happy?” I wasn’t much like that, I suppose.

No time to reconsider, even I could hear Veronica approaching now.

She turned the corner, and suddenly confusion swept into her eyes. I could just see it. But then Jen lunged.

Now, I have to say, Jen is pretty darn fast when she wants to be. She knocked into Veronica and clamped a hand over her mouth that almost completely muffled the shriek that the girl let out. But then Veronica clamped two hands over Jen’s, and I realized that she didn’t want anyone hearing us either. If we got caught……

But Veronica wasn’t done quite yet. She grabbed Jen by her arms, then bent down and flipped Jen over her back and onto the ground, who landed with a soft “oof”, completely winded. This girl knew judo.

Veronica jumped up and ran at me. Oh dang.

I backed up as quickly as I could, but Veronica was way faster. She charged in low and dived at me legs, and suddenly the ceiling was going up and my head was exploding in pain as it hit the ground. I bit my lip to prevent the yell of pain from escaping my mouth.

Veronica was getting up, but Jen tackled her from behind, and she Veronica’s head slammed into the wall, hard. The red-uniformed girl slumped to the ground, unconscious.

“You okay?” Jen said, helping me to my feet.

“Oh my gosh,” I whispered. “You just beat up another student!”

“She started it!” Jen protested. “Sort of. Whatever, it’s too late now. Help me tie her up. We need to get her clothes off.”

I felt myself going red as a cherry. “Why can’t we steal from a closet or something?”

“Um, hello? These things don’t grow on trees! We don’t exactly have that much time.” Jen had already started unbuttoning Veronica’s clothes. She had taken off her shoes, and had just finished taking off her shirt and red jacket. Then, the red skirt was off, leaving Veronica in her pink bra and panties.

“Aah, this is embarrassing,” I muttered, looking away. “You tie her up.”

“You’re such a baby, Lucy.”

“Shut up.” I looked to see that Jen was using the duct tape quite liberally. She was taping Veronica’s wrists in a crossed fashion, wrapping multiple sticky bands around her wrists to make sure that they were trapped. She had then started wrapping her ankles, then knees. She then taped above and below her breasts, pinioning her arms to her chests. With a start, I realized that this was exactly the way that Abby and her friends and tied ME up. Where had Jen learned how to do all this?

Jen wrapped off another piece of a tape with her teeth, sealing Veronica’s thighs with the strip. Veronica moaned a bit, startling me.

“Quick, she’s starting to wake up,” Jen said. “You got the gag?”

“Oh, oh yeah,” I said. I reached into my pocket and gave her an old handkerchief that we hadn’t used in like, forever. Jen prodded it at her mouth, finally stuffing it in, then ripped off a few more pieces of tape and smoothed it over Veronica’s mouth, four strips.

“There,” Jen said, smoothing Veronica’s gag one more time. She could have been sleeping. “All done.” I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to wake up restricted, then struggle and realize that the tape is holding you down, and you can’t move or escape. The very thought made me shiver.

“How did you know how to do all this?” I asked.

She shrugged. “It was the website I was looking up. Pretty good considering I only had time to skim through all the stuff. Come on, there’s one more.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Thu Jan 09, 2014 10:24 am

Lesson Number One--make sure your victim isn't a martial artist... :lol:
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Fri Jan 10, 2014 12:38 am

I feel like I'm introducing too many characters too fast, but just try to bear with me. Most of the characters I put in are important, at least if I bother to name them.



Lan was considerably easier to take down. We carried Veronica as quietly as we could to Hannah’s room. Jen had already changed into the new red clothes, but that wouldn’t do much good if a teacher saw us carrying around a nearly naked tied up girl. That would be awkward.

We opened the door, and Lan turned. “I can’t find it anywhere I-“ she stopped dead in the middle of the sentence, stunned by the condition of her friend.

“Mmph!” Veronica muffled through her gag. Oh. She was awake now.

“Who are you two?” Lan asked. From the tone of her voice, she didn’t sound surprised, but more like calculating, as if trying to formulate a plan. I hope she wasn’t going to attack us like Veronica did.

“I’m really, really sorry this happened,” I apologized quickly.

Jen closed the door and rolled her eyes. “Stop apologizing to everyone, for heaven’s sake, Lucy.”

“Sorry. But they deserve an apology.”

“Who are you?” Lan flickered. Her eyes flickered as Jen dumped Veronica on the bed. “Abby had her chance. We’re here now.”

“Who are you talking about?” I asked eagerly.

Lan’s eyes narrowed. “Who are you? Why are you involved in this if you don’t even know anything? You two are just two girls mixed up in something that you aren’t prepared to deal with.”

“Bingo,” Jen said. “So now that you’re done insulting us, will you let us, um, incapacitate you? It would make things a whole lot easier.”

“That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard,” I muttered. “’Oh, can I just tie you up? Would that be okay with you?’ Yeah, like that’s going to happen.”

“You know, if someday I become a ruthless death-wrenching assassin, I’m going to ask their permission if I can kill them first.”

“If you were a ruthless death-wrenching assassin, you would kill them anyways, wouldn't you? What’s the point in asking?”

“It’s like, courtesy!”

“Bad courtesy.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“You should try that sometimes.”

“Wait,” Lan interrupted. She had been completely silent, she hadn’t even done anything. Like bolting for the door, for instance. “What do you two know about us?”

“You did something to Hannah,” Jen said, “which is good enough for me.”

“Do you know where her diary is?” Lan asked.

“Yeah, but we won’t tell you,” I said. I supposed that that’s what was probably in the box. These guys were doing all this to get a diary? We were doing all this to get a diary? Okaaay. “If you haven’t noticed, we kind of have the advantage over here.”

“Let me see it,” Lan asked. I realized that she had probably been thinking this up, when we were arguing. That’s why she hadn’t done anything. She knew that she couldn’t escape, but perhaps she could bargain. “I know you know where it is.”

“What’s in it for us?” I asked. If she was bargaining, then that meant she had to have something we wanted.

“I’ll get you into our little club,” Lan offered.

“Nice try,” Jen said. “But too late, I’m already going into the second day of testing. Think again.”

Lan paused. “Fine, I can tell you something that you want to know. In return, you’ll tie me up to kill suspicion, and you can take the book. Deal?”

“We hear it first,” Jen said.

“Fine,” Lan said. “Hannah is in the building somewhere. Lexie and I are attempting to find her, and but Ms. Kaine is having all the people with red uniforms, which I see you have stolen Veronica’s, do different tasks to prove their worth. That is what we are doing now, and all the information I have.”

“Fine,” I said.

“You know Lucy,” Jen said. “We really COULD just tie her up now. I mean, we don’t really need to show her the diary.”

Lan glared at her. Her fists were tightening. I knew that Jen was right, but I couldn’t just do that. That would be horrible, if I just backstabbed someone like that. Then again, people were doing a lot worse recently. WE were doing a lot worse recently. But there was no need to add dishonesty to the list. And anyhow, if Lan suddenly went ninja on us, I don’t think that it would turn out too well.

“No, we’re keeping our word,” I insisted. I lifted up the hidden floorboard and took out the box. Since I had unlocked it earlier, the lid lifted open easily, and indeed, a cheap, store bought diary lay inside. I had never knew that Hannah was a diary-person, but then, people with diaries never really revealed them, did they?

“You get three minutes,” I handed it to Lan, who’s face soured a little bit at her time limit. Too bad.

“How are you going to keep track?” Jen asked.

“Approximately three minutes.”

We watched in silence as the girl flipped through the book, trying to find what was needed. I was counting seconds in my head, but Jen sneezed and I lost count around seventy-two, and I suppose Lan got an extra fifteen seconds because of that.

“Times up,” Jen said. “You ready?”

She threw the diary on the couch. “Okay, but I keep my clothes on.”

“Fair enough.”

Jen stared for a moment, sizing her up. Then she perked. “I got an idea. Sit down. Lucy, can you get something to gag her with?”

“You make this sound like an art form,” I muttered. I looked around Hannah’s torn room. To be clear, it still looked like Wolverine decided to go steroids on it. I must say, there wasn’t much. I considered looking for socks, so I looked in the drawers, and then realized the clothes were all strewn about. There were some panties lying about, so I picked that up.

“That’ll do,” Jen said. Lan obediently opened her mouth to the panties and closed them down. “Find me a bandanna or something.” I looked to see that Jen had already tightly tied Lan’s hands together in front of her. She was working on her knees, as her ankles were equally trussed together. Lan was struggling against them, testing the strength, but she was held fast by the rope.

I found some long tights (pantyhose, whatever) and passed it to Jen. She twisted it up and inserted it in between Lan’s teeth, forcing the panties in and her mouth gagged. She wrapped it once around her head, back into her teeth and over her mouth again, then knotted it on the back of her head.

“That should keep you quiet,” Jen said. She beckoned Lan up and to the closet, where the metal pole where you hung your clothes were. What did you even call it? It was the pole where you put your shirts with the shirt-hanger things on. Anyhow she lifted Lan’s hands above her head and tied a piece of rope to her wrist, and then to the pole. Lan’s hands dangled above her head, and soon Jen taped her fists into balls to prevent her fingers from untying anything. She wrapped tape around Lan’s head as well, just to keep the gag in.

“There,” Jen said. “They won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.” She picked up Veronica, who had been moaning into her gag, struggling with her hogtie. She dumped her in the closet next to Lan and closed the door, completely silencing their quiet muffles.

“Nobody should find them for a while,” Jen said proudly.

“You don’t have to sound so happy,” I said.

“It was kind of fun, actually.”

“You are so weird.”

“You should do the tying next time.”

“Whatever. Let’s find out what’s in this thing.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby hujikelmop » Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:46 am

This is going really well, can't wait to read more

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Shanyalovestape » Sat Jan 11, 2014 6:33 pm

Very entertaining!
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Sun Jan 12, 2014 2:18 am

Yeeaah. 1000 views! I thought the last post was pretty long, then I looked back and realized it wasn't. Sooo, yeah. :? dang. These things always look a whole lot longer on my word documents. So, in honor of my lack of post yesterday and today, I shall post two sections of the story! Yay!


Seriously, Lucy worried way too much. She kept fretting the entire time about how we were going to get caught, Lan would rat us out, etc. Come on! They would do the same thing to us, hands down! Plus, we got a lot of info out of it. Hannah was still around somewhere, the red club was the bad guys, we got a uniform, the teachers are in on it, and now we had a diary full of all sorts of goodies.

