Code-Red Lockdown: A Short Story

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Instead of just staring at me tonight, she grabbed my hand and the skin under hers started to burn. “Get off me!” I shrieked. I bolted straight up in my bed screaming for her to stop when I realized it was just a another nightmare. I wiped off the bead of sweat on my forehead as I ran my hand through my tangled hair. The burning sensation was still stinging me on the backside of my wrist I looked down at my wrist to see what was bothering me. A strange yet beautiful marking marked my wrist with small little letters under it. Dismissing the mark I got up to get ready for school even though I dreaded it. I use to be happy to get ready for school, I use to be the at the top of the food chain but my father’s death changed that. Before I …show more content…

I cursed under my breath and grabbed Annabeth and dashed through the hallway to get to our advisory. I opened the door just as the tardy bell rang and sighed in relief.I slid into the seat next to Annabeth just as the announcements started. I zoned out until our principal yelled through the intercom ,“ We are going into a code-red lockdown, we have a break in!” My teacher Mrs.Wilcox quickly got up and said urgently, “ Everyone go into the corner and be quiet.” She locked the door and scurried to join us in the corner. We sat deadly silent just as we heard keys jingling in the keyhole. We all stared at door fearfully just as the lock opened with a pop. A masked boy and man strolled into the room carrying big guns that swinged lazily by their sides. The boy cleared his throat, and said ,” Athena Adrianna Ambrosia rise up or,” his unusual colored eyes lit up mischievously ,” I’ll shoot.” I wobbly stood up trembling in fear. He strolled to me and grabbed my arm and started to drag me to the door while I struggled and pleaded for him to let go of me. He took me out of my classroom and exited the school with the masked man right at our heals. He paused and took something out of his pocket and whispered “Sorry ‘bout this.” He then plunged a syringe into the side of my neck and plunged whatever was in it into my bloodstream. My sight started to cloud and the last thing I saw before …show more content…

I groaned and held my head because of my pounding headache. That’s when the day's events came rushing back to me. My eyes adjusted as a maid scurried into my room with a tray of food and laid it next to me and hurried out of my door. I grabbed the tray as I realize how hungry I really was. I munched on some french toast and studied the room I was in. It had 4 large glass windows and it was painted a midnight blue with furniture. I shoveled the rest of the food into my mouth and drank some milk, when a beautiful boy opened the door. In a gruff voice he said “ Follow me.”Who does he think he is for kidnapping us then telling us what to do? A voice in my head said. I felt the crazy anger that I long ago stored a way. I let the very well known darkness take over. “What’s happening to me.” I said while tugging at my hair.Without me knowing the boy grabbed my hand tugging me too the

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