“We want to see the extent of Dakota Hunter’s training, so when she wakes up, you’re going to hold this gun to her, and command her to follow you, we’ll see what her initial reaction is. If you don’t do this you will be punished.” A mans voice threatened.
Dakota’s eyes blinked open, and she saw a teenage girl about her age and a man towering over her handing her a gun. “Yes sir.” The girl obeyed, retrieving the gun. “But what if I get hurt?”
The man leaned into her and grabbed the collar of her shirt, “Then she will be far more useful to us then you.”
He let go, and the girl sucked in a shaky breath. The man left the room, and the girl sat down in a chair. She had dark red hair, curled into large ringlets, she had expensive wrinkled clothing that obviously had been slept in for days. She glanced at Dakota, and she closed her eyes. The girl sighed. She seemed familiar to Dakota in some way, but she couldn’t place where she had seen the girl before. Dakota turned over onto her other shoulder, “Are you awake?” The girl asked from behind her.
Dakota decided to play along, it seemed that if this girl didn’t do as she was told something horrible would happen to her. Dakota sat up, and looked at the girl, “Where am I, and who are you?”
“I cannot give you that information,” the girl stood up, “but I can tell you this, if you don’t do as I say, you will not live to see another day.”
She pointed the gun at Dakota, “Stand up!” She commanded.
Dakota slid out of the bed and stood up at the girls command. She looked into the girls face, now she recognized who she was. She was the top news story in America. Her father was loaded with money, and worked in Washington D.C., she recently had been kidnapped. Dakota strained to remember her name, she recalled her name was, Sarah King. Sarah grabbed one of Dakotas arms and bent it behind her back, while she held the gun to Dakota’s side. The gun dug into her ribs, as she forced Dakota out into the hall.
She could hear the deep frightening breath’s of Sarah as they walked down the hall to wherever she was taking her. “I know you’re Sarah King.” Dakota whispered.
Sarah breathed in deeper, “How do you know my name?” She asked.
“Answer me!” She forced the gun into Dakota’s side.
“You’re all over the news. Everybody is looking for you.”
Sarah was silent for a moment, then made Dakota halt. “Do they know where I am?” She paused, then whispered frantically, “Please fight me, if they don’t get to see how skilled you are, I will be the one punished.”
Dakota thought for a moment, then took action. She kicked Sarah in the stomach and she went sprawling back. Sarah regained control, and ran for Dakota. Sarah kicked her side, and they went on fighting for five minutes- Dakota mainly defended herself though. Finally Sarah kicked Dakota’s legs out from under her, and Dakota landed with a crash on the concrete floor. Sarah pinned her down, and held the gun to Dakota’s head. “Get up!” Sarah commanded, once again in her gruff voice.
Dakota stood up, and Sarah continued to lead her down the hallway. Dakota whispered to Sarah, “If they were going hurt you, if you didn’t get me to fight you, why would you have not just shot them with the gun you’re holding?”
Sarah answered simply, “It’s not loaded.” She paused, “But theirs are.”
Sarah and Dakota entered a large room with several computers, two men and a woman stood there waiting. Sarah shut the door behind her, and stood to the side of the door holding the gun, and let go of Dakota. She waited to see what would happen. “So, you’re Dakota Hunter?” The woman asked.
Dakota didn’t answer, “Well, are you?”
“Yes.” Dakota whispered.
The woman smiled smugly, “I know.”
She’s creepy. A man, standing beside Creepy, with red hair, and vibrant green eyes spoke, “We have chosen you to help us in a very special operation.” Red smiled.
“What if I don’t help?” Dakota asked, hesitant.
He frowned, “Then you will not ever go back to your family, and we will have no need for you.”
A chill ran down Dakota’s spine. “What am I helping with?”
Red turned to the other man with blonde hair, “Take them back down to the basement.”
The blonde man, who Dakota realized was the man who threatened Sarah, opened the door and shoved them out of the room. Dakota studied him for a moment, and spotted a gun on his belt, and she could tell by the nasty look on his face that if she tried to run, he would shoot. He led them down the hall, with a scowl on his face. Everything she saw reminded her of a crime movie, except for one thing, this was real.
