[center] [color=SteelBlue] [h2] Abel "Abe" Parker [/h2] [/color] [/center]

Throughout the entire talk, Abel fought every single urge he had to stand up and scream his head off. He wanted to - he wanted to, so desperately. He had no control over this situation, and that infuriated him. He was at his wit's edge when the group of a dozen or so walked into the auditorium, taking a place at the bottom. 

Coaches. Abel closed his eyes and breathed away the anger that continued to rise up in him. As the coaches were instructed to disperse, Abel wanted to take this chance to make a run for it. He was fast, so he could probably make it to the exit before they could catch him. He turned towards the doorway, but ran into another body. His eyes shot up and he saw the man that stood before him. He was at least four inches taller than him, with dark skin and defined muscles that bulged against his black sweatshirt.. He was huge, but he couldn't have been very fast. That meant Abel could possibly outrun him. 

[color=Steelblue] [i]There goes my size advantage.[/i] [/color] He swallowed, looking the large man in the eyes, the latter returning an unwavering gaze as well. "Follow me." He said in a low baritone. He turned and walked away, and Abel reluctantly complied. 

The tall man lead him through several corridors, moving far too fast for Abel to memorize the turns. He finally stopped at an open door a minute later, turning to Abel and motioning him to go through. The young man stepped to the doorframe, but didn't go in. The room was white and empty, save for a single chair at the opposite side.

He felt the guy step closer to him. He went for it. He turned, throwing all 180 pounds into his rotation, and slammed his elbow against the man's torso to shove him again the door.

He failed miserably. 

Before his elbow could even touch, the man caught it with his left hand and pressed his right hand against Abel's back, shoving him towards the chair. [b]"Stop it."[/b] He said calmly. Abel slapped the ground with his palm, letting out a furious grunt. [b]"Please sit in the chair."[/b] 

Abel stood, not sitting down. [color=steelblue]"You can't keep me here!"[/color]

[b]"We can. We will."[/b] The man said. [b]"I'm not your enemy."[/b] His voice was level and even, enough to slightly chip away at Abel's tension. [b]"My name is Ezra. We're not here to hurt you. You can cooperate, and we can help each other out. The faster you do, the faster you get to see Emily, Erin, and your mother again."[/b] His use of their name sent another spike of frustration up Abel's spine.

Ezra stepped through the doorway, shutting the door behind him. He crossed his arm and looked at Abel. [b]"Or, you can resist, and this can be the longest experience of your entire life."[/b] 

Abel clenched his fists together and breathed a shaky breath. 

[b]"What'll it be?"[/b] Ezra asked in his low tone. 

The younger of the two slowly released his fists and swallowed again. He focused on steadying his breathing to a normal pattern. Abel closed his eyes, hanging his head in the air. He sighed, then reluctantly sat.