Kidnapped {D8} /// 46th Quell

[EMS]

Weaver Hunts
Sixteen | Male | District Eight

My hands wrap around a needle and thread sewing a jacket together. With winter moving in, the family needs help keeping warm. Wrapping wool around frail fingers, a nice hum flies past my lips. It's a joyful tune to what's to come. My sisters are asleep in the other room, and I'm staring through the window watching the sky turn darker. Something wicked comes this way, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Water drips from the facet trying to prevent the pipes from freezing. But it's never enough. My foot pumps against the sewing machine, and I'm doing all that i can. A smile twists across my face slowly spreading from ear to ear. One day, when I'm old enough, I'm going to sell these winter cloaks for a living. Mother and father provide enough for now, and I give what I can to my younger siblings. I lift my mug from the table taking a drink of my warm chocolate. It tastes lovely, and it keeps me going even when I want to sleep. An eerie chills crawls across my skin, every hair standing on end. Darkness creeps around me, the needle on the sewing thread stops. I try to pump it and make it move, but I can't see a foot in front of my face. This isn't good. Something knocks me in the floor, and I land with a thud and a grunt trying to catch my breath. But nothing happens. The pain doesn't reside, and I'm left alone trapped trying to scream for my parents to help me - nobody cares. The darkness grows darker, and I feel my hands being shackled together. I didn't do anything wrong, but I'm treated as though I'm some sort of filthy criminal.

Weaver has been placed as d8m runner

[Marree]

"Olivia. Do you want to... ya know... stay with me tonight?" The question comes out. Olivia grins, shrugging her shoulders and biting her bottom lip. A shy, hesitant shake of her head denies the boy what he is asking. Thus, the grin disappates from the both of them. Awkward teens stand by and finally her voice breaks the silence.

"It's not that I don't want to, but, my father. He's expecting me home and I'm already late. I need to go home. We have school tomorrow, Alex." She explains as he draws his hand close to her face and runs his hand through her hair. Finger lace around her neck and he closes the distance between the two of them. Coily, she smiles as his lips barely touch hers. "I can't..."

"Fine, Olivia. Have it your way." He steps away, pulling away from her and shuffling two steps away. A grimace appears on his features before he can control his words. "Then go on Daddy's girl. Get home. You are nothing to me. Just leave before you miss your curfew any more, little girl. I thought you would want to be with someone older. Guess what they say about you in school is wrong."

"Alex? Enjoy being single..." She spats and unceremoniously balls up her fist, swinging it into his face. A grunt of displeasure echoes around the boy while his hands go up to his face to stuff the blood coming from his nose.

"Why did... Olivia...?" He groans.

"Well, I guess everyone else is going to have to learn something new about me." Olivia turns around quickly, leaving the guy dumbfounded on the street curb. She walks quickly in the direction of her home. At the street sign, a gruff voice turns her attention elsewhere.

"Who's there?" She questions, fear prickling the back of her neck.

"Don't run. You'll make it worse." The voice comes from the shadows, but she doesn't listen and just as soon as she hears him, she takes off and with it, the sounds of heavy footsteps chimming in.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screams before something traps her legs and she falls into the hands of many strangers. Despite the struggle, she's hauled off without her consent.

{Olivia has been placed as the D8F Runner}