The problem was the dumb diary didn’t seem out of the ordinary other than the fact that Hannah wasn’t mooning over some boy and writing about how she loved him from the bottom of her heart. It was just a stupid diary about how Hannah was acing all her subjects (kind of like Lexie, I wonder if they were related). Thankfully, I didn’t need to read about how Hannah was sure she guessed question two was the Emancipation Proclamation. That was Lucy’s job. I had gone back to my website teaching me more about the art of making someone completely helpless. It was the morning of the next weekend. Lucy wanted to skim over it while we were all alone, again. I was supposed to go to the red uniform girls tomorrow, so right now; we were free to do what we wanted.

No one was in our dorm (at least, no one had better be in our dorm), so I decided to teach Lucy about the rope works. I let her see the pictures on the internet, and she tied me up pretty good. So good, in fact, that I couldn’t get out. My wrists were tied behind my back, so tight that I was afraid they might cut off circulation. I was barefoot, and my ankles were tied together too, along with my knees and thighs, firmly binding my legs. I tried pulling them apart, but it was like trying to break iron bands. She had tied rope on my shoulders and waist, pinning my arms. As an extra precaution, she had gotten some string and tied my by toe and thumbs together. I was cleave-gagged with a scarf and stuffed with my socks.

The only problem with Lucy’s tie-job was that it took her nearly a half hour to finish tying me up, even though it was a pretty solid job. I couldn’t move an inch, but it wouldn’t be conventional in a real scenario. But that was cool, she could learn.

I had to say, that I was pretty sure it was impossible for me to get out. But for some reason I liked being tied up. It was relaxing, and fun. I liked tying other people, but being tied up wasn’t so bad. I couldn’t see how Lucy didn’t like it. It felt weird to say it, but I liked being helpless, at other people’s mercy. It probably made me weird, but hey, I was weird even before this.

I lay on the bed, content to staring at the ceiling while trussed up like a chicken as Lucy studied her book. I couldn’t see how that girl liked to read so much. I couldn’t go past a few words without my eyes drooping.

“Hey, Jen,” Lucy said. “Check this out.” She shifted the book so I could see. I scanned through, for a minute only seeing how Hannah really had to go to the restroom in third period. But then I saw what Lucy was pointing at. It was the words “For us, Freedom is a lie” [shift, shift, esc, esc]. Followed by this were the numbers 80243171.

“This looks important,” Lucy concluded.

“Mmph.” Duh.

“I take that as you agree. It’s probably some sort of password. Do you think this is Hannah’s?”

“Mmm, mmmph!” Really hard to get a message across. The sock prevented speech from sounding like speech, but I liked it. It made me feel even more helpless, like I couldn’t even get others to help me. I would have to escape myself. And in a true scenario, I wouldn’t be able to escape myself, so I would be really helpless, trapped in my rope prison. The idea excited me.

“You know, it also has that one cereal circled, Maid Milks. What the heck is up with that?”

I shrugged. “Mmph.” I had kind of heard of that. It was supposed to taste good, but the thing was pure sugar. Maybe Hannah had liked it. Who knows what happens around here anyways?

“Whatever,” Lucy shrugged. “It’s almost lunchtime. Don’t you have to meet with our friends, the red girls?”

“Mmph.” She shrugged again, and started to untie me. My heart kind of dampened a little bit when I could suddenly move again, but I guess I couldn’t stay tied all the time. Once my wrists were freed, I took off my gag and spit out the socks.

“What do you think I have to do?” I asked.

“You tell me,” Lucy replied. “You were there. But after what I’ve seen so far, probably nothing good. We still don’t know anything about these people, other than they aren’t exactly saints.”

I laughed. “True enough. Care to come with me?”

“In your dreams. I’ve got enough to worry about.”

“Like what?”

“Like you. Be careful out there.”

“Careful? I’m always careful.”

“Sure.”



Lexie is an important character, and I tried to make her interactions as different from other characters, to add diversity in her characteristics. As Lucy is formal and careful, Jen is straightforward and blunt, I tried to make Lexie bubbly and cheerful, but also intelligent in her own way. Writing is tough.



“Hi Jen!” Lexie smiled at me, waiting for me as I promptly cut through the line. Again, I mean. As usual, the other girls gave me the evil eye, but I just trudged right past them. Not my fault. Wait in line, suckers.

“Ready for your second day?” She asked. She was her normal, happy, bubbly, slightly-annoying self, but I could see something different in her eyes. It was slight, a look of…. Regret? Something like that.

“Sure,” I said. “What are we doing today? Anything like what we did last time?”

“Today will be a bit more specialized, which is still totally cool,” She said with a smile. Honestly, if she smiled any more her face would fall off. “You might be able to join us if you keep it up.”

“That would be great,” I said, but apparently I didn’t say it with too much enthusiasm, because she gave me a funny look. Oops. Guess she was more observant than I thought. I had to remind myself that Lexie was much more intelligent then she portrayed.

“Do you have something on your mind?” She asked.

“Uh, no. Well, maybe. Not much sleep.”

“Really?” It was like noon right now, so I guess my lie was pretty bad. It was pressure, okay? “When did you go to bed? You need to get a lot of sleep, you know. They say that you need, like, ten hours of sleep in order to be super healthy, but I usually can’t do that.”

Whoever they was, ten hours seemed a little overkill to me. “I, um, went to bed late, but slept in. I haven’t been awake for very long.”

“Okay,” she walked on, probably not really caring. That was fine with me. Together we trudged into the same room as yesterday, the gym. It looked the same, the same grumpy looking girl at the front, the same row of curtains covering the struggling (and possibly failing) escape artists on the other side. Not-so-old memories.

Lexie walked with a little spring in her step, so when she stopped suddenly, I almost bumped into her. She could’ve given me a tiny bit of warning. Sheesh. Talk about rude.

I could see something drain from Lexie, and she wasn’t even looking at me. Something was different; her aura of happiness had suddenly disappeared. It was as if her best friend had just dropped dead or something.

“Jennifer,” she said softly, referring to me as my real first name. Her voice was deadly serious, quiet, a whisper, as if we were in an important place and she needed to keep her voice. “When they talk to you, take what they have to heart, okay? Just listen to them, and think about it. Think about who you are, or what you're doing. Who you're.... fighting for. Just listen. I’d hate it if….”

“What?” The girl was starting to creep me out a little bit.

“It’s nothing. Let’s go.” She didn’t give me a single glance. She trudged on through the black curtain. I had expected to see some other girls testing, like the last room, but it was bare, empty. There was nothing there except the regular things in a gym, what was supposed to be there. That struck me as a little odd. Wasn’t there supposed to be the testing stuff here? Where was I supposed to be tested?

I was about to ask Lexie, but she was still in silent-mode. She was walking quickly, and I had to pick up the pace a little bit to keep up with her stride. She went directly to one of those teacher-staff doors, which I had assumed were always locked, but she opened the door and gestured for me to go in. Of course she would have access to stuff like this.

“After you,” she tried for one of her brilliant smiles, but it broke and she looked away. I had a bad feeling about this.

I walked in, and suddenly the door slammed shut behind me. I could hear the lock click, and when I grabbed the doorknob, it wouldn’t budge.

Lexie. I was going to kill her.

I heard a slight hiss, but I dismissed it. I looked around. It looked sort of like a teacher’s lounge, I guess, because I had never been in one. No sane teacher would ever let me in the teacher’s lounge. It had a table, with some papers in it and some coffee on top. There were wooden chairs, and a bulletin board on it. There were two more doors, but they were both locked too when I tried them. Drat. These people thought of everything

What a jerk. Lexie was a complete jerk. What kind of test was this? To test my patience? If that was the case, then I definitely failed, because I was just about the least patient person in the world.

I wondered if I was locked in here, Lucy would come and find me. Probably not. Maybe. Who knew? The girl never liked to do anything. At least that’s what I thought until she went and investigated things by herself. That’s why I was here, because some these a-holes came and jacked her up.

I went up to the soda machine and looked up at it. Geez, this stuff was expensive. Absolute rip-off.

I rummaged through my pockets for any spare cash, but as I did, something seemed odd. It was relaxing, but a bad relaxing. I wasn’t supposed to be like this, but my head was getting dizzy, like I had just spun around in circles. I sat down on a chair and clutched my head. It was hurting.

I sniffed the air and a new wave of this new sensation flooded through my head. It was getting hard to think, but I could smell a slight sweetness. Some kind of….. gas. It was making me sleepy.

Sleeping gas. Duh.

I have to say, my first emotion was actually surprise. The crap-filled school that couldn’t even get us a churro for lunch somehow got the money to get a sleeping gas system into their teacher’s lounge. Go figure.

And my second emotion was, Wow, talk about the most cheesy, most unnecessary thing they could do. Really.

I tried holding my breath, but I was never a good swimmer, so holding my breath didn’t last long. Why swim if you’ll never go near water? I was an admittedly terrible swimmer, but someone had told me that fat floats, so maybe that was a good sign. When I let out my breath, I was forced to gasp in air, inhaling more and more of the gas.

My mind was clouded, I couldn’t think. The world was spinning, one way, then the other. It went all black, as black as a nightmare.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Mon Jan 13, 2014 1:56 am

Introducing the main antagonist.



I dreamed of camels. At least, I think it was about camels. You know how you dream of something, and then your dream abruptly switches to some other dream? Well, my dream started with myself riding a camel in the ocean, which doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, but so it goes.

Then it went to me flying. If I could have one wish, flying might well be that wish. Well, I would probably help Lucy’s aunt first, but a SELFISH wish, well, what else other than flying? Flying was probably the most awesome basic, non-overpowered superpower ever.

Unfortunately, my flying dream section didn’t last. It shifted to a dream where I was sitting in a chair. Wait a second. That wasn’t a dream.

I really was sitting in a chair. My hands were handcuffed together behind me, in between the spokes thing of the chair. My ankles were cuffed together and cuffed to my wrists, so they were bent forcefully backwards. It wasn’t comfy, I’ll give you that. There was a strap thing around my waist that secured me to the back of the chair, and also one around my shoulders. Some sort of rubber ball thing was inside my mouth, attached by a buckle around my head. It was making me drool a little bit, which was totally gross

. The cuffs were tight on my wrists and ankles, which I originally didn’t think was possible. I suppose it WAS possible, as it was happening right now. I mean, when you imagine handcuffs, you’d think there was a little bit of room there, right? No, these people were mean, plus making some sort of chair-hogtie thing so I could move even less.

