𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨

𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚 groans as she leans against the cool metal behind her back, grimacing as her eyes meet with Teresa's.

"If I could move right now, I'd kill you." The small brunette seethed as she thrashed her un injured wrist against the metal—making the chains clank together.

"I'm sorry" Teresa whispered as she turned to walk away from the small girl, not wanting to face the fuming girl any longer.

Blake scoffed as she watched the other girl. "Yeah, sorry you got caught." The girl spat out as Teresa turned to meet Blake's scowl. "Wait till I get my hands on you. The second I break free—you're dead."

Teresa blinks in shock at Blake's threat, opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water. Shaking her head, Teresa blinks once more before actually walking away.

"On your feet!" A guard shouts in Blake's face, making the girl slightly flinch back as she glares above her.

Deciding to take her time, Blake very slowly points to the handcuffs chained to the railing next to her—raising her brows at the guard who stands above her as the rest of the teenagers start piling out.

"I would like to obey your orders—but" Blake sends the guard a tight and cocky smile, titling her head down to her wrist. "Kinda hard when I'm chained up."

The guard simply scoffs and rolls his eyes behind the mask. Crouching down to the girl's level he reaches behind him to find the key.

Blake's emerald orbs trail over the guard as he unlocks the one hand cuff from the rail.

As Blake stands with the guard in unison, she quickly throws her head forward and head butts the man in front of her—making the guard stumble back and raise his hand up to his mask.

Quickly, the small brunette shakes her head from the aching pain before kicking her feet into a sprint, noting the absence of guards and teenagers through the aircraft.

Blake's lips pull into a smirk as she makes a break for it—running to the exit.

A sudden crack of electricity shoots through the girl's body, sending her to the ground below her as she groans.

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

Blake groans as her heart hammers against her chest, panting and blinking rapidly as a figure blocks the artificial lights from above.

"Can't escape this time." Janson says as he looms over the small brunette, making the girl roll her eyes and scoff out a laugh.

The man then reaches down to grab a handful of Blake's shirt, slightly cutting of her air supply from the material digging into her neck as he hands her off to a guard behind her.

"We are going to have fun." Janson grins evilly "Especially with Thomas out of the way."

Blake swallows a lump in her throat as the guard wraps his hands around both of her legs—hauling the girl over his shoulder.

Groans escape from the small brunette's lips as she lands on her cell's floor with a thump.

Emerald eyes blur with tears as she hears the metal door scraping the floor to shut behind her.

Pushing her weak and shaky palms against the cold tile beneath her, Blake lets a single tear fall as she raises her head to scan the tiny room around her.

Shaky hands push to sit herself up, holding in a whimper as she brings her knees to her chest.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥. Blake thinks to herself as she brings her shaky hands out in-front of her—blinking as she stares at the blood and dirt caked all over her small hands.

More tears cloud the small girl's vision as she chokes back a sob, letting the water works flow as she comes to terms with her situation.

Bored and exhausted emerald orbs gaze at the blank wall in front of her, sighing as Blake squeezes her eyes shut. The small brunette leans against the wall fiddling with her hands as her legs bend at an angle, keeping her upright against the metal behind her.

"Anyone there?" A familiar voice faintly whispers

Green eyes widen as her head whips to the direction of the voice. "Hello?" Blake answers as she crawls over to a small vent.

"Blake? Is that you?"

A sigh leaves the girl's lips.

"Min?"

Minho lets out a sigh of relief from the other side of the vent. "It's me, Blake. I'm here." His shaky voice sounded through the vent.

"Are you okay?" Blake asks

"Yeah—yeah. I'm good. You?"

"I'm okay." Blake answers softly as she plops herself down to sit in front of the vent. "You know—besides being tossed around like a rag doll and tased three times."

The boy's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Three?"

Blake chuckled as she recalled the moment a few hours earlier. "Head butted a guard and tried to make a run for it—but got tased for the third time."

This time, Minho chuckled. Rolling his eyes at his best friend's antics. "You know, for someone really smart...that was a dumb decision."

Blake shrugged her shoulders as if the boy could see. "At least I tried."

"And failed—"

Emerald eyes rolled as she brought her shaky hands up to pick at her cast. "Don't remind me."

A second of silence follows before Minho speaks again. "You think Thomas will come for us?"

Blake's lashes fluttered as she blinked. "Yeah." The girl whispered before clearing her throat. "He will. But I don't expect it to be anytime soon."

Minho only nodded his head slowly in agreement from the other side.

"Till then, though." Blake trailed off as she let her hands fall to her side "𝙒𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠. 𝙉𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨."