
*Maria*
My entire world no longer makes sense to me. I along with my seven closest friends have been kidnapped and held prisoner in this god forsaken hell hole for the past forty-eight hours. My poor mother must be worried sick. If I know her she has the sheriff and the entire small community we belong to searching for me. Although in all honesty she probably could never guess as to why I’m being held hostage. No, I’m sure she assumes I’ve run off with some bad boy on a need for adventure get away. I am not the flighty hormone driven airhead she thinks I am.
Still, it saddens me to think of how worried she must be. I’m all my mother has. I listen intently while Liz introduces us to the other inmates. It’s rather unusual for me to be this quiet, but I find that I have nothing useful to add. When I’m nervous I ramble, but this is so far beyond anything I have ever experienced. I am terrified into silence. "I'm Liz, by the way, this is Max and my surprisingly quiet blond friend is Maria. We're from Roswell. Where are we?" Liz questions the attractive blond guy.
He studies us as if to remember our names before replying. “I’m Xavier.” He gestures toward the dark haired brooder beside him and reveals. “This is Phillip and the guy off in his own little world there is Kieran . I don’t know where we are from and as for where we are now I don’t know. This building is called Experimental Options Incorporated or EOI.” EOI? Sounds like some kind of futuristic bullshit. Is that while we are held captive? To force some kind of experiments on us to see what they can have us do? Frowning at the mere thought of it I continue to listen to the others go on.
"Soon you'll learn to hate it as much as we do," Phillip adds with a cheerful tone, but his disposition screams anything but.” We already hate it, thanks," Max retorts. "What 'options' are they experimenting with? Why are you all here?" He inquires desperate to get answers. "Yeah. This place, could definitely do with out." Liz acknowledges. “How long have you been here?” I hear myself asking. These guys look pretty comfortable in their surroundings. As if they are used to it.
I’d like to have some idea on the time frame we are dealing with. Are they going to keep us for days, weeks, months, or years? I shudder at my own conclusion. I can’t imagine spending my eighteenth birthday here, and that’s on the positive side. What if they never let us go?