Blonde brought them to a door at the end of the hall. He opened it up to some stairs, and took them down, as they descended she noticed Sarah’s hands were shaking. She is really frightened of this man. What did he do? Dakota trudged down the last few steps, and entered into a basement. She glanced around and found the room was supported by many beams, and had no windows, on one side of the room was an empty desk. There was a group of four kids, over in a corner huddled close together.
When they heard Sarah, Dakota, and Blonde guy, they glanced at them but didn’t say anything. They just turned back around, after giving cold stares to Blonde. He shoved Sarah and Dakota further into the room, “Go join your stupid friends, and be ready for tonight, ‘cause we got some business for you.”
Blonde ascended back up the stairs, and left the room, slamming the door shut coldly. It reminded her of the times she had slammed her door after an argument with her parents. Dakota wondered if she would ever see them again. The kids, huddled in the corner, rushed to Sarah, and hugged her tightly. Dakota ran silently up the stairs, and inspected the lock. She heard a girl crying, and telling Sarah they thought they were going to kill her.
Dakota jiggled the lock, and found it barely moved. She crouched down and examined the floor for a paper clip, or bobby pin. Her search was fruitless, and she ran back down the stairs, and started searching in the desk she had seen.
One of the teenage girls saw Dakota searching the desk, and approached her, while the others asked Sarah questions. “If you’re looking for something to pick the lock with, there’s nothing. We have all searched thoroughly for something, but there’s nothing.” She admitted.
Dakota froze in position. There’s nothing? No hope for escape, no there has to be another way to escape besides picking the lock. Something. Then she remembered a verse she had seen about hope, And so LORD, where do I put my hope? My only hope is in you. She took a deep breath in, and asked God to give her hope. Dakota felt nothing, but knew that He would answer her prayer. She faced the teenage girl, and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Brooklynn Mills, but you can call me, Brooke.”
“I’m Dakota Hunter.” She introduced herself.
Sitting next to Brooke made Dakota feel like a peasant. Brooke had long brown hair woven into a French braid, and her radiant green eyes shone with anticipation, her clothes were equally as fancy. Dakota felt ugly with only her frayed jeans and black t-shirt that read, Keep calm and freak out! “Who are they?” Dakota asked, gesturing to the kids still pestering Sarah.
Brooke pointed to the only other girl, who had beautiful dirty blonde hair, “That’s Jordan, her real names Kylee but she prefers her middle name.” She pointed to a boy with dark black hair and green eyes, “That’s Samuel, and the last one,” she gestured at a tall boy- he was obviously a jock- with scraggly brown hair, “Is Ian, and I’m sure you’ve met Sarah.”
Dakota nodded. “So, you were kidnapped too?”
Brooke nodded, “How’d they get you?” Dakota asked.
Brooke sighed, “I was on my way home from school, when I noticed this car from behind me. I thought it was no big deal at first, but as I continued around, I realized it was taking every single turn I took. I knew I could be in trouble, so I walked into this restaurant and waited there. After a few minutes, I looked outside, and didn’t see the car, so I decided it’d be fine if I ran back home as quickly as I could. I left the building and ran home. When I was a block away, I felt someone grab me, and cold metal dig into my side. He said that if I didn’t follow him, he would shoot me.” Brooke shuddered.
“I was so scared I could hardly think. He led me to the car that had been following me, and shoved me in the back, then duct taped my hands and feet. By then I realized what was happening, and started kicking him with all my might, and calling him a Bull headed freak. When I called him that, he punched me in the face, and I passed out. Next thing I know, I’m here with Sarah and Ian.”
Dakota gave her a questioning look. “They hadn’t gotten Samuel or Jordan yet.” She paused, “So, how did they get you?”
Dakota relayed the happenings of that morning to Brooke, then asked what time of day it was. “We don’t really know. They only bring us one meal a day, and sometimes they send us out on an operation at night. But Samuel has calculated that approximately three hours after we wake up, they bring us food. Then about five hours later we fall asleep.”
That didn’t answer much. “What are the operations?”
Brooke opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of the basement door opening. Blonde and Red trudged down the stairs together. The sight of them turned Dakota’s stomach inside out, and made her want to throw up the little food she had eaten for breakfast. “You’re about to find out.” Brooke whispered to Dakota, as the twosome reached the bottom.
