Captivated (The Sequel To 'Hostage'), chapter 9
Michelle stared up at the officer. She felt her face to see where the warm, red drops of blood that were streaming down her face rapidly were coming from. Her lip was bleeding badly from the sharp rocks on the ground that she had fell on when the officer tackled her to the ground. She also felt deep, stinging cuts from other parts of her face and body.
Then suddenly, everything began to look blurry. She glared up at Mike, who was fighting off one of the police officers.
"M-Mike!" She managed to call out worriedly.
"Michelle! What's wrong?!" She heard him call, from what felt like quite a distance. She could feel herself begin to panic. Her mind was in a turmoil; she was a complete mess.
"M-Mike!" She called out again. She felt a pair of strong arms being wrapped around her body, and two hands get a firm grip of her's. Those arms and hands were none other than Mike's.
By then she was surrounded by a pool of darkish-red liquid. She watched in pure shock and horror as the puddle grew larger and larger and larger.
Michelle could also see the faint outline of Mike's hands and arms. They were covered in the blood, too. She couldn't see him, but she heard the loud, sobbing cries coming from his direction.
She had the jist that he was trying to hold her harder. Everything was growing numb around her, and the scenery around her grew one bit more blurry.
Before she knew it, everything was... Nothing.
***
"AHH!" She cried, sitting up. Sweat was rolling down her face, and she had a throbbing headache.
Had Michelle dreamed it?
But she wasn't in a bed. It was pitch black, and she had been laying on something hard- the side of a street? She kept on questioning herself, until she saw someone light up a match.
"Hey, you okay?" A light female voice asked.
"Err... Yeah. But where am I?" Michelle responded.
The mysterious female voice held out the match to reveal some of the scenery-
It was a jail.
The match went out, so the female lit up another one. With this one, she held it to her face- she looked evil under the neon orange light of the flame. From where Michelle was sitting, she had long, stringy hair that went down to her waist, a thin-looking face and glassy eyes that looked like they had been coated over with a few layers of varnish.
"I'm Cassandra. Who are you?" She quizzed.
"M-Michelle," Michelle stuttered, waving lamely in her direction, even though she knew very well that 'Cassandra' would not be able to see anything she would do.
"How's it going, Michelle?" An extremely low voice bellowed from the other side of the jail cell, leaning forward and ruffling her hair for a few seconds.
The match went out, and Cassandra didn't even bother to light another one.
"Err... Hey," Michelle said back.
"So, what are you in for?" The low voice asked her.
"Hitting a police officer. He was really there for my boyfriend, but when he tried to take him, I slapped him across the face," Michelle explained.
"So where's your boyfriend now? What is his name?" Cassandra questioned.
"His name is Mike. Mike Dirnt. And I don't know where he is now." Michelle sighed, shivering at the thought of Mike, and the few minutes before her life came crumbling down coming back to her.
"Mike Dirnt's your boyfriend?! Oh my God! I sooo love his friend, Billie Joe! Oh my God he is soooooo sexy! I have a feeling that we're gonna be best friends!" Cassandra giggled.
Michelle's mouth dropped wide open in the darkness- Cassandra was nothing but a typical teenie.
"Help," Michelle cried over and over in her mind, "I'm stuck in jail with a teenie!"
Despite her shock, she continued on with this conversation.
"What about you guys? W-what are you in for?" She asked.
"Armed robbery," The deep voice belched.
"Stealing some totally glamorous crop tops from Supré!" Cassandra explained.
Michelle rolled her eyes- there was no way that she could live out the next few
Years of her life with someone like Cassandra.
She had to find a way out.
There were a few seconds of silence, before they heard the jingling of a key-ring full of keys.
"We've got a visitor for a Michelle," A very serious voice said- the voice of a police officer.
"Yep," Michelle said slackly, raising her hand as the officer turned on a small torch.
She stood up, and the officer attached a pair of silver handcuffs to her wrists. The steel felt cold against her skin. The police officer led her into a room, which had a few dim fluorescent lights on.
