Day Three: Trey

Trey Orilan held his breath while Bobby Allbright passed by him and Damian’s hiding spot, or, as they called it, the Base of Operations for Team Light’s Out.

“Hey dimbulb’s come on out, let’s have a fun time,” said Allbright. “Team Dead ‘r Alive would love to have some new playmates.” Just stay quiet Trey, he’ll leave soon. Trey reminded himself over and over again that this would be over soon, but he just couldn’t. They had experienced zero contact with the outside world in four days. Their chances of survival were slim. Fighting was the new norm, hitting someone over the head with metal pipes, using scissors to gorge out someone's eyeballs were regular now.

“Trey, if we run at the same time we can escape him! I know it,” whispered Damian, his voice a wisp in the wind, which there was none of.

“Okay,” whispered Trey, stepping forward and peeking out of the crack in the door to the supply closet. “3… 2… 1… Now.”

Trey and Damian whipped open the door, smashing Bobby’s nose, briefly stunning him. Trey’s feet pounded against the concrete, each step was another step further away from Bobby. Damian grabbed the tacks he found in a teachers desk and through them behind them.

“Why did you do that!?” yelled Trey, looking over to Damian.

“Well I mean in the movies that works,” sheepishly replied Damian.

“This isn’t a movie, Damian!” Trey yelled back at him, grabbing a pair of scissors and throwing it back at their pursuers. Trey ducked under a retaliating ruler and threw a desk to the ground to defend Damian and himself.

Bobby leapt over the desk and charged forward, holding his signature weapon, the half- broken desk from day one.

By now he had almost completely destroyed the desk part and all that was left were the legs.

Trey and Damian tumbled to the floor and slowly backed away from Bobby. Trey scrambled to find something to defend himself with, his hands laid on a pencil sharpened to a point. Eh, not my first pick, but whatever.

“Bye, bye, little men,” taunted Bobby bringing his chair leg high. Taking his opportunity Trey stuck the pencil in Bobby’s leg and ran. He glanced back to make sure Damian was okay. Damian had gotten up and caught up with Trey.

“Dude,” said Damian, astounded, “that was awesome.”

“I know right?” replied Trey, boastful. “I was so cool!”

“Sure,” said Damian, rolling his eyes, “you were the best.”

Trey ducked into Mrs.Montgomery, the grade nine math teacher’s room. “I think the coast is clear,” said Trey, his head darting to left and right.

“Let’s set up base here,” Damian added.

“Mrs.Montgomery wasn’t the nicest teacher but her classroom was,” muttered Trey under his breath. He started to unpack their stuff, which there wasn’t much of. A chair cushion for a pillow, and some posterboard to make the floor nicer. They weren’t living in paradise, but from what Trey had heard the Dead ‘r Alive kids had it even worse.

“Damian, what do you think it’s like, in Dead ‘r Alive?” asked Trey. He had been curious about the team, ever since his friend, Amilia Twine, had told him they were the only team consistently eating well.

“I think it's terrible, they’re ruled by Bobby. You know, the guy who was suspended for punching his teacher in the face,” replied Damian. “I think all the stuff about it being great there, is a bald faced lie. It’s probably just a scam to get us to join.”

He’s probably right, but… but what if? After that they settled down for the night, they chatted a bit and made sure the windows and doors were locked. Then they hid in a closet, and tried to make it look like no one had gone in here.

They thought they were safe, they thought they could survive, they were wrong.

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