I take a deep breath and tries to hold it as long as I can when I hear footsteps going into the gym. Male voices are shouting at each other and I hear screams as the intruders are pounding on the doors that lead into the changing rooms. I think it's just a matter of time until they get in, one way or another.

"Did someone get out?", I hear a manly voice say and another guy responds.

"No, we guard all the exits. Everyone's in the changing rooms."

I breathe out until the first person speaks again and I feel my entire body freeze.

"Not everyone." At the same time as I hear footstep walk off, I also hear footsteps approaching me, coming too close for my liking. I hold my breath and feel my heart pounding heart in my chest.

Please don't see me, please don't see me. Please-

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?", someone says in a mocking tone. I gulp and tilt my head up only to meet a pair of green eyes I've never seen before. He takes a step closer to me and I crawl back, but the wall prevent me from moving any further and I see the guy smirk in amusement.

"Problem, buttercup?"

I don't answer, and I don't look him either. Who even says buttercup? It sounds bloody awful.

When he realize I'm not going to answer, he gives out a low chuckle and stretches his arm out towards me to pull me up. I curl into a ball and let out a sigh of relief when I notice I'm just out of reach for him. The plinth is in the way, and I don't think I've ever been so glad about a gymnastic appliance before. He can't take any more steps towards me but the plinth only reaches to his hip and I know I am trapped. But I take all extra seconds of freedom I can get. I don't know what he and the others will do when they have me, but I don't want to find out either.

"Get up", the guy growls and I shake my head.

"No."

He sighs and looks annoyed, repeating his words through clenched teeth. "Get. Up."

I shake my head and I can see him clench his fist.

"Get up now, or I'll make you", he threatened and I consider his words but stay on my spot, not moving an inch.

He gives out a loud sigh and pushes the plinth away, and it lands on the hard ground with a cracking sound, but I don't think it broke. I try to get away from him when he reaches out his hand again, but this time, there's nothing to stop him and he takes a hold onto my arm and I yelp in pain. He drags me out of the small room and I notice the gym is still empty. At least my classmates are still safe, for now.

"Hmm... and what am I supposed to do with you then, buttercup?", the guy holding my arm in a tight grip says to no one particular. I start to kick and hit with my arms and legs in an attempt to get away from him and I hear him chuckle behind me. I stop moving and pretend to relax in his grip, and when I feel his grip soften a little bit, I elbow him in his stomach. He lets out a groan and I snatch my arm free and starts to run towards one of the exits. A quick look behind me states that he started to run after me, but at least I am a good P.E. student, and running happens to be one of my strongest sides. I reach the door and I am just about to open it when I realize it's the stupidest thing I can do. The corridor is full of intruders and I will just walk away from one of them and approach a dozen other instead. In the last moment, I turn around and head for the bleachers instead. The green eyed guy is now close behind me, I'm sure of it, and I have no time to waste. There's just one problem. I have nowhere to go. The bleachers are just a temporary place to hide, and with temporary I mean it will last for a few seconds. But as I said before, a few more seconds of freedom is better than none.

As I run upwards at the bleachers, I hear the guy's heavy footsteps closing in on me. I might be faster, but he is taller and have it to his advantage in this stairs.

I have to do something fast, otherwise, he will catch me, again. I can call the police, but something tells me that someone else already done it.

Suddenly another thought hit me. How is it in the other school building? With the cafeteria and classrooms? If the intruders can take down the whole gym, how many do they have to be to take down the whole school? I don't even want to know, and luckily for me, I am too busy to have anything else than to not get caught on my mind.

I take a look behind me and notice that the guy is close, really close. Before I think something through, I jump down from the bleachers and lands on my feet with a low thud. The jump wasn't that bad, but my feet hurt a little and I decide to make a run for the entrance door anyway. Maybe everyone is so caught up in getting the changing rooms open so that they won't notice me? Or at least notice me when it's too late?

I open the door that leads out from the gym, and I try to avoid the glass that's lying on the ground.

My heart skips a beat when I see the entrance door unguarded, but as I make my way towards it I hear a voice shout behind me.

"Stop her! She's trying to get away!" I don't have to look back to know it's the guy who hunts me, but just as I am about to push the door open I feel arms wrap around my waist and pulling me back. The grip takes the breath out of me and I scratch the arms of my capturer, who hiss in pain but doesn't loosen the grip. I am dragged back into the gym and I see the green-eyed guy walking into the small room I first hid in, and seconds later he comes out with a red rope in his hand and a smirk on his face. I understand what he's about to do, at least I think I know, and I start to squirm in the tight grip someone else holds me in.

"Don't even bother, buttercup", the green-eyed guy mutters and nods with his head at the wall bars a few meters away from us. I feel myself reluctantly being forced to them and the guy behind me forces me down on my knees and pushes me to the wall bars.

"Now be a good girl and stay where you are", he hisses in my ear and, of course, I try to run away. But he pulls out a silver gun and I feel myself sinking down to the floor again.

