World War Three ~~

(Really? The L? In a roleplay? Lol)
Suddenly there was a noise. Rattling bushes. "Oh shit," Steve whispered, inspecting the scene. When he looked behind the bush, he saw a girl. A girl who was all scarred dirty and skinny.
It was no Lucy or Jayde though.

(I don't want to bother getting past the censor. XD)
"Are you a s*x slave?" Brandon blurted out.
"Brandon! That's just rude! She needs our help," Steven shoved Brandon over.
"Sorry, first thing I could think of," Brandon muttered, looking the girl up and down. All she did was stand there shaking.

"I'm not fighting, I swear!" She yelled, scared that they might be part of the US's CEO or something like that.

"Calm down, we aren't going to hurt you," Steven blinked, surprised at the girl. "Who are you and how long have you been watching us?"
"Not very long..." the girl trailed off. "My name is April."

Brandon starred at the girl with scars and scratches all over her face. "Are you-" Brandon started but Steven slammed his hand over his face. Brandon uncovered his mouth and glared at Steven. Then he continued, slowly, "Okay. Are you okay?" Steven mumbled, "Whoops, sorry." April looked oddly at them. "Yeah....I'm fine." She half lied.

"You don't look fine," Steven pointed out.
"You look familiar...." Brandon trailed off.
"I don't see why I would....wait! Is your name Brandon? Brandon Holbrook?" April gasped slightly.

"April...Sloane? Is that you? I knew you looked firmiliar!" Brandon shouted, both April And Steven shushing him.

"I assume you know each other?" Steven muttered.
"Yeah! I lived on the same street as her and Luc-" he exclaimed, suddenly reminded of his endangered friend.

"Lucy," April finished. (I'm stuck)

"Am I the only one who remembers Lucy isn't the only one in trouble here? Remember Chris? The person we came here for in the first place?" Steven shook Brandon.

"And Jayde," Brandon beamed, "Remember?" Steven shrugged. Brandon gave Steven an you-are-an-idiot look.

"Wait, who?" April asked, clearly confused. "I feel very lost."
"So do we. April, how the hell did you get here?" Brandon asked.

"Long story," April said emerging from the bushes, "And don't have time to tell it. We need to save Lucy and that kid!"

"Not so fast Miss April," Steven held his hand up, halting her. "I have no idea who you are and Lucy can wait. Sorry Brandon," he added, last second.

"You're not the boss of me," April snapped, "Neither are you of Brandon. We want to go, so we are going." Steven looked surprised. That was not the best first impression she could have made. Brandon got up and stood next to April, seeming like a skyscraper next to her. "She's right," Brandon agreed. Steven sat there stunned, as he watched Brandon start to plan with a girl Steven did even know.

Snapping out of it and shaking his head, Steven turned to the younger teenagers. "Okay, look. I have watched over three kids younger than me, over a two-year time span. The least you can do is tell me who the hell she is before we go on some underplanned, idiotic adventure to save Lucy, when we don't even know what's happening to her!" He huffed, gasping for air.

"Idiotic," Brandon repeated, suddenly hurt. He nodded. "Let's go," he said grabbing April's arm and totally leaving Steven. "That's not what I meant," Steven yelled to them. "Yeah and I guess I wasn't MEANT to be your friend," Brandon shouted back. A lump rose in Brandon's throat when he said this, but he held back his tears and lead April somewhere far from Steven.

Lucy-
"Okay Miss, Lucy was it? Since you decided to play hero and rescue your friend, I've decided to make you be a very special person here. I think everyone will be quite pleased," Jayde's dad smirked.

Lucy's eyes widened. "Meaning what...?" She said, shaking of fright.

"Look, obviously, I am not a married man," his deep voice rumbled, and his finger stroked Lucy's chin gently. Lucy nodded, terrified inside.
"Here's how this will work. I have a pretty little outfit for you to wear. You will wear it while you're chained up in the corner. Our men need some form of....entertainment."

Lucy nodded, showing no emotion, but deep down she was crying and terrified. She was only a teen. Jayde's dad commanded her to follow, and she did.

(S*X SLAVES FOR THE WIN! XD)
"Come on," Jayde's father said fifteen minutes later, tapping his foot impatiently. "Have you never changed your clothes?"
"Not in front of anyone," she murmured quietly.

"Then go in there," he said pointing to a metal door. Slowly, she walked inside and saw it was a prison cell. Or used to be.

"Alright," Lucy agreed, carefully taking off her jacket and clothing, and pulling on the skimpy fabric instead. I hate this. I want to go home. I hate this! She screamed inside, but the tears and words wouldn't come out. And this wasn't the worst of what was to come.

She changed and came out, closing the door. "Smile," the dad said. She gave him a weak smile and he smirked, "Sexy!"