Life on the murder scene

Ella's P.o.v It's been a week since I've been here and my stomachs hurting really badly on and off. I haven't had my suplimemts in a while because apparently the Kill Joys don't take them which is totally unheard of! Daddy told me that everyone takes them because... That's just what we do. These boys, Gerard, Ray, and Frank are odd. They act very differently than anyone I've ever met. Gerard with his dyed white hair and Ray and Frank with there constant bickering. I don't understand how they can argue when the world around them is perfect! I looked around the darkened cave and sighed. No one would tell me where we were besides the basic facts of it being a cave. Which any moron could have figured out just by looking around. But I suppose that's why they told me that. It was probably two hour since Ray started his watch of me. So that'd make it almost midnight. "If you could go somewhere, anywhere. Where would you go and visit?" Asked the curly dark haired male beside me. He stare was full of curiosity that actually made me want to answer. Instead I shrugged and looked down at the bandana tied around my wrist and the rope around my feet and sighed. I didn't want to talk much but honestly, right now I was so glad I had the option to. Ray was my favorite of my captors. He would talk to me and sometimes sneak me some of his food because I refused to eat when Frank and Gerard would try and feed me. I don't trust either of them. And I doubt I ever really will. Ray on the other hand even though I've barely said anything to him he's been genuinely kind to me. Ray is the only person I've talked to for the last six or seven days and even with him I barley get more than two words out at a time. But even though I don't say much, he still tries to get some sentences out of me. Which he sometimes succeeds at. But mostly we play a game when the others are asleep. He would ask me a basic question and I would answer with a nod or head shake no. So far he's figured out my favorite color and wether I liked vampires or werewolves more. Which I thought was a really odd question but answered werewolves anyway. I was taken back out of my head by Ray's questioning. "Come on Ella. You have to answer this one. Everyone has at least one place they want to visit and your no exception." I rolled my eyes then looked back up at Ray. He was a lot taller than me, even sitting down so I actually did have to look up. Ray was smiling at me softly and I actually considered the question. Where do I want to go? I've never been outside of zone zero, never the less outside of the state so I wasn't sure. I racked my brain for places I've heard myths of. And after a few minutes, I thought of one. "New York City... I want to go to New York City and see all the pretty lights at night." Ray seemed taken back by my answer. He opened his mouth to speak then quickly closed it. He looked as if he was weighing his options. I raised my eyebrow at him. "Nothing, it's just you broke your record by fifteen words..." His smile grew wider. But from the look in his eyes I could tell there was more than that. I think that's what I liked most about Ray, Gerard, and Frank. Most people I've met in my life eyes' were the same cloudy shade of grey that came with being pro BL, pro bliss as my daddy reminded me constantly. At first I thought I'd miss him a lot more but now I really don't feel that way. I miss my books most of all and last night Ray said he'd try to get me a book or two next week when it was his turn to raid. And when I asked him that if by raid he meant steal he laughed. But it wasn't one of the good natured laughs he did when he was around Gerard or even the mocking laugh he did around Frank. It sounded like he was choking on something. And when I asked if he was alright he just nodded. "It's almost time for the shift Ella ok?" I nodded. Ray had figured out that I didn't like Frank very much so he tried to give me as much warning as possible. "I'm sorry but you have to put the gag back on." He lifted the loosely tied bandana that was left around my neck to my moth and In between my lips. I was used to this routine by now but every night when it was time for him to leave he still apologized. I'm not sure why he does this even though it's not his fault but I guess he feels bad for me. Ray mouthed a quick goodnight that I could barley registered with the bad lighting that was only being provided by the lone torch that he held as he stood. He walked over to Frank who was walking towards us from one of the tunnels in the cave. As the light and Ray slowly disappeared I laid on my side and pressed my ear to the cool stone. This is what I did when Frank was on watch. I would pretend that I would hear sounds coming from the ground until I would fall asleep. And that's what I'll do again tonight and probably every night until I could convince Ray to help me get out of here.

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