"Don't make me use it", the guy says in an intimidating voice. He has brown hair and eyes, and I stare him down as the other guy ties my hands to one of the wall bars. I don't fight back, scared of the gun. I've never liked guns, I don't think they are fair. If you want to take someone out, you should do it in a one on one battle, not with a gun. The thought that all you have to do is pull the trigger makes me feel sick. It's not fair. Not right.

I stare down at my tied hands and stretch the rope, but the guy have done a good job and I can't get my hands out. I am in a position where I can do no more than wait and see what happens next.

The guys left me and I stared out of the trashed glassdoor. I can see the back of some of the intruders, and it seems like they have gotten an idea of how they can open the doors because they are whispering in low voices and nodding.

Shortly after, I hear the sound of a gunshot and screams fills the air.

"If you guys don't come out now, we will have to break down the door and that won't be done nicely and you will all get punished", a dark voice calls out and my body freezes.

"You got ten seconds to decide", he says, "and if you haven't unlocked the door by then, we will break down the door and shoot one of you, and we don't want that, right?"

I can see some of the intruders exchange amused faces and all I want to do is punch them in the face, but unfortunately I can't do that with my hands tied.

"Ten", the same persons starts to call, "nine, eight, seven, six, five, four... three, two..."

A clicking sound reveals that someone on the inside of the changing room opened it, and once again I held my breath as the intruders hold their guns pointed at the scared girls inside.

"All of you, get out with your hands on your heads and line up in the gym", some guy shout but no one moved a muscle.

"Now!", he says angrily and suddenly everyone starts moving towards the door and then continue into the gym. I meet Lindsey's scared eyes and her mouth opens to a big O when she sees me, but then one of the intruders tells them to line up against the back wall and all of the girls obey. I hear someone else from the corridor shout that if the rest of us student don't come out, they will start shooting down the ones they now got, one after one. All of the other doors opens and more students appear in the gym and lines up. Behind them, the intruders steps in and I count to seven, but I know there is more of them in the corridor, guarding.

"Listen up, everyone!", one of the intruders says and takes a few steps forward. "My friends here need some help, and it seems like you guys, or actually you girls, can help them. There're six of my friends here who need to find a girl each, and it's there you, my young ladies, comes in. We want the best girls we can get, no lazy ones with lack of competence, and now I am going to let my guys look at you girls, and see if they find someone they like. If they do", he says with a smirk, "you are coming with us. If they don't, we will just leave you with the rest. You see, we don't accept anything else than the best and I doubt we can find six perfect girls in here, but I would love to be proven wrong." He gives out a loud chuckle and gestures for the guys to move forward, and they all do and I follow them with my gaze as they walk to the lined up girls with smirks playing on their faces. I watch in horror as they rip the girls from the walls and gazing them from head to toe. Some of them scream and whimper in pain or fear, but the boys tell them to shut up, and no one of the girls dares to disobey them. I understand them. I am still tied to the wall bars and just when I start to think they forgotten about me, the guy with the green eyes crouch down in front of me.

"Hello, buttercup", he says in a cheery voice and I look away from him. From the corner of my eye, I see him tense up and clench his teeth in frustration.

"Don't look away", he hisses and I decide to look at him, only to give him a face that says 'I hate you'.

"Maybe I choose you", I hear him mumble and I shudder. I thought he would hate me after that I elbowed him in the stomach. Maybe he does, maybe he just wants to get back at me. I turn my head up and face him.

"Or maybe you just leave me alone", I say in a low tone. Before he has time to reply, a low laugh coming from someone else who disturbs our conversation, much to my delight.

"Really, Kirk? I didn't think she was your type", the new voice says and the green-eyed guy, Kirk, shakes his head.

"She's not, Vince. But I can still scare her a little bit." With that said, Kirk stands up and walk away. Vince gives me a crooked smile and bends down to untie my hands.

"It's not like you can escape anyway", he says and I frown.

"What's that supposed to mean?", I snap before thinking my words through. Vince laughs at my reaction. "You're just a silly girl. It's not like you can do anything to us." His voice is mocking and I feel my head turning a shade of red. Without hesitation, I raise my hand and slap Vince right over his cheek as soon as my hands are free. He stumbles back in surprise and when he looks at me I can tell he's not happy.

He lifts his clenched fist to punch me, but when he is right about to do it, someone takes a hold of his arm.

"What?!" Vince hisses angrily at the new person, this one obviously a guy as well.

The new face looks at me from head to toe. "Don't punch the face."

I look at him with my eyes wide and follow him with my gaze as his tall figure takes a step forward.

"I want her", he says in a deep voice, causing me to shiver. His hair and eyes are the same color as the sky at night and his lips are curled up in a mischievous smirk. He reaches out his hand and gently touches my cheek and I take a step back, my eyes full of anger and fear.

"Ah, feisty one, aren't you?" I hear him say as he leans in closer, trapping me between the cold wall and his tense body.