Young Writers Society

As it turns out, I didn’t want to be there. I was calming myself from Britney ignoring me I didn’t notice where we were going until I almost ran into it: a large bronze statue of a man in an elder's uniform holding a small child. I touched the edge of the statue’s feet, feeling the coldness, while trying to control my breathing.

“Hope you like what the bronzers have planned, as you know they still haven’t forgiven you for cracking this statue.” Britney whispered in my ear causing me to flinch away from her as she dragged her nail across the large crack in the small child’s leg. I wished to tell Britney that it was her fault the statue broke; after all she is the one that threw the sword. I held my tongue though, because I knew she was trying to get me riled up. It was at that moment, when Britney put her arm up to a scanner on the white wall that I noticed a hologram by the heel of the statue.

“Wha-“

“Let’s go slow poke” Britney interrupted. I looked back at the hologram only to see that it had shut off. I stared at the place for a while hoping to see if the hologram would reappear, but then Britney pulled me away from the spot. She led me to the left side of the statue where a giant bronze door loomed over us , we didn’t have to what long though because a few seconds later the hatches were lifted up to release the door. As I followed Britney inside I noticed that the temperature seemed colder than before, and the lamps on the walls seemed almost blue as if this place was covered in an invisible ice sculpture. I didn’t like the feel of this place, it was too quiet and the stone flooring added too my restlessness as I heard our feet step across it.

“You gave me permission to ask so I’ll do so again, WHERE are we going?” I was finally fed up with her; I had no idea where we were going, and Britney’s refusal to tell me was finally reaching its limit. I had stopped walking, and I refused to walk another centimeter without any answers. Britney turned around, I saw a fire in her that I had never seen before, it almost made me follow her and start groveling at her feet, but I somehow held my ground.

“I know this is inferior of me to do this, but you have pushed my buttons all morning. Tell me where you are taking me this instant or I go back to my dorm.” I said this with calmness in my voice that I certainly didn’t feel. I felt a chill run down my back as Britney slowly walked up to me, she was so close that I could feel her breath on my face, but I made sure to look her in the eye the whole time.

“When I say follow you do so,” her blue eyes burned with such ferocity that I fear she might run my through with the knife she has seethed in her staff,” next time you question my authority you’ll be finding yourself on the guillotine. Do I make myself clear, Melanie?!” I slowly nodded my head, and with that she turned and led us down the hall. I couldn’t bear to look up, so I stared at my feet as we walked on. The walk seemed endless as turned we multiple corners, and passed many doorways I kept my head down the whole way until I noticed Britney had stopped. I finally looked up only to see a silver gate, beyond that was a small hole in a mound of dirt. I couldn’t see far down the hole, but

I could tell it was very deep. I wasn’t paying much attention to what Britney was doing, but the next thing I know she was wrapping something around my waist.

“Hey, wait, what do you think you’re doing?” I tried to pull away, but she pushed me to the ground. I went down hard as the wind was knocked out of my lungs. She continued to tie my waist to a pulley system hooked up in the corner. Next thing I know she hoisted me up and dragged me to the pit, that’s when I really started to struggle. I kicked and swung but to no avail; the last thing I saw is Britney checking my harness before I’m thrown into the darkness.