I didn’t bother struggling. If you hadn’t noticed earlier, I wasn’t exactly Superman and I wasn’t about to break through metal handcuffs. You can’t struggle out of handcuffs, at least these ones. It was like the ultimate unfairness of all bondage activities. You could untie knots and struggle through tape but there wasn’t a thing you could do about those darn metal handcuffs. Talk about uncool. Plus, the ones I was wearing were too tight, biting into my skin, turning it red. I silently cursed myself for wearing a t-shirt, exposing my bare wrists to the cold metal.

I looked up to see our headmistress walk in. In case I haven’t introduced her before, her name was Mrs. Apocalypse. She wore a flowing black coat and had fangs, scales, a forked tongue, and devil horns along with Batman’s utility belt but instead with all sorts of torture devices on it.

Just kidding, but she might as well have. Her name was Dr. Hag, and she had long gray hair, five yellow teeth, and only one eye that opened maybe halfway.

Okay, okay. In all seriousness, her name was Ms. Kaine. She was pretty young, approaching the middle age, and beautiful, but more in a sort of intimidating way. Like, giving total meaning into drop-dead gorgeous. She was always wearing subtle makeup and lipstick. She had jet black hair tied in a bun, and a tight red suit and skirt on. She walked with authority, as if she owned the school, which was…… true. The woman always seemed to have a steely look in her eyes, I think. That is, the one time she actually looked at me it seemed to be in contempt, but that was probably because the one time I was in her office was because I had accidentally “disrupted the classroom” by trying to set the trashcan on fire. Long story.

“Hello, Jennifer,” Ms. Kaine said in that silky voice of her, sitting down. Did I ever mention that I didn’t like people referring to me by my real name? That’s why I chose “Jen” as my nickname. I don’t know why, I just liked it better.

I shifted into the handcuffs, but I couldn’t move any of my limbs more than a few centimeters. I murmured something intelligible into my gag, which only caused more saliva to flow from it, which was absolutely gross. Something about her made me uncomfortable. Was it the way that I was in a totally humiliating, bound position? No, that wasn’t it.

“I’m sorry you are in this position,” Ms. Kaine said completely unconvincingly, kind of like when some bad politicians speak, like they say it but they don’t believe it at all. “But, that is necessary.” She reached over an unbuckled my gag, letting a large pink rubber ball fall from my mouth. I smacked my lips and licked them.

“Let me go,” I said immediately, saying it braver than I felt. “It’s against the law.”

“I am sorry, Jennifer, but I cannot do that,” the woman said. “You see, Jennifer, every girl that wears a red uniform went through the same thing you yourself has gone through. They listened to me. I would ask for you to as well.”

“This is against the law. Let me go.”

Kaine gave me a bright red smile. “Aah, but until you tell the authorities once you are free, then I am free to do what I may, at least for the time being. I sincerely hope that when this conversation is over, you will change your mind about attempting to arrest me.”

I would have crossed my arms if I were able to. “Try me.”

She smiled again. It wasn’t a warm smile like Lexie’s, it was a cold, calculating smile, as if she were staring through me, as if I were made of glass that would shatter in an instant. “If you have not noticed, all of the girls that have red uniforms are part of my little club. They actively serve as my agents, doing what I need them to, whenever I need them to. Whatever task I ask them to do, they will do it.”

“Until recently, I never really thought of Lexie as a mercenary.” By the way, a mercenary doesn’t necessarily mean a soldier; it just means someone working for money. I DO learn stuff at school, okay? Sometimes.

Ms. Kaine nodded. “Lexie is an…… interesting case. She did not do as I had asked her and captured you herself. We had to resort to much more messier and expensive process to knock you out. She lacks certain qualities, and will be punished.”

“Harsh.”

“If my agents will not do what I need them to do, then they are no use to me. She will learn, and if she does not, she will pay the price.”

“Kind of makes you wonder why you would join this great club.”

Ms. Kaine smiled apologetically. Gosh, these days, people loved smiling. “You have not heard my offer yet. Do you have a wish, any wish? Anything that you would want to happen, but never will, at least on your own?”

I decided to be truthful. “Okay, sure. Everybody does, right?”

“I can grant that wish,” she said firmly. “Anything that you would want.”

“Okay,” I said sarcastically. “I want to fly. Is my wish granted yet?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Any wish within reason, fool. Perhaps to restore a certain dying family member?”

I blinked. I was still getting over how she just called me a fool. How could this woman know about Lucy’s mother, my aunt? How could she know that she was dying?

I gritted my teeth. “Shut up about her. You don’t know anything about me.”

“Really?” I didn’t like the confidence in her voice. “Your father and mother are both dead. You live on the support of your aunt and uncle, your Cousin Lucy’s parents. But now, one is dying, and the other is too consumed with work to pay attention to their own daughter, much less you, some useless baggage that their dead relatives dumped on them when they died. A child that could never compare with their own daughter. This troublesome girl that can’t do anything right, who gets into trouble four times a week, an utter disappointment. It would be foolish to think they ever cared about you.”

“Shut up!” I looked away, trying to stop her from seeing the tears welling in my eyes. I couldn’t move much, and I could almost feel her smirking. Her words had dug into my very soul, as if all my fears suddenly appeared in a book that she was reading right in front of me.

“But I can save your aunt,” she said, her voice soothing again. “Perhaps they will think differently of you. I can make it so it was you that did it. Perhaps you win a contest. Perhaps you win a lottery. However it will be YOU who saved that woman’s life. Not Lucy. You. Not the girl that has always been so far ahead in your life, the girl that everyone says is smarter, more talented, that can do whatever you cannot. Isn’t that right, Jennifer?”

I breathed in, and then out. I could see how someone like Lexie had been persuaded by this evil woman. She was like a snake, a snake with a golden tongue. She was trying to confuse me, and it was working. I won’t deny that I’ve felt the things that she said to me. It stung like salt in the wound. I was ashamed of thinking those things, but I couldn’t help it. I was human. Resentment, bitterness, sadness. That was part of who I was, who I am.

“What do I need to do?” At the very least, I needed to find out what was happening around here, what she wanted.

“You will have to do illegal tasks, as part of my little club. To identify yourself, you will be given the trademark red uniform, but that will also signify the others. The girl that does the best job will get their wish granted, so do not disappoint me.”

My eyes widened. Only ONE could get their wish? That wasn’t, that wasn’t fair! “What do you mean? I’m competing against all of the others in red uniforms?”

She nodded. “You are.”

“But, I’ve seen some of them together, working as a team!”

Her eyebrows raised. “You know of this?”

“N-no, I’ve just, um, seen them together,” I stammered.

She shrugged. “Some wish to complete it together and split their wishes. I see this as perfectly fair. Will you join me?”

“What if I say no?”

“If you intend to,” she said slowly. “Then I will have no choice. Are you aware of the three students that disappeared?”

My heart dropped like a stone. “Yes.”

“Those three crossed me. I did not let them get away with telling my secrets across the entire school. I put the tests up to find the best of the best. But some were simply unwilling to serve. They will no longer bother me. If you choose to refuse me, then you will join them. Not only that, but your aunt will die, and your dear cousin Lucy will suffer as well. Now, let me repeat myself. Are you in?”

I gulped, nervous. This was it. Join the bad guys as a double agent, or disappear like Hannah. It really was a no-brainer. “Fine. I’m in.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:57 am

“Jen, when are we going to back out of this?” I sighed, as Jen told me her absolutely terrifying story about her adventure downstairs. Seriously? EVERYONE was in on this (minus me, sort of). Even the headmistress was! Actually, that little tidbit of info didn’t really surprise me, but still! This was way, way, way out of our league!

“Uh, later.” Jen said. She was still marveling at her very own red uniform. Now that she got her own, we had two, so if I wanted to I could disguise with the one that we stole.

“It’s perfect,” Jen said. “Once we get enough money to get your mom into a better shape, I’ll bust the entire thing from the inside out. Simple, perfect, it’ll be easy.”

I was quiet. What I hadn’t told her was that part of me was thrilled with the idea. I hated to admit it, but….. Mom was dying. If we couldn’t get the money to get her into a better hospital, then….. I didn’t even want to think about it. A part of me wanted Jen to give it her all, but it was so dangerous. These people were kidnapping. Now Jen had to do it to, and to top it all off, she had to outperform all the other red-uniforms. I hated to see Jen put herself in danger. That was the problem with her. The girl was like a skater. When she jumped off a cliff to save someone, she was going to figure out how to survive on the way down

“So,” Jen said happily, and I could tell she was trying to change the subject. “Have you heard about Solomon’s School for Boys across from our school?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Everyone has. Plus, it’s sort of behind us and to the left, not so much across.”

“Yeah, I know, I know. Anyhow, how was your homework?”

“Stop changing the subject! The problem is here, we’re getting way too deep into this entire business. I don’t like it.”

Jen lifted her hands above her head and stretched. “Well, the problem with that is, I do like it, and I’m kind of free to do what I want. Come on; imagine if I do get it off alright. I can do this. Trust me.”

“I remember those words fondly,” I rolled my eyes. “It was the time when you broke your arm, wasn’t it?”

“I didn’t know that our roof was fifteen feet high. It looked shorter than that.”

“All decisions look better in hindsight, Jen. Remember that.”



“You’re a little late,” Lexie told me, but she didn’t sound too bothered.

“Uh, sorry,” I said. “I had to do my homework.” Another complete lie, but I couldn’t just tell her that I had been outside the school, against like all of the school’s rules. But hey, who cared? Rules are meant to be broken, that’s why they were made.

“So, what are we doing?” It was my first assignment, and man, was I excited! I mean, it was wrong and all, I knew that, but it was pretty exciting. Plus, we could get caught, and nothing was fun if there wasn’t a little risk in it, right? Probably, wrong, according to Lucy.

“Well, as we are pitting ourselves against each other,” Lexie said, “when I say ‘we’, I mean those of us inducted by Ms. Kaine. We kind of split ourselves into teams, and since we’re friends, you can be with me and Lan! It’ll be great!”

