The night before they turn sixteen, people are being taken from their homes. Haidee Blacksby turns sixteen tomorrow. Taken by mysterious people in the middle of the night, she awakes to find herself in a strange place with other teens who had been taken. Split into teams they must fight in order to stay alive.


4. Dream

I open my eyes to blinding light and quickly clamp them shut again. Slower this time allowing my eyes to adjust to my surroundings, I peer out into the room.

People are laid in hospital beds lined up in long rows, each with their own life support. I don't see anyone other than myself awake. 

Pulling off the wires attached to myself I swing my legs out of bed clamping my hands on the bedside cabinet beside me to steady myself.

As I move through what is presumably a ward I can't see any movement, just still lifeless bodies in long lines like something you might expect to see in a horror movie.

That's when I see his face. My father, asleep on one of the hospital beds, I rush to his side but that is when I hear the door opening. Someone in a white lab coat enters the room.

I need to get out of here.

I can hear them walking down the long line of beds, a pen scratching on paper as each resident is checked.

That's when they reach my bed. I know it must me my bed, as I am not there, I am the only one not there. The person in the white lab coat gasps and drops their clipboard running from the room.

I don't stick around to see what would happen next.

I walk as fast as I can to what I assume is a door, hauling it open I step out into a dimly lit corridor and try to see a way out of here.

There is a light at the end of the corridor and in spite of my current circumstances I decide to head towards it - there is no point trying to find an escape route in the pitch black, in a place you don't know.

I hesitantly step into a room I can only describe as a library. Books fill every available space and a large map of a ship is hung on the wall, but it is not any ship it is something greater, something of magnificent design.

That's when the bolt slides shut on the door and I turn to where I hear footsteps.

"Hello Haidee, I thought it was you"



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