Somewhere in the middle of nowhere, on a small, remote and isolated island nobody had ever known of, a prison was being created. People would kidnap young children and bring them to the island, to train them, discipline them, reach out to them and recreate them. People would buy, steal and sell these kids so they could brainwash them and begin experiments. The proprietors of the island called it The Sanctuary Of The Blessed, they called the island this to convince children they were special and that everything was okay, when it really wasn't. The children had no idea where they were, who these people were and what would happen to them, everyday a handful of kids would be taken into a laboratory and never come out, if you were lucky they would take you the stadium and train you to fight and survive, the painful discipline and training was like torture. Nobody knew whether these people were making an army or even worse, a new species. I happened to be one of these unfortunate children. Unlike most kids who just wanted to survive, I wanted to live, or better, escape.
We stumbled through the wild forest of the island very ungracefully, shredding past large damp, moss covered trees stopping occasionally to take short breaths of salty air. The mist was beginning to appear at this time, engulfing the trees, forcing its way into our throats. I could barley see my companions now, faded outlines of my friends ran along side me as we struggled to see. "This was a bad idea" Called my friend frustratingly, Axel's familiar voice echoed through the humid air. "We should have waited until the mist had past" he continued. I said nothing, focusing on my breathing, this was the third time we had tried to escape and it didn't look like we were going to make it. "Do you think the Snatchers have noticed that we're gone yet?" Piper staggered. Snatcher was the name we had decided was horrible enough for the people that stole us from our families, tortured us, stole our memories, and kept us locked up here on this island like dogs. "Imogen?" Piper called, waiting for me to answer her question, I opened my mouth, another puff of thick white fog was inhaled. "I don't know, but we can't waste time talking, we have to get to the end of the island before dawn, and at this rate we'll get there tomorrow and lunch, by then the Snatchers will know we're missing, so hurry up!" We ran for maybe another half our before suddenly the terrifying and yet familiar sound of growling dogs, sniffing the ground and releasing low, vicious growls from their throats came from all directions. A chill ran down my back and I tumbled to the muddy, weed covered ground, Piper's questioned had been answered, the Snatchers had found us.
The horrible rattling of chains filled my ears as a gloved hand grabbed my wrists and locked them together, I knew very well what that sound was, handcuffs. I looked around carefully for my friends, trying to disguise my worry, maybe they had escaped? I had to act natural incase Axel and Piper hadn't been caught, if I showed in any way that I was looking for them, the Snatchers would know I wasn't alone and they'd start searching the forest until they found my friends. However when I heard the scared whimper, in the thick fog, coming from next to me, I knew Piper had been caught and when I saw the faded outline of Axel struggling to unchain himself, I knew that we were all doomed. We walked the whole way back to the camp on foot, which took at least an hour, nobody talked and nobody tried to get free because we knew it was no use. We were cold, handcuffed, tired, scared, and frankly disappointed that we were caught again we may as well go back to the camp and rest, but I was certain I would try to escape again with or without my friends. I actually had three people I knew and liked at the camp, Axel, Piper, and Finn who had refused to come with us this time because he was afraid we would get caught and put in the Glassrooms. That's what happened if you broke any rules at The Sanctuary Of The Blessed, you would get locked in a room made completely out of glass, for a night to teach you a lesson. The room was a kind of torture the Snatchers used to discipline us, there would be some sort of undiscovered gas that only existed on the island, and it would be released into the room. The gas made you hallucinate about your most terrifying nightmares as if they were real. I trudged through the mud with a large, anonymous, brick like arm laying on my shoulder, crushing it, as I trudged through the Sanctuary Of The Blessed.
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