“We’re friends?” Because, previously, we had only been friendly with each other. Like, there were friends, enemies, and people you were friendly with. Like, you can talk to them normally, but you’re not going to go do favors or sit next to them at lunch or anything. That was just people you were friendly with, which is what category Lexie, at least previously, was in.

“We’re not friends?” she frowned a cute little frown, and I blushed. I hated when she did that.

“Um, no, we’re friends,” I said. “But if we’re on the same team, that means Lan is with us too?”

“Yes.”

“Well, she doesn’t like me too much.”

Her eyebrows rose a little bit. “Really? Why?”

“Um, it’s not too important,” I said quickly. Better not let her know what I did to Lan. “So, we’re kind of wasting time here, so what are we doing?”

“Oh, right!” She smiled again. “So, we’ve been ordered, or more like requested, to get something from a certain room in this school.”

“Well,” I said dully. “That’s awfully clear. Did she say anything else, maybe a little more to go on? Because, there’s a whole lot of rooms in this school.”

“She said that we have all night, and she let all the teachers sleep early today, so we won’t get in trouble, and if we do, we’ll be dismissed.” Lexie told me. “It’s not in any of the students rooms, so it has to be in the choir room, art room, gymnasium, stuff like that.”

“We have a choir room?” I asked. Look, I didn’t know much about this school, okay? I took graphic arts, and wasn’t too good at it anyways, so why would I care about singing?

“I take choir,” Lexie said. “Anyhow, every team will be looking for whatever it is, and the first one to find it wins. But our individual performance will be assessed too. If we do especially badly, Ms. Kaine will punish us. Every team is free to do what they can and want, which means we can….. Incapacitate the other teams.” She didn’t seem all too enthusiastic about the “incapacitating”, which I was fine with. Lexie was more of a pacifist, anyways.

“Where is Lan today?” I asked. “We could use her help, right?”

“Oh, Lan,” She gave me a weak smile. “Recently, she was found tied up in a closet, so she’s spending punishment time in Ms. Kaine’s office.”

“Isn’t that a little unfair?” I asked, suddenly concerned. I mean, it wasn’t her fault that we got her. Well, it sort of was, but she shouldn’t have to get punished for it, right?

“This isn’t a game, Jen,” Lexie warned, her eyes serious again. “Lan will be fine. In a way, all of us need the prize at the end. Let’s just do what we need to do.”

I followed her as the two of us snuck out of the room. It was already dark, and both of us were wearing the signature red uniforms, to signify us to any teachers or staff walking around. Hopefully they would dismiss us.

We hurried along, trying to keep quiet. At least, I was trying. Lexie moved effortlessly, with the grace and silence of a ballet dancer. When she stepped you couldn’t hear a sound, whereas when I stepped it was as if a metal weight was on my shoe. I tried to keep up with her silently, but gave up and instead moved to keep up.

Lexie knew exactly where we were going. We went through the dark hallways, and eventually stopped in front of the choir room. Inside was dark, but I had decent night vision, and a window shown the full moon’s light inside. Dozens of chairs faced where a conductor would lead the vocal group. Nothing of interest seemed to be here, so the two of us moved on.

Next we checked the gymnasium. The equipment was all put away by now, so it was just an ordinary, dark, empty gym. I hadn’t been in it much, but even I marveled at how different and mysterious the giant space was when it was dark. It was so different from when the lights were out, I couldn’t even see the ceiling. It gave a different feeling, less friendly, but more open, more free.

We checked numerous classrooms, but I was starting to guess that we wouldn’t be able to find it. Were we looking for the box that me and Lucy stole? If so, we were just wasting our time. But no, Lan must’ve told Ms. Kain about what happened back there. Probably. What if she didn’t? Thoughts raced through my mind like bullets, and I didn’t notice anything until Lexie tapped me on the shoulder.

There were two girls, hogtied and hanging from the ceiling. They were blindfolded and cleave-gagged, ropes knotted around them, twisting around their wrists, ankles, knees, and thighs. They squirmed helplessly inside their bindings but they couldn’t do more than jiggle around. How they got up there, I had no idea. They had earmuffs on, which masked their senses even further.

“Should we help them?” I asked.

“No,” Lexie said. “We could end up like them if we did that. People are ruthless.”

We hurried out of the gym, and as we walked, I whispered to her something that I had on my mind for a while now. “What is your wish? What do you want when this is all over?”

Lexie motioned for me to join her in the classroom. She was silent as we searched the entire room for whatever object of interest we were supposed to be searching for. Only when we walked outside of the room did she respond to my question.

“I have a brother,” She whispered.

I nodded. Probably not a big surprise.

“He’s…..” Lexie’s voice was uncertain, and quiet. I had never heard he like this. “I can’t stand it, but sometimes, he goes off and does terrible things. Wrong things. My family, we’ve never had any money. I’ve been poor my entire life. I love my brother to death, but sometimes you wouldn’t recognize him. He’s always been nice to me, always thought of me before himself, but ever since my father left me, he’s changed. I want to help him, and when I was sent here….. I received a letter, two months ago, telling me that he’d been charged for property abuse and drug theft. I couldn’t believe it. My brother, the best brother you could ever have. Imagine if Lucy did it. What would you do? I know I can help him, especially now. That’s what I want.”

My first feeling was guilt. How could my own needs ever go over that? I didn’t have a brother like that. Lucy was my sister, or as good of a sister as I would ever have. But I could never imagine her like that. Never. But then, I remembered, I had someone I was looking out for too. Lucy’s mom might die. Even though I felt guilty, I had a good reason for doing this too.

I was about to say something but Lexie nudged me. In the middle of our next classroom, all of the desks had been cleared except one at the center of the room. One that one desk, there was a single black box. It was slightly bigger than a shoebox, and it practically screamed importance.

“That’s it,” I whispered.

Lexie nodded. “Let’s go.”

I KNEW it was a bad idea. Well, actually, no, I probably didn’t. But hey, I admit that I’m not quite as smart as Lucy, but looking back, I suppose that a black box in the middle of the room IS pretty obvious. Way, way, way too obvious, apparently. What I’m trying to say here, is that Lexie and I walked straight into a pit, which is to say, a trap.

The moment Lexie and I walked in we were tackled from behind. The world jostled around and I thumped my head on the floor as a body crashed down on top of mine. A sweaty arm wrapped around my waist tightly while another clenched around my mouth. Eww. I heard a shriek that must have been Lexie to my right.

I looked up, and despite the dark room, I could see Abigail looking up at me. Man, was I starting to dislike her. First she did it to Lucy, and now I was probably going to be next.

Anyhow, her burly gorillas were on me right now, and my chances of escaping from their grasps was probably right around zero percent. Her disgustingly sweaty hands were disgustingly iron sweaty hands, that weren’t exactly letting go.

“Jen?” Abigail said surprisingly.

“Don’t tell me this is another person that you know,” my captor complained. “Not like that other one. Besides, she has a uniform. She’s an enemy.”

I saw a flicker of doubt go through Abby’s eyes, but it disappeared just as fast. “I do know her. Her name’s Jen, and she’s with Lexie, I guess.”

I tried to say “obviously” but it came out more as an “mmph” past the hand that was pressing tightly into my cheek like a clamp.

“Sorry, Jen,” Abby said, and it really did NOT sound sincere, but whatever. I would have whupped her right here and now if her friends weren’t on steroids.

Abby closed the door. “Don’t try to cry out. You don’t want everyone rushing in here, and no one will help you. You’ll just get yourself into worse trouble.”

I glared at her. Her friend took her hand off my and got out some rope. I felt my wrists being wrapped around and around with rope. She tied it so tight that it bit into my skin, not allowing my wrists to move a single inch. I saw that Lexie was being taped up with some pink duct tape.

My ankles and knees were tied up too with the rope, and I hated myself for wearing a skirt as the ropes dug into me again. My captor used more rope around my waist, using more than ten loops, making knots around the way and then wrapping again, before knotting three or more times. She finished by laying me down and bending my legs, tying my ankles to wrists in a hogtie.

Just as I was wondering where the heck she got all this stuff, she stuffed a sponge into my mouth and her friend passed her the pink tape, wrapping tape around and around my head, muting my voice. Not that yelling out would have done anything anyways.

Now, my plan was to hope that they would do a shoddy job, and after some twisting and pulling and spitting out sponges, I would escape, wait until Gorilla number one and two took a bathroom break, tie up Abby, then go off on my merry way. Unfortunately, I probably wouldn’t go past step one, because there workmanship was anything BUT shoddy.

To put it simply, there was just too much rope, and it was too dang tight. I might have been able to slip my wrists out, but there was too much rope to slip out of, and it was so tight if I even shifted my wrists a little bit the ropes held them fast. Not to mention every move my legs or wrists made would wrench their attachments with them. My legs were practically attached to my back, and all I could do was roll around like an upside-down turtle.

Lexie had been wrapped like a birthday gift. Her face was wrapped quite a bit, from directly below her nose to her chin, and across her eyes, all wrapped around her head, not bothering to get out of her slightly-below chin length hair. Her arms had been put into a box-tie (I think) behind her back and wrapped, then her entire upper body was wrapped, from her shoulders to her stomach. Her wrists had been balled into fists and taped as well. From her thighs to her ankles were also cocooned in the pink tape, and from her lack of shoes and socks, she had probably been gagged with her own socks.

“Mmmmm,” Lexie moaned, wiggling a little in her prison of tape. We couldn’t move an inch each, utterly at their mercy.

“You used up all the tape, Marget,” Abby said flatly.

“Sorry, but it was a lot of fun,” said Marget, who was apparently the buffoon who had taped up Lexie.

“Besides,” the other girl piped up, “they had some tape and stuff too, so we can use that.”

Abigail shrugged. “Whatever, try not to use so much next time. This stuff costs money.”

Marget snorted. “Not for us. It’s not like we actually paid for this stuff. Can you believe that someone was actually stupid enough to fall for our trap? Ha, I thought it was way too obvious!”

Anger boiled inside of me and I wrenched at my bonds so much force I half expected the ropes to rip to shreds. All it did was dig harder into my wrists and I cried out in a muffled yelp.

“What’s wrong?” Marget asked. “A little tied up there, Jen.”

I growled into my gag.

Abigail turned. “C’mon, we’ve wasted enough time as it is. Stuff them inside and let’s go.”

