Sunday, March 22, 2015

Story Day 17


Although she shouted, pleaded and eventually, much to her shame, cried, nothing she did seemed to have an impact on her captors.  After what seemed like hours, she was finally addressed by the voice again.
“When you give us what we want, you can have your little friend back.” The voice was monotone and oddly genderless.  Casey pushed her hair out of her eyes, stood up straight and addressed the voice, trying to sound in control and unafraid.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.  This is illegal you know.  I’m going straight to the police the first chance I get.”

“There are no police. They are the first ones we disposed of,” replied the voice. Casey had no answer.
“You are only here because we permit you to be,” said the voice. “You and your male companion have information we need, and we will not hesitate to extract this information using force, if needed.”
“But I don’t know what you want,” said Casey, pleadingly.
“You know,” said the voice, “you just need to remember.”
Casey was marched down the suburban street, surrounded by teens who were now quite, staring forward. The roads were abandoned. Until they turned another street corner.

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