“We have some new business for you tonight.” Red smirked, “Put these on.”
Red man tossed blue ringlets at each one of them. Dakota caught hers, and examined it, it seemed to be a collar or something. Dakota froze, Oh no, not these. She had seen things like these at the police station her dad worked at. It was a shock collar. It was kind of like a shock collar dogs wore, but for humans. Police sometimes used them when they interrogated a criminal, they had a device that controlled when they’d turn on, and a tracking bug. “I hate these things.” Brooke whispered with disgust, then strapped the collar around her neck.
Dakota hesitantly strapped the collar around her neck, and wondered what they planned to do. “Tonight, you’re going to take this box to a certain friend of ours. When we get there you’re going to simply take the box to him, and he’ll hand over his pay. But don’t give the box to him until he gives you the money.” Red instructed.
“What’s in the box?” Ian asked.
Red glared at Ian, “That is none of your business, and if you even think about finding out, you know what will happen.”
Ian gulped, and nodded. “Come.” Blonde commanded gruffly, in a canadian accent.
They followed Blonde and Red out of the basement at a safe distance. They followed them until they got outside to the black Nissan car that had been in Dakota’s alley. They all climbed in, and she squeezed in next to Ian and Brooke. Ian glanced at Dakota, and whispered, “I know you’re new to this. But if you do anything funny, you’re done. So don’t run.” He whispered, harshly.
Dakota gulped, and asked God to protect her. She felt as if a protection blanket had slipped over her, and she relaxed. They entered a dark town, and Dakota studied it, trying to find out where they were, but it was too dark to see anything. She sat back in her seat, and waited anxiously to get out of the car. She didn’t care what Ian said- after all she didn’t know him- she was going to run for it. They stopped a few minutes later in an alleyway behind some buildings.
Too many allies. Dakota thought. She followed the other teenagers out of the car, and waited in the alley for the person they were supposed to meet. The Nissan drove away, as a dark figure appeared behind a building. He approached them with a mysterious strut, and ambition. He halted in front of Ian (Dakota was right next to him, so she got a front row seat), who held the box under his arm, “Are you the one I’m looking for?” The man asked.
The man wore such dark clothing that she couldn’t see a thing on his shadowed face. He just looked to be a black silhouette, like the one she had seen that morning. “Is this the box you’re looking for?” Ian asked.
The man appeared greedy as he reached for the box, but Ian pulled it away. “The money.” He demanded.
Dakota had to admit, Ian did seem to play the criminal type pretty well. The man cursed under his breath, and reached into his pockets. But instead of pulling out money, he brought out a gun. They all froze, the man pulled Dakota toward him and put a gun to her head. “All of you back up, and kick me the box. Or your accomplice dies.”
Dakota shook, she knew that they were not as loyal to her, as they were frightened of Red and Blonde. But they backed away, and stood there, staring at Dakota. “Good. Now boy, kick me the box.”
Ian seemed hesitant, and looked as if he might run and hide, but he kicked the box toward her captor. With one hand, he held Dakota’s arm behind her, and with the other, he picked up the box. Dakota saw her chance and took it. She grabbed his elbow, with her other arm, and-with effort- flipped him over her back, in front of her. Dakota saw her second chance, and ran past the man to her freedom. “Wait!” She heard Ian yell.
But she didn’t wait, she wanted to get out of there, and get to her family. But before she could get to the streets, an electric shock came from the collar she wore. She stopped and fell to the ground, grabbing a hold of the collar. She heard someone cry behind her, and finally understood. When one person disobeyed, they all got punished. The pain increased and climbed all the way through her body, then finally began to recline into numbness. The pain stopped, and Dakota lay on the ground crying from the pain, and the pain she had caused the others.
She heard the Nissan drive up, and saw the man she had taken down a minute earlier run by her. She stood up- with trouble- and walked to the car. Her legs felt like jello, and her head spun in different directions. She climbed into the back and waited for the others to get inside. They all seemed to be in pain, and appalled by the sight of Dakota. They drove back to wherever they were being held captive.
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