I didn’t know what “inside” meant, but apparently Marget and Gorilla Number Two did. They picked me and Lexie up and dragged us towards a large wardrobe thing. Like a cupboard I suppose. It was for storing old books, but I saw the books had been cleared out and put into the sides. Marget and her friend pushed me and Lexie roughly in and slammed the doors, closing us into the dark. When I tried to push on the doors, it didn’t even budge.

“Have fun in there.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Sat Jan 18, 2014 6:11 pm

I’ll admit, I’ve never been inside a locker. Which is probably a good thing, all things considered. I had heard stories of like, freshmen being stuck in there by jerk seniors, and I had to admit, that this was probably what it was like. However, I bet even being stuck in a locker was better than this. At least you could move your limbs in a locker. We couldn’t move anything here. Plus, nobody’s ever been stuck in a locker with somebody else, unless they were like Warwick Davis

The sponge in my mouth was really, really annoying. It sucked my mouth dry, so now I needed a glass of water, bad. Plus, I needed to go to the bathroom. Which, a glass of water wouldn’t really help. I really hoped I wouldn’t pee all over Lexie. That would be super gross.

Second, Lexie was hyperventilating or something. Panicking at the very least. She was breathing through her nose (not much choice, seeing how her mouth was gagged) at a rapid pace, and squirming in her bonds, even though she was fighting at least five layers of tape. Plus, she was pushing me, since this tiny confinement had us squished together way too close.

I wondered how they had gotten the doors to stay closed. From what I could see, this cabinet thing didn’t have any locks, so us pushing on it (which is what I’d been doing) should open the doors. Should. But, unfortunately, the doors remained closed.

Even if I did open them, then what? How would I be able to get out? These ropes were practically iron. I’d have to be the Incredible Hulk to break through them. There was no way Lexie was going to get out of that tape either.

I sighed (or would have, you know what I mean). Maybe Lucy was right. I had really thought I knew Abby. But here she was, doing this to me. I used to consider her a friend. Or friendly-with person. Whatever. I wondered if I could go around and do the same thing to her, tie her up like she did to me. What was she doing this for? What were her friends doing it for? What was their wishes? I doubted it could go over my own wish, or Lexie’s. Our needs were great. We had people we loved at stake. How could their own wishes possibly go beyond our own? Yet here we are. I hated to say it, but we deserved to win. I doubted those three had better reasons for this than us, but instead here Lexie and I was, stuck in a closet. It wasn’t fair.

I pulled again and grunted. Nothing I could do could get us out. I just had to wait, and wait. Maybe someone would find us. Maybe Lucy would find me, and untie these dang ropes.

I snorted, and heard Lexie muffle in confusion. Yeah, right. Like Lucy knew where I was. It was more likely that Abby would have a moral-attack and untie us, and if THAT happened, well, like that was going to happen.

I would have to get myself out, or not at all. Unfortunately, it was looking a whole lot more favorable to the latter. I didn’t even count Lexie doing something, because she was in an even tighter situation than I was, so great.

I felt around, but all I could feel were my legs, and some tape that might have been Lexie’s thigh. Or maybe her foot. As I shifted around, feeling with my fingers, I wondered what I was looking for. What would work here anyways? Scissors? Knives? Chainsaws?
Nothing short of those would get me free, and I wasn’t too sure scissors would do the trick anyways.

I felt around and suddenly there was a jabbing pain in my arm. Ow. The frick. What the heck was that?

I felt where the pain was coming from and stumbled upon something that was metal and plastic. It was small, and felt kind of like a scissors, but no blade. What the important part was it had some sort of spike on it, which was good enough for me. This was the key to my escape. Potentially.

I fumbled with it, grasping with my fingers, but everything was in the way, and despite myself I struggled, knowing it was useless. I touched it numerous times with my right hand, trying to twist it into the right position, the position that would get me free.

Finally, I got it pointing the right way. I think. I pushed, trying to have it, I don’t know, break the ropes.

Unfortunately, it soon became apparent that this wasn’t going to work. Whatever the heck this conveniently placed sharp thing was, the spike was way too tiny to poke into anything other than a piece of paper, so it wasn’t too likely that this thing was going to be cutting through any ropes anytime soon. Or ever.

I kept at it anyways. I couldn’t stop. It was that, or admit defeat. If there’s anything I hate, it’s losing, and that probably means I hate a lot, because I seem to lose a whole lot to. But that doesn’t mean I had to learn from mistakes, right? I pressed in, and I pierced my skin and winced, fully knowing I was bleeding in two places now.

It hurt, I’ll say that right now, but I couldn’t let it get to me. I suddenly remembered something that happened, a long time ago in the past. Lucy and I had both ridden our bikes up the biggest hill in the neighborhood. Doom drop, or something stupid, that’s what we called it. How old was I? Seven? Eight, it must have been eight. It was a ridiculous hill, some cars didn’t even like taking the route. But any kid that could go down would have eternal bragging rights on each other. So, naturally, I asked Lucy for a race back to the house. We both went down, fast as we could. I still remember the fierce wind in my face, pressing down. The sheer exhilaration of speed as we raced down, faster and faster as we descended farther and farther.

That was, until I fell.

It was a jolt, I don’t know. I had wobbled a little bit, losing control. Lucy had zoomed ahead of me, but at that point, I hadn’t cared. I had tried to brake but it was too late.

Lucy had stopped for me. It was like my knee was pulsing with fire. The pain I had now was nothing compared to that. Three scrapes and a broken knee. Like a baby, I had come home crying, walking only thanks to Lucy’s help. Emergency room, cast, all the good stuff.

I wasn’t doing this for just myself. I was doing this for her. I was doing it for Lexie, and to find Hannah, wherever she was. I was NOT going to lie here forever, just to wait for someone to come looking for me.

I stabbed again at my bonds, not caring if I hurt myself in the process. I was still glad that I didn’t, but it didn’t seem as important anymore. I don’t remember how long I tried, but it was long, and my mumbles of frustration were heard by Lexie, who muffled again, no doubt wondering what I was doing.

I felt the spike stab into a knot, and I twisted, pulling at the knot. Suddenly, I felt it come looser. I twisted again, stabbing and loosening, repeating relentlessly. Little by little, the knot, the keystone of my bindings were becoming undone, freeing myself little by little.

I twisted and wrenched at my wrists, squeezing my eyes shut as the ropes dug and bit into my hands. I twisted and pulled, and suddenly my hand was yanked out. Yes!

I shifted my shoulders, my arms were still pinned to my sides by ropes, and Lexie was still pressing at me like a rock. I shifted, and after a little bit of working I got the ropes off. I slammed myself against the wardrobe, I could take care of my gag and legs later. I slammed again and this time the wardrobe’s door burst open. Lexie and I tumbled out painfully, but at this point, I was beyond caring about pain.

Speaking of that, I looked to see a small bloody streak on my arm. Eww. I untied my cleave gag, and even though it was kind of gross, I wrapped it around my arm tightly, closing the wound. I spit out the sponge and started untying my legs, releasing the constant pressing pressure on my ankles.

Soon I was free. I realized that this was a math room. I had been using a protractor to free myself. The point made sense, now that I thought about it.

I was about to free Lexie, until I heard footsteps ring outside.
Last edited by Jay Candice on Sun Jan 19, 2014 12:25 pm, edited 1 time in total.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Shanyalovestape » Sun Jan 19, 2014 9:11 am

Just saying, Jen was tape gagged right? Why is cleave gagged now?
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Sun Jan 19, 2014 12:25 pm

Error in writing, my bad.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby hafnermg » Sun Jan 19, 2014 1:17 pm

I can't wait to find out whats next! Awesome story!

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Sun Jan 19, 2014 5:34 pm

Thanks for commenting. I was starting to wonder if anyone was reading. Okay, whatever, on to the serious part.



Crap. Not again. I grabbed Lexie and stuffed myself back into the wardrobe, which had been held closed by some layers of duct tape. Unfortunately, it wasn’t such a great fit this time, and I had to leave it open a crack.

Fortunately, that gave me a nice little peep hole. I could see a young girl being chased. She was, what, thirteen? Probably a seventh grader here. She was small, but running pretty darn fast. I could see her stop and pant in front of my door, and recognized the red uniform. She put her hands on her knees and sweat beaded down her face.

The girl had brilliant red hair, and freckles over the bridge of her nose. She perked up, looked behind her, and started running again.

A moment later, I saw Abby, Marget, and whoever the last one was called run after her. Definitely not good signs. At this point, anybody that Abby didn’t like was a person I liked, so I decided to follow them.

I counted to ten and raced after them, trying to keep my steps light and soft as possible. I am, to be truthful, not the most quiet person, mainly because I really don’t like being quiet, but I did a pretty decent job, staying at least a hallway behind them.

I listened to their shoes clack across the floor, relying more on sound than sight. I wondered why they were chasing the new girl, and I realized that I had just left Lexie stuffed in a closet. Oops. She would forgive me, especially if this paid off. Lexie was nice, she would understand. Hopefully.

I realized that they had stopped running. Either that or they had suddenly gone ninja mode and wasn’t making a single sound.

I peeked around the corner, and saw the new girl running straight at me. Like, literally, she was going to run into me if I didn’t do something quick. She was looking over her shoulder, so she didn’t see me.

I panicked and backpedaled, running into the first door I saw: The girl’s bathroom/showers. Honestly, there weren’t any guys here. So I guess I could just say “bathroom”, but it’s nice to classify it how it is.

Anyhow, I ducked inside the and I heard a cry of pain and movement going on.

“I got her!” I heard Marget, and the new girl cried out.

“Get off me!” She shouted. “I’ll-mmph!” She was cut off, presumably by Marget’s hand, just like she had done to me.

“Shut up, twerp,” Marget said venomously, soft, but not soft enough for me to mishear it. “Shut your mouth or you’ll be sorry.”

“She’s going to be sorry anyways,” I heard the other girl (not Abby) growl. “You’re the only one we could catch, so you better get talking.”

Bad news: Apparently, going into the bathrooms was a good idea because I had barely five seconds notice to get away before they barged through. Luckily, I was already moving into a stall and I locked it quickly but quietly, being careful to make no sound. I peeked through one of the in between the door again, training my eye on Abby and her friends, and their new captive.

