Captive
/ˈkaptiv/
noun
a person who has been taken prisoner or an animal that has been confined

His arm gripped mine tightly as he pulled me down the hallway, towards the restricted exit. He threw open the wooden door with much force, making me even more scared of him.

He skidded down the stairs quickly, pulling me along with him, almost causing me to fall. When we got outside the lab, the sun blinded me. It was hot on my porcelain pale skin. The heat felt like it was melting my skin, burning the top layer down, until it reached the bone and felt like it was heating it, leaving only a puddle in my wake.

"Keep moving," the blonde boy said through gritted teeth, making me realize that I had stopped moving momentarily.

I picked up my feet without a sound and walked faster than usual-trying to keep up with his long legs. His firm grip was like a vice around my wrist, much like pythons wrapping around my lower arm. It was torturous when he flexed, his muscles in his back tightening and my wrist feeling like it was breaking under the enormous pressure.

"Please stop," I whimpered as he continued his fast pace through the tunnel towards the other side. It was as if he didn't hear me, but I knew he did when his grip loosened.

When we reached the other side, there was a black car waiting. It was massive, and looked armored, but this didn't effect him as he moved swiftly and pushed me in when we got close. My breathing sped up as the door closed and I was trapped in the back. The front seats were pushed back and gave the effect that they were walls, pushing in to squeeze me.

The mysterious person jumped in after a few moments after running around to his side of the vehicle. He strapped a belt over his torso before turning the key in the ignition. My heavy breathing was getting worse as the car began to speed at a high rate. All of a sudden, the world was whipping past me, and I didn't know why.

Crystal blue eyes look back at me with concern flooding them. He searched my eyes for a sign to tell him what was wrong only to find panic and fear, which was not an answer to his unasked question. With his teeth coming in contact to his lip ring, he kept glancing between me and the road. His body gave off an aura of concern and deep thought. A few curse words fell out of his mouth as he hit a button on the wheel he had been holding and the speed stayed the same, but we didn't crash as he climbed in between the front seats to where I was seated.

"Shh," he cooed softly in my ear, holding my body unnaturally close to his. Usually I would be uncomfortable this close to someone, but I was eased by his actions as his grip tightened on waist and he held me against his chest to hear the clear beat of his heart. "It's okay. You're safe, I promise."

The space in the car seemed to envelope me into a tight cocoon as my mind raced. My breathing accelerated, somehow, even more so as we hit a bump in the road. The blonde boy cursed under his breath. I, on the other hand, was clinging onto his worn out Green Day t-shirt, the cloth feeling soft against my skin as my nails clawed into it relentlessly partially in fear and the other half in anxiety.

His comforting arms slithered out from around me as he pried me away from him. I let go, putting up no defense for his actions, and he climbed back over the middle console to his previous seat. His fingers wound tightly around the wheel when he pressed the same button as he had early. The vehicle sped up even more; enough to send chills down my spine and raise goosebumps on my arms. At first the steering he was doing with the wheel was not moving the motion of the car, but as soon as I thought that, the vehicle was flipped around and the engine was revving like I had seen on many YouTube clips from within the labs confines.

His head didn't even turn to check on me as he hit the accelerator with his foot, jolting me forward. The first few seconds were terrible, the car bouncing up and down on uneven ground and my body being thrown in any direction threatening to toss me around the car. Finally the bumps ceased and it was a smooth ride, causing the blue eyed devil in the front to step on the gas more. We were zooming along the edge of the woods at a lightening fast pace. I looked up in the trees, curiousity filling me, surprised to find what I did. Cameras.

'Why would they have cameras?' I wonder to myself, sitting back down in the seat of the armored vehicle.

Seconds later, the speed that I had become accostomed to wooshed out and the car came to a halt. I held on to the plush cloth seats so I wouldn't fly forward as the car went into a parking position. The boy's face didn't turn to comfort me, but instead, he took out the key and exited only to come to my door. He stood before me wearing a slight smirk while I looked at him cautiously before accepting his outstretched hand.

