Lies

LIES
Chapter Three
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тАЩs POV:

I knew something was wrong before I even opened my eyes.

Birthday candles flickered behind my eyes, and I havenтАЩt seen birthday candles in three years. I was back in my old dining room. I could see the clean white walls and the marble countertops, the green curtains hanging from the sunny window. I looked back at the table. A cake was in front of me. My birthday cake. It wasnтАЩt my birthday, was it?

тАЬFinally sixteen,тА? A seventeen year old said blowing out my candles for me. тАЬItтАЩs about time you grew upтА?

тАЬHey! You stole my wish!тА? My sixteen year old self protested.

тАЬI need it more than you!тА? replied popping the end of the candle in his mouth. He wore a goofy grin as he ate off the icing.

and his band had surprised me for my birthday. Mum and Dad were on holiday, and McFly had been on tour and I had feared I would be spending it alone. But had showed up at the door with a cake, and in marched every member of McFly. They were an instant success, McFly was. Two singles straight to number one, a sold out tour, and everything they had ever wanted.

sliced the cake into five large pieces and spread it out. and started fighting over the biggest piece. started laughing, a goofy smile on his face. He always had that goofy smile on his face, but I loved seeing it.

тАЬUm, -тА?

I looked up at the sound of тАЩs voice. He was looking at his feet, and he didnтАЩt meet my eye. He fidgeted with his t-shirt.

тАЬCan I talk to you in the kitchen?тА?

тАЬSure.тА? I said standing.

stood too and the rest of the guys went quiet. They all watched as and I walked into the kitchen. I think I might have even have seen тАЩs eyebrows rise. I chuckled to myself. They were going to talk about this for weeks

тАЬI got you this.тА?

A small box was placed in my hand.. It was wrapped with a red ribbon. It looked so delicate, I didnтАЩt want to unwrap it.

тАЬRun.тА? He said softly. I lifted my eyes up to his. A frown was etched upon his face.

"What did you say?" I asked. тАЬRun, ! RUN!тА?

disappeared. My kitchen faded away into blackness and fire. I was running as fast as I could. My lungs burned for air. I couldnтАЩt get away. They were coming closer. My steps echoed in the darkness. I had to get to . I had to get away. My foot caught on something, and I fell. I let out of a scream.

I woke with a start. Right away I was hit with the smell. It smelled of dank mold and decay. Water dripped from overhead, hitting me in the forehead. I pressed my head closer to the cold dirty floor for some form of relief. Something was wrong with me.

There was a scratching of metal against wood and some cursing. My eyes felt heavy as I forced them open. The world around me was dim, and the lack of light hurt my eyes. I couldnтАЩt focus on anything and the room was spinning. I felt sick. My stomach and throat burned, I was so thirsty. My head pounded. Where was I? Where was ? He was hurt somewhere. I had to find him. Water first, then .

I tried to stand but I couldnтАЩt will my legs to move.. Something was wrong with me. What had they given me before my world had faded into nothingness? How long had I been out?

I heard a loud creaking noise and there was a hard metallic slam against the wall. A dim light poured from the door. A womanтАЩs silhouette stood in the door way. I couldnтАЩt make out her face, but she was about my height.

тАЬHere!тА?

There was a thud on the ground. Whatever it was rolled and hit my hand. It was cold at the touch, and made of plastic. I dragged my head off the floor. It was a water bottle. With renewed energy, I scrambled up and took the bottle into my hands. With shaking fingers, I unscrewed the lid. It was gone before I knew it. One bottle was not enough. My thirst only intensified.

тАЬMore.тА? I croaked, swaying as I rose to my feet.

The woman by the door let out a short laugh, but another bottle was thrown at my feet. I dove to the ground, the bottle fell inches shy of my hand. I unscrewed the lid, and took one swallow. I replaced the lid tightly and shoved the bottle into my pocket. I didnтАЩt know when I was going to get more.

тАЬWhere am I?"

The womanтАЩs thin mouth broke into a smirk. She placed her hands on her hips. I crossed my arms in front of my chest. I winced as pain shot up my arm, I hope she didnтАЩt see. I was trying to keep myself from looking totally scared. I needed to get out of this hell.

тАЬWhat the hell am I?!тА? I asked again, my voice rising.

тАЬI donтАЩt have time for questions.тА? She said. Her voice was a high pitched rasp, she rose her torch and I got a better look at her face. She was medium height, her skin was the color of spoiled milk. Her face was round and framed with short black hair that stuck up in odd directions. Black make up decorated her face, making the color of her green eyes intensify.

тАЬWell I have all the time in the world.тА? I said, my courage growing. тАЬSo you are going to answer these two questions: 1) Where the hell am I? and 2) WhereтАЩs my friend?тА?

тАЬYou are in the Iron Werks.тА? The woman said. тАЬYour friend is probably dead, I donтАШt know and I donтАШt rightly care. Now shut up and follow me before you end up dead too.

Her answer was not what I wanted to hear. The possibility of тАЩs death made me take everything not to fall to the ground and cry. I have felt pain before, but I have never felt anything like this. It felt as if I my heart was literally been split in two. I couldnтАЩt breathe. I havenтАЩt experienced emotional pain this great since I had gotten the call from the police that Mum and Dad had died in a car accident.

I stared ahead into the eyes of that woman and began to think. Long ago I had stopped crying, tears were weakness and the weak died. You had to take that pain and turn it into something else: Revenge.

She let out a short laugh and turned swiftly. I let my hands fall and I followed her out the door. We entered a long hallway filled with a number of cells. The smell of misery and death was in the air. You could even smell the fear. Every cell seemed to be filled with large piles of rags. We were still walking when I heard the sound. It was a low moan, like that of a wounded animal. I looked around and saw nothing.

I kept walking, pushing the sound aside. I had other things on my mind. Was dead because of me? How many other people in my life were going to die because of me? Mum and Dad got into the accident while on the way to one of my school plays. was taken away in the market and never heard from again. Now , the one person I cared for most was probably dead.

Then I heard it again.

I stopped and stepped closer to a cell. I wrapped my fingers around the rusted bars and peered in, squinting in the dim light. All I could see was pile of rags, like someone had tossed out their dirty laundry. That is, until one moved.

I froze as the person rose shakily to their feet. They couldnтАЩt get far. The womanтАЩs hands were chained to the floor. She had only four feet of chain confining her to her space. Her face was streaked with dirt and her skin was yellow like a piece of parchment.

тАЬHelp us.тА? She whispered.

When she spoke I jumped back. The woman I was supposed to be following paused and looked at me in disgust. She stepped to the cell and waved her flaming torch in front of it. The numerous prisoners screamed and jumped back, some falling on top of the other. My captor laughed and grabbed my wrist roughly with her free hand. The charms in my bracelet dug into my skin.

After what felt like an eternity, We arrived in a central square of the Iron Werks. All around me was metal and fire. Tubes ran up and down walls, bubbling with liquids of many colors. People were all around. Men sold water from stands, water was sold from cases off the backs of people. Stands everywhere. Fresh food, new clothing, books. Everything you could ever want. But most of all, water was everywhere. The Iron Werks must have been hording while cities like Wonderland suffered.

тАЬWelcome to the Iron Werks, .тА? My captor/demented tour guide said spreading her arms out.

I stepped away from her and stood at the center of the market square. I slowly turned around, absorbing it all. Guards stood in the catwalks with guns and other forms of weaponry, people looked at me with strange stares. I was the enemy. Hell, I was the only female that was actually wearing clothes. All the other women I had seen were hardly dressed..

All eyes were on me. Hundreds of suspicious evil eyes. Some outlined with black paint, others not. Non blinking, glazed over, haunting eyes. Eyes that would haunt my dreams for weeks. All signs of life were gone. The people had the gaze of someone brain dead, a living zombie.

тАЬ!тА? They all said simultaneously in a harsh whisper. Pardon my French, but it was fucking creepy. I turned to run, but they had circled me in. I wanted to scream but no sound came.

тАЬYou are the one weтАЩve been waiting for, .тА?

I was never getting out of here.