The new girl was fighting, but as I said, these girls could be wrestling champs. They bulged with, I would like to say fat, but it really was muscle. The new girl was smaller, shorter, and was decently athletic-looking, I suppose, but she stood no chance against the older girls.
I saw Marget uncover the girl’s mouth. Abby frowned, hands on her hips. “So, where is it?”

The younger girl was trembling, but she put on a brave smile. “Like I’d tell you. You went after the wrong girl.”

Abby glared down at her. Marget was holding the redhead’s arms behind her back, but the girl was still twisting and squirming, trying to break lose to no avail. Abby frowned. “Look, we’re wasting time here. If you don’t tell us, we WILL make it very uncomfortable for you.”

The girl blinked, then shook her head. “I might be willing to tell you if I knew you, but I don’t. You’re just another nobody that I have to beat, and I’ll beat you no matter what it takes.”

“Well, you certainly aren’t going to do it now,” Abigail said lazily. “So, where is the thing we’re looking for?”

“What? We’re looking for something?”

Marget twisted her arms and the young girl cried out in pain. “We’re not joking here, girly. Stop messing around and tell us, or you’ll regret it.”

The young girl actually laughed. “The more time you spend on me, the more time the others will get to find what you’re looking for. Hurt me all you want.”

Marget looked up at Abby. “Can I? She said I could hurt her all I wanted.”

I saw the redhead pale. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Abby scowled. “I hate to admit it, but she’s right. We ARE time on her. But let’s leave her with a goodbye present.”

I watched, wondering what they were doing, as Marget and her friend started brutally tearing off the other girl’s clothes, forcing it off the other girl when she resisted, all the while restraining her arms. They took off her coat and shirt first, then slipped off her skirt, until she was standing nearly naked in her lacy red bra and panties, almost as deep a red as her hair. Her blush was even deeper.

The two bigger girls started dragging her to one of the showers, opening the curtain. Abby passed them some two pairs of handcuffs. She struggled, but all she got was a sponge in her mouth, and some kind of black ball stuffed into her mouth. It was made of plastic or rubber or something, and it was buckled behind her mouth. Marget cuffed her hands in front of her, then lifted it up above her head.

Marget then cuffed one cuff around the handcuffs and the other cuff to the metal pole that held up the curtains. This kept her hands together and elevated above her head.

A bead of sweat dripped down the new girl’s face, and it dripped with some of the drool that came from the girl’s mouth. She shifted a little as Abby took out a third handcuff that cuffed around her ankles, restricting those two. Abby glanced up, noticing the sweat on her face.

“What’s wrong?” She mocked. “Are you a little hot? Funny, I thought you’d be a bit cold by now.” Abby smiled, and I wondered if I never knew Abigail at all. I had never known her like that before. Right now, she was being sadistic, enjoying the younger girl’s nervous demeanor and helplessness.

“Let me help you cool off,” She pointed the shower head at her and set it at ice cold and turned it on, bathing her nearly naked body in freezing waters. The girl gasped into her gag, her eyes widening in surprise. My heart plummeted. You could make someone sick like that, but Abby and her friends didn’t seem to mind.

“Mmph! Mmmph!” The girl pleaded, using her eyes rather than her voice, but Abby ignored her.

“Let’s go.” She said and started walking away, a small smile on her face. But on her way out, she stopped, and looked at the stalls. In my direction, directly at me. I realized that she could see my shoes under the stall. Abby was looking straight at me.

“Guys…” She said uncertainly. I knew I had to act.

I burst open and pushed her down, and she shrieked and yelled, but I was already running.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Tue Jan 21, 2014 7:36 pm

There’s something exhilarating about running for your life. Not that I was running for my life, but I might as well have been, because that’s exactly what I felt like.

The hallways, classrooms, doors, furniture, everything blurred past me in seconds as I raced as fast as I could. I was tired and cramped a little bit for sitting in a CLOSET for the last hour or so, but I couldn’t recall an instance where I had run so fast. It was one of those times where you did things in the blur of the moment, your body going to its limits because it had to.

Still, Abby and the Uglies were still behind me, and as I keep repeatedly mentioning, they weren’t exactly regular people, so that meant that despite my speed, they were probably faster than me, which was absolutely terrible.

I panted, despite the adrenaline pumping through me, I was starting to tire and slow. It wasn’t like we had P.E class here, but I was still fit. Even so, I had been going full sprint for nearly a minute, and my sprint was quickly decreasing to a regular old run.

I rounded a corner and stopped, then waited until they were close and stuck out my foot. I had no idea what I was doing; it was more like my body was moving faster than my brain. I felt a wrench against my ankle, Marget tripped head over heels, and like bowling pins her friend and Abigail tumbled over Marget, sprawling on the floor.

Okay. That worked.

I didn’t stop to be impressed with myself. I was already running by the time Abby smacked her fat head on the floor. I heard them groan as I raced away.

Suckers! Well, not that I could really talk. I wondered where I could run, but then I realized that I should go to the last place they would look.

I ducked and backtracked back into the bathrooms.

The redhead was there, staring at me with wide eyes. “Mmph?” she mumbled, jiggling her chains and wincing at the cold water rushing down her back.

I checked behind me just to make sure Abby and her minions weren’t sneaking up, then walked over and turned off the cold water. I removed the rubber ball from the girl’s mouth and she spat out her cloth.

She smacked her lips. “Who are you?”

“You’re welcome,” I replied. “I’m Jen.”

“Thanks,” The girl said, shaking her hair to get some of the water out. “I’m Jeannie.”

“Jeannie, eh?” I leaned against the wall, despite a few drops of water on it that soaked into her shirt. I realized that I was still breathing heavily. The run had taken more out of than I had expected. I wouldn’t be surprised if I had woken up half the school with that little chase. “Sorry, can’t do much more. I don’t exactly have the keys.”

Jeannie nodded. “That’s okay. Why would you do this for me? Aren’t we supposed to be doing all this for ourselves?”

“Can’t you just accept it?” I complained. “I just did you a favor.”

“Humor me,” the girl said. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere.”

“You’re annoying, and I barely even know you,” I muttered. Why did she need such an explanation? If I were in her shoes, I would be a heck lot more grateful than she was being to me. “Fine. How about this? I don’t like those three, so anybody that they don’t like is a friend of mine. Plus, I couldn’t just stand there while those three did that to you. So I was being nice, how is that?”

“But we’re not supposed to be nice,” Jeannie protested. “I mean, I’m thankful and everything, but those girls were just doing what anybody would do. What are you doing this for? Helping others is just giving them an advantage, so they can win later. If I win, then whatever you’re going for won’t happen, isn’t that right.” Her gaze seemed to pierce through me. “So. What is it that you want? The wish that Ms. Kaine says she’ll grant you?”

I didn’t know why I was telling her, it was like a voice was urging me to. We thought differently, but I just wanted to tell her why. “Someone close to me is sick, and I’m going to save that person. No matter what it takes, I’m going to win this thing. But I’m not just going to stand and watch someone else suffer for no reason. Even if they might get back at me, or they’re my competitors, or they just simply don’t appreciate what I’m doing for them.”

Jeannie sighed. “Don’t you see? Don’t you see the entire REASON why everybody is doing anything they can, everything they can, no matter what, to win? Why everyone you meet is going to go to any lengths to win?”

“What do you mean?”

“People are changing all around you. Everybody has something different, something that wasn’t there before. It’s only for others to take advantage of what life throws at you. You want to win; you’ve got a good reason for it. But I can’t let you win. Because if you win, then I lose. I can’t lose, and neither can everyone going for the finish.”

“I don’t get it.”

The chained girl sighed. “For such a kind person, you really are dense, aren’t you?”

I glared at her. “Shut up.”

She gave a bemused look. “Let’s put it this way. You want to know the reason I’m doing this, following Ms. Kaine’s crazy scheme? You see, I was brought here because it was cheap, because I’m living alone. Because I’ve lived alone almost my entire life. Once I get out of here, once I turn eighteen, I’ll be living on the streets. My parents are dead. I have no brothers or sisters. No one’s going to pay for me, or help me. I doubt I’ll get a job. Who would give it to a homeless girl with no talents or experience? If I don’t win, I might die. That’s my reason. The people in charge, they didn’t choose us just because we did well on whatever tests they gave us. They chose us because for whatever reason, each individual NEEDS to win, and will do whatever they have to in order to win.”

I remembered Lexie telling me about her brother. She needed to win too, at all costs, or her brother would be in trouble. I hated to face it, but Jeannie was right. Out of everything, none of us could lose. We were all backed into impossible corners, yet only one of us could get what they wanted. It wasn’t fair.

“You see now?” Jeannie said. “I’m trying to help you. You can’t help others, unless you want that person that you’re working for to die. Everyone is doing it personally; we can’t afford to help each other. If we do, then we’ll only be harming ourselves and the people we care about.”

“Sorry,” I growled. “But I helped you anyways. Now, if you’re done blabbing, I got to go and win this dumb thing. Then I’m going to help everyone that needs it, even you.”

Jeannie snorted. “Good luck.”

I turned to go.

“Wait.”

I looked back. “Yeah?”

“What you want to find, it’s inside the band room. You’ll find it there.”

I smirked. “What, you have a change of heart? I thought you said that you weren’t interested in helping others?”

Jeannie was younger than me, but her face was as stone cold as any adult’s. “I’m not. This is just returning a favor. We’re equal now.”

“Whatever,” I said. “Thanks for the tip.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Sat Jan 25, 2014 1:47 am

Large post. It still has quite a bit of tying-up, but that's mostly during the end. But the long, less interesting stuff is more important to the plot, if anybody cares about that.



“You’re back,” I said, crossing my arms.

“You stayed up all this time waiting for me?” Jen yawned, before crashing on her bed.

“Of course I did!” I exclaimed. “I’ve been worried sick. Do you know how long you’ve been gone? Five hours! You were gone for five hours! What the heck happened to you?”

“I wasn’t exactly wasting time out there. In my defense, I wasn’t doing a whole lot in the five hours, and the last thirty minutes I was trying to make Lexie look less like a pink mummy.”

I sighed. She was hopeless. I had tried to stay mad at her, but it was really hard when relief was winning out over anger. But she had me worried sick, for so long! I couldn’t describe what it was like. I had stayed up, waiting for Jen to come back. I could hear voices everywhere, people running around. But they had all started after most of the others had gone asleep. I had stayed dead-awake the entire time, listening, wondering if I should go out and try to help Jen.

