Takers 1

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I was walking through the streets of my small village. I hears screams and roars. 'Problably teenagers,' I thought. then i saw smoke. Fire.
Then someone jumps on my back. The person swings at me with their fists. Then I flip the person over and I see the cropped brown hair and scar across his pale face. He had a knife. He lashes at me and I ran. As I ran I noticed other people being dragged out of their houses. I come to a stop at my house. My mum is being hauled out of my house. Unconscious. I chock back tears as I see my younger brother and father being hauled as well. Both unconscious. The tears came.
I ran in to my small corner house. Their I was, talking out a kitchen knife. Then scar face opens my kitchen door. I hold back a scream.

"Ello precious. 'Ow are you today," he said in a strong Belfast accent.

"What do you want." I said, in an amazingly shrill voice.

"We're the takers. We're here to take you,"

"Where, may I ask?" And I sound like a right down smart ass now.

"To the Dark Grounds,"

"What is that?" That smart ass hint still there.

"Our leader decided life is boring, so he wants everyone on the one place, y'know?"

"Now I don't and I'm sorry, scar face, today's the day you die," and I lunge the knife. It landed in his left calf. Then I ran out the door and into the forest. Scar face wasn't following.
So I ran an I ran. Away from my family, away from my ordinary life, away from the Takers. Away from the Dark Grounds.

***

It's been three days. Two days ago I could remember this; 'My name is Heather, I'm fourteen years old. My birthday is the second of November 1998. My best friend is Joey, but he was probably with the Takers. And my mum and dad. The Takers. Men and women dressed in black; hauling people out of their homes to the 'Dark Grounds,'. Including my mum and dad and my younger brother, Thomas. Normal had crashed and burned. Takers were probably looking for me now, and that wasn't gonna be easy; I'm a day and a half walks away,' now I can't remember most of that. I survived on berries, mostly black berries. Then a woman wearing black found me. I fell on the ground, looking like an idiot.
She stroked my long black hair with hints of dark blue in it. "Shh child, don't be afraid; we won't hurt you."
Then she extended an arm and I took it.
"Are you hungry?" She asked. She had jet black hair and purple eyes and nails.
"No. I ate berries,"
"That's good, now come, to the Dark Grounds,"
"No! I will not go to that horrible place!"
"Bit you don't even know what it's like. Here, call your mum," she handed me a phone. A Samsung galaxy SII. I dial her number and press 'call'. Five seconds later, her voice, my mums actual real life honest to goodness voice said, "where are you, honey bunny? It's great here! Tom," (short for Thomas) ,"and Joey miss you, don't you guys!" Then the phone makes a noise likes its been shifted over and then Joey and Toms voice said, "Come on Helly!" My nickname, "it's awesome here! There's ice cream for free and amusement parks and water slides and everything! Gotta go! Free popcorn!"
Then they hang up.

"Change your mind?" Purple eyed girl asked as she extended an arm.
"Yeah," I said as I took it.