Jules started to cry her peculiar kitten like cry. She clung to Crys, so far everything that ahd happened Crys ha dexplained to her, this unexplainable event unnerved her as she saw her friend looking uncertain and scared. Jules wrapped her arms around Crys's neck and kept crying, looking around at the other children, trying to find something that she would understand and calm her.
"It's okay. He'll make them go away. It's okay." Crys said quickly, wanting to calm herself as much as she wanted to calm Jules. She was also afraid of a tantrum; if Jules started screaming, would the bad people hear?
Jules was panicking and crying, she tightened her jaw muscles to keep from screaming, she didn't want to be heard.
"Ya s're?" she asked her voice squeaky through her moew cry.
"He always makes them go, you'll see." Crystal assured her, trying not to cry herself as she rocked Jules. "Sometimes they make a mess up there; that's probably what the noise was." Though usually there wasn't that much noise.
"A'way'?" Jules whispered, there was more crashing and Jules looked up the stairs, the other children were awake now. They were huddling in corners in small groups of friends or just younger kids clinging to older ones.
"Don'' soun' goo'." Jules muttered fearfully, she started to cry louder as the banging and crashing got louder and she got more and more frightened.
"They're probably looking for us in the cupboards or something," Crys said, hurredly trying to think of things to calm Jules. "Those are just pots and pans."
Jules nodded, hoping Crys was right, she hugged ehr friend tightly and tried to calm her screaming down so that they wouldn't be heard. She gritted her teeth together to try and stop making noise.
For a moment, there was silence. Relieved, Crys relaxed her embrace on Jules, smiling. "See? They-" She cut off as there was a tremendous crashing noise, the loudest yet.
Then the door up the stairs - the one Crys had been so sure was secret, safe - flew open with a splintering crack. Light beams swept down the stairs and men yelled, but Crys couldn't tell what they were saying because the words were drowned out by the other children screaming.
"Run!" Someone yelled, but Crys was already doing so, still holding Jules tightly as she ran deeper into the caves.
Jules was screeming with fear as Crys carried her down the halls of the cave, the men were giving chase to the many running children, trying to round them up it seemed.
"'Oo say a' 'e Gar'ne' woul'n't l' 'em dow' 'ere!" she said to Crys.
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Crys held Jules tightly - probably too tightly, but she was afraid of dropping her and having to slow down - as she ran down the hall. She was already tired, and her arms ached with the smaller girl's weight.
"Maybe there where too many!" She suggested, breathing heavily. The darkness of the deeper caves swallowed them up, and she forced herself to slow down a little so they wouldn't hit a wall. "He'll get them out. He'll save us." She repeated, hoping with all her heart that it was true. The people behind them were calling to the kids, trying to convince them that they wouldn't hurt them, that they were friends. Crystal knew they were lying, though, and kept going.
Jules started to wheeze because she was being squeezed to tightly. She wriggled, trying to get down, after all if they were walking she could walk too and stop weighing down Crys. PLus she felt squished, like her ribs were about to be crushed.
Crys loosened her grip on Jules a little, but was too afraid too pause and set her down. So, tired or not, she kept running. After a couple minutes she stopped, finding a dark niche in the wall and squeezing herself into it, breathing hard. "I think we lost them." She whispered.
Jules hand put her fist in he rmouth to keep from sceaming anymore, she looked wide eyed at Crys, the hallways echoed a lot, they could hear other children running adns creaming from a distance. Jules wondered what the men wanted, she didn't think she'd done anything wrong so why would they want to take her away from here? She'd just gotten here after all!
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It seemed like forever, sitting there in the dark, trying not to breath too loud, but finally there was silence. Crys waited a few more minutes before slowly standing up and peering down the tunnel. The dark felt heavy, like it was pushing against her eyelids, and she couldn't see anything. She couldn't hear anything, either, which she hoped was a good thing.
"I think they're gone." She said, relieved.
Jules had been doing various thing from biting her nails to pulling at her eyebrows and hair, to making faces in the dark. All in attempts to keep quiet and not give away their hidjng spot,
"Will Gar'ne' come an' tell us sa'e?" she asked She didn't want to leave until they kne wit was safe, what if the people were going to jump out at them?
"Maybe..." Crys said, uncertain. Just then a light bobbed down the tunnel towards them, and she heard the familiar sound of boots thudding softly on the stone. The kids all wore the same kind of shoes here, so she could tell it wasn't one of the bad people.
A boy ran over to them, a headlamp strapped to his head. "Elijah! Are they gone?" Crys asked him, relieved that someone older than her was there. Elijah was fourteen, almost a grownup.
He nodded. "The Garden's a mess, but they're gone."
"The gar'en's a mess?" Jules asked, she thought of her little plot of land and knit her eye brows in worry. Had the destroyed it? She'd had so many big plans for her garden. She frowned,
"Di' 'ey des'ro my par' a 'e gar'en?" she asked, clutching her pillow close to her chest.
"Everything can be fixed." Crystal assured her. "Besides, why would they touch your spot? There's nothing there but dirt yet."
"Us older kids are cleaning everything up right now." Elijah informed them as he lead them through the tunnels. "The Gardener says you should all stay near the bedrooms for now, though, because it's dangerous past that. There's some broken glass and he doesn't want you getting cut." The words sounded recited, like he had been told what to say.