“So, how’d it go?” I asked.

“I found the dang thing we were supposed to be looking for, met a few new people, hated a few more, the usual,” Jen replied, flopping on her bed, her eyes closed. “Man, am I tired.”

I rolled my eyes. “I can tell. If you’re back, then that means that this entire thing is over. What was it?”

She gave me a slip of paper, which had a paragraph, a poem scrawled onto it.


Remember as you walk by,
As you are now, so once was I,
I walked amongst these hallowed halls,
Unless stopped, we all must fall,
I am hidden, beneath the eyes,
Know that your friends speak only lies,
As I am now, so you shall be,
Remember this and follow me


“Ominous, right?” Jen said, her eyes still closed.

“What do you think it means?” I asked, quickly copying it down on my notebook.

“I don’t really care, I’ll think about it in the morning,” Jen replied. “I’ve had a long night.”

I softened. Jen was exhausted. I wondered what she had been through, she seemed different. Still annoying, but different. “Sure, rest. See you in dreamland.”




The next day Jen handed it over to Ms. Kaine, who was very pleased with what Jen had done. We had a copy slip, so that was all well. Jen had then walked out, going outside for whatever reason, but I didn’t mind.

I went on Jen’s newly acquired laptop, looking for what the words might mean. I wasn’t too experienced with computers, our family didn’t have one. But I had used ones at the library and at my old school, so I was able to navigate pretty well, even though this fancy gadget was five years ahead of anything else I had worked with.

I wondered what was really going on here. This was way bigger than either of us had previously thought. Something was going on here, and it seemed that no one wanted to do anything about it. Naturally, Jen thought that that meant that WE had to do something, which was more often than not bad news. But this time, she might actually be on to something.

First of all, we knew that our headmistress, Ms. Kaine, was the one behind this grand scheme. Also, apparently she had enough money to do pretty much anything, but not enough for us to get better cafeteria food. Well, what the heck.

Second, it seemed that they chose their little red-uniform club out of people not only worthy, but people that needed the prize at the end out of necessity. It had touched me that Jen had done it for my mom, but still, everyone else seemed to have equally daunting reasons for their desire to win. Still, if I had to bet, I would bet Jen hands down.

Third, Hannah seemed to be in the center of all this. She was the original reason we were caught up in this dang thing anyways. Goal number two was finding her, after winning. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much I could do about goal number one, so that meant it was probably up to me to find Hannah. According to Lan, who wasn’t altogether trustworthy anyways, Hannah was still here in the building or something. This meant that we could find her. Theoretically.

I looked up as Jen barged in. As usual, we were alone this morning. Jen had been gone maybe two hours, and it was almost lunchtime. Morning, but almost lunchtime. One of those times where you feel like you still have the rest of the day to do things.

“Honestly,” I said, “you seem to run off like this more and more. Where are you going anyways?”

“Never mind what I’m doing,” Jen said. “You find anything on that piece of paper?”

“Actually, yes,” I said, surprised that Jen would actually go to the more serious business. “It’s an epitaph, at least part of it.”

“What’s an epitaph?”

I sighed. “An epitaph is the words and markings on a gravestone. So what you’re looking at, what we found, is called ‘Passing by’, or at least a variation of it.”

“So, why’s it a variation?” Jen asked.

“Some of it was added,” I replied. “The original script is:


Remember man as you walk by,
As you are now so once was I,
As I am now, so you shall be,
Remember this and follow me,”


“What’s different?” Jen said, rolling her neck. She sat down next to me on the bed.

“Well, if you even spent a minute to look at the first one we found, it is VERY changed. The script that you found is effectively doubled. It has different wording stuck in the middle.”

Jen nodded, but her eyebrows bunched a little. However, her expression changed quickly again, more passive. “Okaaaay. So what? What’s cool about the new wording? What does it all mean?”

I studied the original message. “Well, the original epitaph is about death. It means that since the person is dead, the one that’s reading will be dead too, no matter what they do. The dead is reminding the living of mortality.”

“So what’s different?” Jen asked.

“The script we have here, it’s more like a warning.” I studied the piece of paper I had copied the script down on. “It’s telling us that they are still around, and that we shouldn’t trust people too easily. Also, it’s saying that we’ll suffer the same fate as the writer if we don’t do something about it.”

“Ominous,” Jen agreed. “So what do we take from it?”

“Don’t know,” I replied. “Not much we can take from it. Did Ms. Kaine tell you anything?”

“I’m pretty sure she still doesn’t like me,” Jen yawned. “But she was impressed, I’ll give you that. She said that she didn’t think I had the guts.”

“And what did you say to that?”

“I said that I didn’t think much of someone who has to send little girls to do their dirty work.”

“That must have gone well.”

“I was practically booted out of her office.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Well, I can’t say you didn’t deserve it.”

Jen laughed. “Sorry, but I couldn’t resist.”

I shrugged. “Whatever.”

Jen shifted on the bed. “Did you know two more people disappeared?”

“I wasn’t informed.”

Jen looked out the window. “Yeah, I just heard about it on my way here. Two more, that makes five missing. What are we going to do about this?”

“I can’t believe your still going on about US doing something.”

“Well, who else is doing anything? We have to. This is wrong. No one else is going to step up, so it might as well be me. And you, since I’m dragging you up with me.”

I grumbled. “Perfect.”

“I’m getting a new assignment soon,” she continued.

I sighed. “Not another one? Don’t they give you a moment’s break?”

“Relax, they’ll tell everyone involved about it tomorrow. I can rest easy today.”

“Like we ever rest easy. Just be careful.”

“I’ll be fine. You worry too much.”

“For good reason.”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so.”

“Good for you.”




“Hey!” Lexie waved over at me as I walked across the greenery. It was where we were meeting, to get on our next little adventure. Well, great. Lexie wasn’t the only one waiting though. Lan was there too, but if she seemed unhappy to see me, she didn’t show it. She simply nodded as I walked up.

“Ready for our next mission?” Lexie said with a smile.

“You make it sound like we’re secret agents,” I shrugged.

“Sorry,” Lexie apologized, not sounding sorry at all. “That last time was really fun, minus how we were tied up and all. I can’t believe you actually completed our task by yourself.”

“Ouch,” I replied, thinking back on the task. Three days had past already. “You give me too little credit. I handled it easy.” I hadn’t told her about my encounter with Jeannie. I had seen her across school a few times, and since our little talk, I didn’t know WHAT I thought about her and what she had said. It was just too jumbled up to share that information with anyone but Lucy, and that was for obvious reasons.

“So, Lexie,” Lan said. “What are we doing today?”

“We weren’t actually supposed to meet like this,” Lexie admitted, reaching into her coat pocket. She brought out two bracelets, bright yellow, the color of those crossing-guard people’s jackets, so they reflected light.

“What are these for?” I asked.

“This is an individual event,” she said. “We each put one on, and we can’t take them off. The point is to hunt down others with the bracelets, collecting as many as we can. The obvious point is to incapacitate others, and then just steal off their wrists, but it doesn’t need to be like that.”

“If we can just snatch it off of someone without them knowing,” Lan said doubtfully, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, but we do things together, so no going after each other,” Lexie said.

“Got it,” I said. “When does this start?”

“Uh, ten minutes ago, actually.”

“Then why are we standing here?”

“We really shouldn’t, I guess.”

I sighed. This girl, why was she always like this? “Okay, let’s go.”



Finding girls that were already victims were no problem. Once again, the halls and doors were closed; it was after curfew, etc. That meant that there was nobody out but us, which meant, well, yeah. Anything could happen, and we could get away with anything. As it was, we had already found three opponents tied up in front of us. Lexie and I had wanted to free them, but Lan reminded us that they would only become our opponents. She sounded so much like Jeannie, but I knew she was right. We were in this together, but who knew what these stranger’s motives were?

I looked at my reflective band. The thing practically glowed in the dark. It had a lock on it, and we were each given a key. However, our key couldn’t unlock our own, so that prevented the method of just taking off your bracelet and hiding it. Your key would only unlock other’s bracelets. Very clever. Whoever thought of this method was very worried about possible cheaters.

As well they should have been. All was fair in love and war, as they say. Whoever “they” were.

The three of us decided to set up a trap. Now, I was no Indiana Jones, so I could never make a trap or detect one, so I left it to Lan, who seemed to know exactly what we were doing. Lexie seemed to take the hint too, so I followed, wondering what the heck we were doing.

Once explained, I realized it was quite simple. We would go into one of those empty classrooms, then get find some sort of broom or something similar. Then we would tape the broom horizontally maybe a foot above the ground in front of the door. So when people walked in they would trip on the broom and we would take them down. Easy peasy.

We couldn’t really find a broom, so instead we stole a mop from a janitors cart-thing. To be honest, I didn’t really think we HAD a janitor; it was just a punishment for girls who misbehaved. Like me, for instance, when I set the trash can on fire. Good times, good times.

I helped my two friends (or sort of friends, whatever) to tape the broom up, and we tested it a little bit, but not so that we would make too much sound or that would just be asking for bad news.

Finally, when we decided that it was trap-worthy, or as trap worthy as it was going to get, we hid inside the classroom, just behind the door, out of sight. We could easily tie them up or whatever once they tripped. If there were multiple victims, then well, we were screwed. However, Lan was going out as the bait to try to lure some people into our trap. So that left Lexy and I to wait.
And wait…..

And wait………..

And wait……………..

If you hadn’t noticed before, I wasn’t too good on patience. If you asked me, I would rather have everything just happen immediately. If you want something done, the do it. If you want to go somewhere, take the fast lane and hit the gas. Simple, right? If you don’t, then you’re just wasting time where you could have done what you want to do in the first place, if that made any sense.

I hadn’t really known Lan very long, but I definitely preferred her with me rather than against me. She was always pretty focused and she was a quick thinker. At least, she was a quick thinker when Lucy and I had first met her. Anyhow, she was good at this entire thing.

Speaking of which, I was starting to suspect she might have gotten caught or something, because this girl was taking FOREVER to be bait. For heaven’s sake. Lexie didn’t really seem to be in a talking mode, so I was bored out of my mind. Honestly, I would rather be tied up than just waiting around. I mean, when you’re tied up, it’s not your fault that you can’t do anything. Plus, when you’re tied up, it’s more like the sensation of helplessness. It was different from doing nothing. Similar, but not the same. Like, you were TECHNICALLY doing nothing, but you were being forced to do nothing, so…… Never mind.