His hand clamped over mine as he tried to walk hastily towards the door. When I was finally catching up with him, his pace would pick up, causing me groan with annoyance internally. Once our feet had led us to the silver steel gate with bolts holding the thick metal in place, he entered a code into what seemed to be a fusebox, but clearly was a security lock when the metal moved up to make an entry way for us.

His hand stayed on mine as we walked in, dragging me when I began to lag. The first thing I saw when I entered was an area filled with rows and rows of computers much like the rooms in the lab only not all of them were occupied.  When I glance at the few people who were at those computers, they seemed to be in a zone that could not be broken easily. A muscled arm tugged mine as I looked up to find the blonde boy pulling me along, hawking me away from the entrance while I stared up at the walls and ceiling in shock.

This was the same place my twin was.

The frame of the building looked to be like a farmhouse, but instead of the customary red color, it was a rusted over, metallic color. In the few places that weren't a weird mixture of silver and brownish red, they were spray painted in the same design that I had seen when I was looking at the computer screen through my twin's eyes.

What is this place? I silently wondered to myself as I followed the boy who lacked a name down a corridor. The hall was not the same one I had seen, which both relieved and scared me. At least I knew at the end of this hallway, there was not an odd chair contraption waiting for me like it had for my sister, but what was at the end of this one? Was it worse?

Adrenaline wasn't the right word for what was pumping through my veins at that moment. Was it anxiousness? Maybe fear? Whatever it was, it made make my stomach flip and whirl.

"What's your name?" I asked quietly, suddenly not able to find my voice as I was too scared to.

"What?" the blonde with quiffed hair questioned incredulously, stopping mid-step and turning back to face me.

"If we are walking down a hallway that will potentially lead to my death, then I want to know the name of the person that lead me to my demise," I muttered under my breath, surprised he could decipher what I had said in my first sentence.

He let out a scoff before turning to continue walking down the hall. I followed behind him since I didn't exactly have any other choice besides that. We continued walking down the, now stone constructed, hall with rust marks making holes in the walls as if they took out nails or bolts when they began to rust.

We finally reached the end of the hallway, and my eyes squeezed shut for a few moments, adjusting to the new lighting, flooding the dome shaped atmosphere. There were six doors around the perimeter of the dome, each one being a good distance apart, giving the assumption that whoever had these rooms were pretty important. So quiffie boy was high up?

Quiffie boy led me to the third room on the left side of the passage way. He pulled his keys out of his pocket to open the door. When it was opened, his keys went back in his pocket and he held the door open for me as I entered the room. Thanking him softly, I entered the spacious interior, looking at all the designs filling the wall.

"Sorry about the lyrics on the wall. This was my old room, and I thought I would always have it so I decided to draw designs on it." he explained sheepishly, putting his hands into his pockets.

"It's cool, I like them," I stated, nodding my head at the majority near the bed in the corner of the room.

"Well if you need anything, I'm the door to your left," he told me, getting ready to duck his head minutely and head out of the stone doorframe to his bedroom.

"Thanks for your help quiffie boy," I called after him before he left.

His posture straightened as he turned his heel back to look at me. His face was priceless, and it took everything in me not to laugh. "Quiffie boy?" he asked, his voice raising slightly either in annoyance, confusion, humor, or all three.

"Since you won't tell me your name, I'm calling you quiffie boy." My arms crossed over my stomach in defiance as I looked up at him with a smug smirk on my face.

His head shook, keeping a blank look on it. "Clothes are in that closet, and your bathroom is in there," he informed me, gesturing to the closet and bathroom with his head. I gave him a simple nod. He turned on his heel again, beginning to leave, but turned around with a smug smirk on his face to match mine.

"Thanks for the new nickname Lissa," he said cheekily, winking at me. With that, he was out of my room, and the door closed behind him.

Edited: 30 September 2016