I know I was supposed to post the next part yesterday but I got caught up in life and forgot (in other words: I was too lazy to sit down and write it) to post it! Sorry about that guys! Next time I will try to be better about that!

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He paused for a second walk to the door of the room and barked out some orders. In a minute, a man wearing another leather jacket walked in with a tray. The tray had a clear glass of water and a bowl of mush (I hoped it was oatmeal). I had been so engrossed in the story that I did not realize I was terribly thirsty and hungry.

        When the tray was placed down in front of me the “waiter” untied my hands. I quickly gulped down the water and picked up a spoon. I took a bite. It was not oatmeal! Although it was the worst tasting food I had ever had, I was starving.

        Now that I had eaten, the panic and the memories came back. No one was in the room. I took a better look around the place looking for a place to escape. I could see a small window high up on the wall beside me, but it was too small to climb through. Behind me and to my right there was nothing on the hard stone wall.

        Then I remembered my hands. The waiter hadn’t come back and my hands were still untied. Quickly and quietly I reached down to my feet and tried to untie the knots, but they were too tight for human hands. I remembered my pocketknife that I hid in my suit for safety reasons. I reached into my pocket but it was empty. They had taken it. I looked around for anything on the floor. There was nothing. I reached down and felt under my bed.

        “Ouch!” I cried out but quickly caught myself because I didn’t want anyone to hear. Something had cut my hand. I pulled my hand up and saw blood trickling down my hand. I swiftly tore of a piece of my shirt and wrapped my hand in it. What had cut me? What could be that sharp underneath the bed? I reached down again this time more cautiously and felt around until I found the blade. I ran my fingers across it until I felt a handle. I pulled down and it surprisingly came off quite easily. I held it up in front of me. It was a knife. Who would hide a knife under a bed like this? I didn’t have time to think.

I sat up and started cutting the ropes. I heard footsteps coming down the hall towards my room. I lay back down and hid the knife in my back pocket trying to look inconspicuous.

“I’m sorry if I didn’t introduce myself before. I’m Zack…” The man said

“What have you done to the colony’s generator?” I asked without even thinking about what he had just said.

“If you must know, I enhanced the power of it.” He replied as he took a bite of a delicious looking pastry he had been holding.

“I thought you didn’t care about the colony though!” I said, confused.

“I don’t care about the people of your colony. I want to overtake it!”

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As always come back next week (I'll try to get it out on Saturday) for another engrossing story by Jesse Lind!