Kidnapped[OPEN]

~Juliana Eckhart

I sit on the streets as I watch the end of the 55th Hunger Games. My boyfriend, Sul Tervish, died in the 55th Games. A stupid little 12 year old wins. I tilt my head down and cry some more, before something catches my eye. Fire. A girl is juggling knives that are on fire. Cool. I start getting really into her show, and in what seems like seconds, she stops.

No! I liked her show. Ugh. It seems like everything I love dissapears right before my eyes. Not this time. I run after the girl, hoping she likes me. Maybe we can be friends. Maybe. I stay in pursuit of her, losing her once, but finding her really fast afterwards. Then it happens.

Two big men grab the girls arms, I think they call her Po, cool name. She tries to scream, but they shove a rag in her mouth. Not cool. I run towards them. They start dragging her towards the high way, where she surely will get ran over. Crap.

I run at the men, knife raised, and I release the knife from my hand, into the mans head. He releases her, and she reacts fast enough to take down the other man by kicking him in the ----. I laugh.

I run up to her, and grab her wrists just as more men come after us."Po, I am Juliana, I loved your show, but we have a problem, and why are these men all after you?", I ask Po, hoping that she will tell me before we die.

We run into a kitchen, where Po grabs her hat, pulls it on, with an over-coat. She could pass as a boy. I am so confused. Who's kitchen is this, anyway?
Suddenly, I feel my body being pulled to hers, and she whispers,"Kiss me"

Uh, I must have just misheard her because I could swear she just said kiss me. Why does she want me to kiss her. I am a girl, who's fiance just died in the Games. I am not quite ready for that yet. But just I am about to tell her that, three more men bust through the kitchen door.

"PO! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!", one of them screams. No way. I lunge at the man who spoke, and stab him through the penis. He falls to the ground, and I spin-kick another, who then falls into Po, knocking both of them down. The third guy flails his sword at me.

I see Po is struggling with the second man, and he hits her in the head, and sends her flying into the kitchen table. I start to run towards Po to save her, but the third man grabs me by the back of my shirt and flings me into a wall. I will not tolerate that. I lunge at him with my knife, and for a brief period of time, we fight sword to knife.

I know that my knife won't hold up much longer. And I am right. A few seconds later, his sword slices through the air, and brings down the pressure onto my blade, cutting it in half. Crap. He swings at me again, and I shoulder roll to my right, and he swings again.

Suddenly, I realize something. This man acts on aggression. He doesn't think, he just attacks. I form a plan.

I run towards Po and the second guy that is hitting her. I dodge the third mans attacks. Until I am standing right beside Po's attacker. The man swings his sword at me, again, but I duck, and his blade goes right into the other mans back, killing him. Ha, it worked. I kick the only man left in the stomach, and he falls backward, releasing his sword. I grab it, and shove it through his heart.

She walks in, half naked, which shocks me. She tells me she knows that I am a Career, which I am, and I don't say this outloud, but I know Po isn't. The way she didn't jump right into action when the fight grew strong. The way I did.

She says that she will tell me why people are after us, if I clean her up, sounds like a fair deal to me."Sounds good, I would love an explanation!", I say, because an explanation sounds delightful right now.

I walk over to the Wall of Weapons, and stock up with Two Fans, One Sword, and Ten knives. I take notice that these aren't the high-tech weapons that I train with. These don't come back to me when I press a button on my wrist. Well then I guess I will have to deal with it.

I gesture for Po to walk to where I am. I look around, and manage to find a wash rag, a soap holder,(with soap), and bandages. We go over to the sink, and I wet the rag. I squeeze the towel/rag out an leave it damp. I let the towel soak up Po's blood. It is soaked in minutes. This must really be hurting Po. I rub the towel over her chest, and bandage it up. "Okay! Time for explanations!"

She tells me of how she had "Owners", sexual old men. I begin to cry. This poor girl has been through so much. So much sex, so much pain, so much stress. So many discusting things.

I feel like I am responsible for Po now, I feel so sad for her. I cry my eyes out while she tells me the rest of her story, then suddenly, she is telling me to tell mine. Okay. It is only fair that I do, since I have heard hers.

"Well, Um, I was born in District 1, raised in an extremely wealthy family, very nice school, all nice clothes, I was the top Career in my Training Club. I know ways to kill people with Tridents, Bows, Knives, Maces, my hands, Swords, Spears. You name it, I can kick ass with it.", I tell her, remembering those times."So, I went on with my life, until three months ago. I met a boy, Sul Tervish, and we stayed together for months after I saved his life, and then he was reaped for The Hunger Games, and he was killed. Obviously.

After Sul passed, I met a girl named Piper. She was my pretty much everything, until Peacekeepers found us, and murdered Piper with a guillotine, in the City Square because they thought Piper killed a man that she didn't. But it is to late, she is dead. So I go to sit in the City Circle every day now at least once as a memoir to her. When I sat there in the Circle today, I saw you, and that was amazing, then our adventure started. But, your story is much more intense."

I finish my story. I think of everything she has been through, no matter what I have, her story is so very full of sorrow, sick-discusting things, it's so sad that I do one thing that I haven't done in so long, haven't even thought about doing, only doing it on very drunken times, but right now I am not drunk, I just need it. So I press my lips to Po's.

And scene. Cut. Good job guys! Take ten then we will come back to scene three!

That is what I feel like right now. This moment is to perfect, like I expect Po to murder me now or something. It feels like a tv shoot. But then again, I wouldn't know everything because the only tv I watch is the Hunger Games.
I listen to her talk about her fold-out-sofa bed. Oh. I have never slept on anything but my BodyLine top of the line bed. I guess I can make adjustments. Po pulls out the bed, and I lay down. I hope Po doesn't think badly of me, but I never sleep in my clothes, it's uncomfortable, so I strip down to my bra and thong. I blush.
I cover myself in a sheet, but something tells me that my half-nakedness didn't go unnoticed by Po. She lays on the bed, and I wrap my arms around her neck, and entangle my hands in her hair as we share our third kiss, our fourth, our fifth, then before I know it, our twentieth.

I doubt they do. I bet that they have no clue. We sit and eat breakfast, very casually, like we don't have sick freaking men after us. Oh well. A thought occurs to me. When Po first woke me up this morning, she looked beautiful, but almost not like herself. We should change our appearance. I have a credit card that my father gifted me with when I turned 15. Nice timing.

I pull the credit card out of my jeans that are on the floor, and examine it's shiny silver surface. I smile.

A few minutes later, I am calling the cab services, telling them to pick us up here, in an hour, and take us to there.

We both get ready, and dress properly, but we will look better in a few hours.

The cab picks us up an hour later, and takes us to the Town Square. All the shopping, spas, and makeover centers are.

First, we walk into the makeover center, so even while we are shopping, we will be unrecognizable. I decide to ask for my hair done first, and just a while later, my beautiful brown hair, is now light light brown with purple streaks in it, and golden streaks to highlight the purple. My eyelashes now sparkle gold, and the golden contacts they give me compliment even more. I look like all the other District 1 girls now, and I look at Po, who doesn't appear to want to change her beautiful hair color. But it has to be done, so I hold up the blond, and the brunette dye to her.