Behind a thin sheet of glass, sat a very familiar face- it was Tre.
"Oh my god," Michelle thought to herself, "I haven't talked to Tre since the... Kiss."
Then suddenly, everything began to look blurry. She glared up at Mike, who was fighting off one of the police officers.
"M-Mike!" She managed to call out worriedly.
"Michelle! What's wrong?!" She heard him call, from what felt like quite a distance. She could feel herself begin to panic. Her mind was in a turmoil; she was a complete mess.
"M-Mike!" She called out again. She felt a pair of strong arms being wrapped around her body, and two hands get a firm grip of her's. Those arms and hands were none other than Mike's.
By then she was surrounded by a pool of darkish-red liquid. She watched in pure shock and horror as the puddle grew larger and larger and larger.
Michelle could also see the faint outline of Mike's hands and arms. They were covered in the blood, too. She couldn't see him, but she heard the loud, sobbing cries coming from his direction.
She had the jist that he was trying to hold her harder. Everything was growing numb around her, and the scenery around her grew one bit more blurry.
Before she knew it, everything was... Nothing.
***
"AHH!" She cried, sitting up. Sweat was rolling down her face, and she had a throbbing headache.
Had Michelle dreamed it?
But she wasn't in a bed. It was pitch black, and she had been laying on something hard- the side of a street? She kept on questioning herself, until she saw someone light up a match.
"Hey, you okay?" A light female voice asked.
"Err... Yeah. But where am I?" Michelle responded.
The mysterious female voice held out the match to reveal some of the scenery-
It was a jail.
The match went out, so the female lit up another one. With this one, she held it to her face- she looked evil under the neon orange light of the flame. From where Michelle was sitting, she had long, stringy hair that went down to her waist, a thin-looking face and glassy eyes that looked like they had been coated over with a few layers of varnish.
"I'm Cassandra. Who are you?" She quizzed.
"M-Michelle," Michelle stuttered, waving lamely in her direction, even though she knew very well that 'Cassandra' would not be able to see anything she would do.
"How's it going, Michelle?" An extremely low voice bellowed from the other side of the jail cell, leaning forward and ruffling her hair for a few seconds.
The match went out, and Cassandra didn't even bother to light another one.
"Err... Hey," Michelle said back.
"So, what are you in for?" The low voice asked her.
"Hitting a police officer. He was really there for my boyfriend, but when he tried to take him, I slapped him across the face," Michelle explained.
"So where's your boyfriend now? What is his name?" Cassandra questioned.
"His name is Mike. Mike Dirnt. And I don't know where he is now." Michelle sighed, shivering at the thought of Mike, and the few minutes before her life came crumbling down coming back to her.
"Mike Dirnt's your boyfriend?! Oh my God! I sooo love his friend, Billie Joe! Oh my God he is soooooo sexy! I have a feeling that we're gonna be best friends!" Cassandra giggled.
Michelle's mouth dropped wide open in the darkness- Cassandra was nothing but a typical teenie.
"Help," Michelle cried over and over in her mind, "I'm stuck in jail with a teenie!"
Despite her shock, she continued on with this conversation.
"What about you guys? W-what are you in for?" She asked.
"Armed robbery," The deep voice belched.
"Stealing some totally glamorous crop tops from Supré!" Cassandra explained.
Michelle rolled her eyes- there was no way that she could live out the next few
Years of her life with someone like Cassandra.
She had to find a way out.
There were a few seconds of silence, before they heard the jingling of a key-ring full of keys.
"We've got a visitor for a Michelle," A very serious voice said- the voice of a police officer.
"Yep," Michelle said slackly, raising her hand as the officer turned on a small torch.
She stood up, and the officer attached a pair of silver handcuffs to her wrists. The steel felt cold against her skin. The police officer led her into a room, which had a few dim fluorescent lights on.
Behind a thin sheet of glass, sat a very familiar face- it was Tre.
"Oh my god," Michelle thought to herself, "I haven't talked to Tre since the... Kiss."