Suddenly, Lexie perked up and looked at me, a finger at her lips. I listened, and I heard footsteps. Running. Almost definitely Lan.

Finally, she was here!

Almost on cue, the door swung open and Lan vaulted over the broomstick. Unfortunately for the girl following her, she had no idea what was coming. Her foot cracked against the broom and she fell flat on her face.

Lexie was already moving and I was right behind her. The girl was (thankfully) the same age as us, so we could easily overpower her. She had her long hair in a braid in the back, along with the standard red uniform.

I grabbed her wrist and unlocked her wristband with the key, pocketing her wristband. Lexie secured her mouth and arms while Lan was tying up the girl’s ankles. This new girl was squirming, trying to wrench loose, but it was honestly three against one, not too good odds for her.

I went behind her and helped Lexie by getting out a gag. By now Lan was already tying knots on her knees. The girl didn’t want to open her mouth, but after some prodding I was able to get some tissues inside then tie a cleave gag through her teeth. I secured the gag at the back of her head, muting her squeals. Now, I could just stand back and watch as Lan started tying her crossing her wrists and tying them together. I was feeling sorry for her; she looked the same age as me, but hey, she fell for it. Not my fault.

Lan was really fast, but efficient as well. She was able to loop it and tighten the cotton rope in seconds, giving the girl barely any time to struggle uselessly at her bonds. Each time Lan finished a tie the girl got more and more restricted. When Lan was finished, the girl’s elbows were tied together as well. Her arms were pinned to her back by ropes above and below her breasts, and then her knees were tied to her chest by their respective bindings at the knees and shoulders. Finally, Lan had tied her wrists to her ankles, making a ball-hogtie. The girl couldn’t even roll around; all she could do was wiggle helplessly in her bindings.

“I feel kind of bad about this,” Lexie muttered.

“It’s fine,” Lan said. “She’ll be found. I’ll find a place to dump her.”

“Let me go with you,” I offered. Honestly, I was getting bored of this cooped up old classroom, even if something exciting had just happened. I needed to get out and walk around, to do something.

Lan shrugged. “Okay, fine. Let’s go.”

“See you when you come back,” Lexie called.

I followed Lan, picking up the girl by the bindings attached to her back. She was heavy, but I suspected she was probably lighter than average. Just walking for a minute made my arms sore. Lan didn’t slow down either, and I wondered where we were going.

We walked across the school and outside one of the doors. Lan walked right into the woods and carefully placed the girl down on one of the bushes, way out of the way where her muffled cries of help would most likely not be heard for a while. Lan was gentle, but expressionless. Together, we started walking back.

The cold when blew and I licked my lips, freezing. It wasn’t winter or anything, but still, cold. Not my kind of weather.

“So,” Lan said. “What are you up to?”

I shivered. I had wondered when this would happen. “Meaning?”

Lan kept walking, not looking at me. “You and your sister, Lucy. What are you two doing? I still remember what happened. What you two did.”

“Sorry about that.” I held the door open and the two of us walked back inside.

“I wasn’t asking for an apology.”

Sheesh, I don’t apologize to just anyone. This time, she really did deserve one, or maybe not, since I was doing the right thing. I think. Anyhow, Lan wanted answers, but how was I supposed to give them. Lucy should be the one doing this, not me. I didn’t have the patience to go around explaining about everything I wanted to do and had done.

“You know what we’re doing is wrong,” I said. “We all know what we’re doing is probably wrong, but we’re all doing it for selfish reasons. My cousin and I want to stop them, somehow, or at least find out what they are doing and leak it out to the government.”

“That’s quite a thing to do,” Lan commented as we walked up the steps to the second, then third floor. “If that’s what you want, then why not do it? Just snap a few pictures and turn them in. That’ll be enough for the police to come looking, and it will all unravel from there.”

I gave a bitter smile. “It’s not as easy as that.”

“No,” Lan interrupted. “It IS as easy as that. But that’s not what you’re after. That’s not the only reason you’re doing this, why you are so wrapped up in everything. You want the prize yourself. That’s the only thing preventing you from doing just that, from shutting down this entire thing. That’s the only thing everyone’s doing this for.”

I blinked, stunned. She had figured it out in a heartbeat. Then again, she was probably having a similar mindset on the entire situation. After all, we were all in this together. We all had something in common, the desire to win. “Fine. You got me. Then why do you want the prize in the end? What’s in it for you?”

“That’s a secret I’ll be keeping to myself,” Lan replied.

“Naturally,” I muttered. We walked down the hallways, back to the classroom where Lexie was. It was dark, but my vision had long adjusted.

“Your cause is quite noble,” Lan said with a smile. “But do you really think you’ll be able to stop this entire thing? It’s bigger than you could possibly imagine.”

“I can imagine an awful lot. To answer the first question, heck yes. This thing is going to come down bigger than 9/11.”

“You presume,” Lan said, “that you and your sister, two teenage girls, can take down an entire organization of this magnitude?”
Lan still wasn’t looking at me, but I turned my head towards her. “First of all, Lucy isn’t my sister, she’s my cousin. Second, you seem to know a lot more about this than you’re letting on. How exactly big of a thing are we dealing with?”

“We? Whoever said anything about that?”

“Why I outta-“

“Shut up!” Lan’s demeanor changed instantly. Her eyes changed from slightly mocking to serious and she held a finger to her lips. I listened, but didn’t hear anything. I wondered if Lan had hearing problems.

“What are you-“

“Shut up!”

Gosh. Well, whatever. Be that way. I stood as still as I could, trying to breathe through my nose. What was it that she heard? If she heard someone then she must have the hearing of a rabbit. Either that or I was really loading up on the earwax.

Then, I DID hear something. Voices, coming closer. Not good news. Lan turned to me and held up five fingers. Five people. Way too much for us to handle. One, sure. Two, maybe. Five? Yeah right, we might as well try to run from a cheetah. There were too many of them.

Lan pointed the other way, and we sneaked away from the direction, trying not to make any sound. But that meant we were going pretty slowly. Soon I could hear individual words.

“This is where we’re supposed to meet up, right?”, was the first words I heard.

Lan realized it a second before I did. Voices were coming from the direction we were headed too. We were trapped on both sides.

Dang it.

The group behind us had stopped, but that wasn’t going to do us a whole lot of good, seeing as how another group was going to catch us right then and there. Great, just great. This was most certainly a lose-lose situation.

She pointed two fingers ahead, and mouthed “On three.” She held up three fingers. One…. Two…….. Three!

Together the two of us bolted to the voices. They must have heard our footsteps because the talking abruptly stopped. I soon saw them despite the poor lighting, more like shapes and silhouettes than actual features.

I saw the surprise in their faces as Lan barged right past them, knocking one of their feet and the other off balance. I slammed into the second girl, sending her to the ground and into her accomplice. By the time we heard yells for help we had a pretty good lead.

I smiled as I ran; the sheer exhilaration was both terrifying and exciting. My desperation lent energy to my legs, keeping me at my top sprint when I would have otherwise slowed down. Despite this, my speed was nothing compared to Lan. I was actually a pretty athletic girl, better than Lucy at least. When I had done P.E in my old school, I was most certainly above average. But Lan was in another class of her own, at least in running. She took long strides, but quickly, and her legs practically blurred. She was impossibly fast, gaining quickly even at my sprint, and only increasing in pace.

I could hear the other girls, five or six of them, running after us. We were fast, but there sure were a lot of them. Lan slowed down a bit and grabbed my hand, and we raced down the stairs forever, at the same pace. We took the stairs three at a time, racing down to the second floor. I risked a look back to see that the girls jumped from the third floor to the second parkour-style, rolling to come up.

Lan seemed to be some kind of never-ending running machine, but that wasn’t me. Despite my adrenaline, I was running out of diesel, and fast. I had presumed that Lan had grabbed my hand to stay at the same pace, but I knew I was just slowing her down. She would have lost them by now.

Gosh, I hated being a liability. I actually liked other people being a liability for me. It’s not that I liked being better than others (that was fine with me) it’s that I liked helping or slowing down for people who weren’t as good as me. So, being the liability this time was to say a new experience I suppose.

But the good news was our running was starting to pay off. Despite my apparent lack of speed, it was faster than our pursuers. The sounds of those behind us soon became quieter and quieter, as we got farther and farther.

That is, until things went very, very wrong.

Three girls stood in front of our path, maybe thirty feet away, hands on their hips, in the lamest self-superior position they could think of. Please. Still, it wasn’t so good for us. How could they get here so fast? Had they anticipated our destination? I didn’t see how, seeing as how we had no idea where we were going.

“Other way,” Lan said, practically skidding to a stop. She didn’t even sound out of breath, while I was huffing and puffing behind her. We turned, but that gave our chasers just enough time to close the gap behind us. We were trapped. Again.

Lan cursed, and we stood back to back. The good news was that our pursuers didn’t look so good; they were just as tired as we were. The bad news was that the newcomers looked pretty fresh and ready to go.

I really hoped Lan had a plan, becaue I didn’t. They advanced slowly, partially because they were tired. Lan wasn’t even panting, but there were five girls, all clad in the red uniform.

With lightning speed Lan rammed her shoulder into the smallest and youngest in front of her, knocking her down. Using the element of surprise, she pushed down the second one. The third tried to grab her, but Lan stepped forward, grabbing the girls shoulder and slamming her head into the other girl’s, causing her to stumble and topple to the floor.

Unfortunately for me, I had turned to watch Lan take care of business on the other side. The two girls had grabbed me, one grabbing my arms and holding them behind my back, another muffling my cry with a hand clutching over my mouth. I had been so distracted I had completely forgotten that I had to pay attention.

Lan looked hesitant, but the girls she had just shish-kebabed were already coming to. She gave me a sorrowful look and ran off, leaving me alone.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Sat Jan 25, 2014 8:54 pm

Nice action sequences! And I imagine that Ms. Kaine's plan involves something more sinister than just a contest among desperate girls...
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Re: How Our School was Kidnapped

Postby Jay Candice » Sun Jan 26, 2014 1:33 am

Mister Mistoffelees wrote:Nice action sequences! And I imagine that Ms. Kaine's plan involves something more sinister than just a contest among desperate girls...


Oh, yeah. Got that right.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb