Kidnapped

2

In the gym, everything seemed normal, no danger what-so-ever. The rows of bleachers weren't filled with terrorists and there was no ticking bomb detectable, but I was still uneasy. "Alright!" The coach's voice echoed, "Malory, here's the key, look the door."

Malory caught the key and jogged over to the door, slid the key in the hole, twisted it, checked if the sorry locked, then ran back over. Coach gave me a look like, "See, now no one can get in, your perfectly fine." 

But now no one can get out either.

"You're overreacting. You're delusional. Stop being so paranoid," I mumble to myself.

"Would you shut up," a girl, Lillian, said from behind me.

I spun around and grabbed her arm. "Listen," I whispered urgently, looking at her shocked face, "I have a really bad feeling about this class. Maybe it's because we'll be playing dodgeball, maybe it's because of something bigger. You know that one closet?" I demand. She looks around for it, clearly startled by my attitude. "You can't see it, it's by the bleachers. Remember, Tiffany and Roger got locked in it when they were making out?" Realization overcame her and she nodded her head frantically. It was always propped open because it locks automatically when it shuts.

I continued, "I'm probably crazy..."

"I can tell," she scoffed.

I ignored her and kept talking, "If anything happens, lock yourself in there. Take as many people as you want with you, but as soon as you close the door, it will lock. Whatever you do, don't open that door again. There is a ladder on the wall. Climb all the way up it, and there it a hatch. Open it and you'll be on the roof. It's for maintenance, but don't go back down until the police come for you. Got it?" She nodded and I let her go, satisfied that at least one person might be saved from whatever the upcoming event might be, even if she thought I was crazy.

"Heather Waters! Mary Armstrong! Alice Green! Jane..." Coach called off a list of about five people and we all get in a plank position, ready for a push-up test. Nothing has happened so far, maybe I am just paranoid. 

"Ok, if we hurry we can play dodgeball like planned after these fitness tests!" The coach shouts out cheerfully, oblivious to her students groans of displeasure.

I was the only one in my group who made it to the one hundred push ups and sit ups goal, but it wasn't a big surprise. Poor Alice didn't even make it to twenty push ups. I mean, when you don't have a phone, you get creative on how to keep yourself entertained. Working out helps you be strong and ready for any fights that break out, plus you don't seem as weak so you most likely won't get targeted for a mugging.

"Alright everybody, now let's have-." The lights flickered off and a few students screamed. This was it. This is what I feared. I had been dreading a small power outage. A deep sense of relief flowed through me. Nothing bad had happened at all. I almost laughed out loud at myself for being so stupid. A few people bumped into me in the darkness, muttering anxiously about the no cell phones rule in gym leaving everyone without a flashlight.

"Everyone calm down, the electricity just went out, let me turn the back up generator on," coaches voice sounded. I sigh. I was definitely just overreacting. After a few clanks and whirs, the lights beamed back on, and we all squinted, already having been used to the absence of light.

When our eyes adjusted, we really had a reason to scream. Dozens of men surrounded us, all holding deadly weapons. The men were smiling warily at us, as if they were hunters who had just brought in the big kill of the season. Some were scrawny, some were huge. One man had a giant scar running down the side of his face, another's nose was so long you could probably slide down it. A steady silence came over, then the screaming. It was chaos.