12 - Ch.3 GiD Fiction

Scott whimpered softly, trying to find a position on the ground that was semi-comfortable. He had no idea what was going on. One minute he had been comfortable in his bed, the next minute someone had gagged him and was dragging him out of his home. The fact that this was organized scared him a lot, and all that he wanted was to go home. He didn’t want to know who the other captives were or what was about to happen, but that didn’t mean that the fourteen year old didn’t have to listen as Jones spoke.

“Daniel Carson?” Jones read off the name, smirking as he did so and Scott watched as a tall boy with sandy blond hair, brown eyes and tan skin was pulled to his feet by one of the other men. “Danny, right?” The boy was brought to the front and Jones patted him on the head. Scott watched as Danny did nothing, he simply looked down at the ground, waiting for the next name as he was shoved into a sitting position near Jones.

“Evan Finch?” This time, a boy with dark brown, almost black hair, was pulled to his feet. Evan sniffled as he was pulled over to Jones, though his eyes, like Danny’s, remained cast down on the ground. Scott thought that, as Evan was pushed down next to Danny, he saw a few tears silently sneak their way down Evan’s cheeks, and Scott couldn’t lie – he felt like crying himself right now.

“Logan Hill?” Scott turned, hearing a soft grunt as the boy who had been right next to him was forced to stand. Logan had brown hair, dark, with flecks of light that made it look like he had spent some time in the sun recently. His eyes were a clear, light brown, and he struggled very little against the man holding him. Scott sensed a slight determination in the boy’s expression – a will to not shed tears.

“Joel Ivarson?” At first, Scott didn’t turn to see which boy was being taken, but a few seconds later, his attention was being directed backwards as the tall, skinny, black-haired boy fought against the man trying to lift him. Joel, without being bound and handcuffed, may have been able to put up a decent struggle, but the restraints made the blue-eyed boy no match for his captor, and eventually, he was successfully moved to sit near the others, though not without a slap to the jaw for insolence.

“Hunter Jackson?” As Jones looked out at the crowd, Scott waited. The boy that was pulled forwards was of fairly average height, and while he was skinny, he was clearly more muscular than Joel, as was visible through his tan arms. Hunter had a lot of dark brown hair, almost black and grey-ish, blue eyes that remained steady, almost calm, as he was pushed down beside Joel. There was no struggle, nor did he allow himself to be dragged entirely – he seemed balanced to Scott.

“Alec Jepsen?” Scott watched as a boy with a great deal of light blond hair was pulled forwards. The boy was small, short, thin, and had no muscular definition whatsoever, as far as Scott could tell. The blond boy had green eyes and put up no fight as he was pulled forwards, in fact, as Alec was forced to the ground next to Hunter, Scott swore that he saw the hint of a smirk in the boy’s eyes, something which disconcerted him greatly.

“Simon Kessler?”The boy that stood was the other boy on Scott’s side and the young boy watched as the tall boy was pulled forwards. Simon had short hair that was streaked blond and brown, bringing out his brown eyes. Simon was taller than Jones when placed face to face with him and he looked directly into his captors eyes, something that none of the other boys had had the courage to do yet.

“Cole Lassiter?” The next boy that was dragged forwards was of medium height and had broad shoulders, a muscular stature, and short, blond hair that fell in front of his brown eyes. However, he kept his head to the ground, and while he was not crying, Scott was sure that the boy’s eyes were wet, shining, as though he was about to cry. As Cole reached the front and sat down, he bowed his head, knees pulled to his chest.

“Brady Lynch?” The man tilted his head to the side, looking at the few remaining boys. As one of the men grabbed Brady, lifting him by his arms, Scott swore that he heard what resembled a snort of laughter from the boy with brown eyes and dyed black hair. Brady closed his eyes the second he was brought before Jones, refusing to open them until he was seated next to Cole.

“William Morton?” The second his name was called, Scott noticed the boy begin to fight – even before the man had made a grab for him William was wriggling around, making his forced appearance in front of the group delayed. When the man finally caught William, the boy received a rough knee to the gut and was dragged forwards bent over, the wind knocked out of him. As William sat down, he shook his brown and blond hair out of his face, revealing angry blue eyes.

“Micah Niato?” As the name was called, the only boy aside from Scott was pulled to his feet. The boy looked scared – panicked. He was short, thin and had pale skin, dark hair and dark eyes. He seemed to shaking slightly as they pulled him forwards and Scott wonder silently whether his skin would appear to be as pale if Micah were less frightened than he seemed to be at the moment.

“And you must be Scott Simmons.” Jones set down his clip board, walking over to Scott himself, crouching in front of the boy. “You look young.” Scott sniffled, turning his head away from the man. “Hey, look at me.” Jones grabbed Scott’s chin, forcing Scott to look at him. “Don’t worry.” He shook his head. “Cooperate, and everything will be just fine.” Scott couldn’t help it as tears began to flow silently down his cheeks and he whimpered against his gag, feeling uncomfortable, miserable, and terrified beyond belief.

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