Judging by the way my
joints are aching and my tired eyes it must be morning. My head is dangling and
I don’t hear the door open. Someone clears their throat and I try to
distinguish what the person looks like from those three seconds. Nothing like
warming up the old senses, right?
I’m guessing it was a
male who has a deep voice but prefers not to use it or is struggling to make
his vocal chords work. I saw him as a tall man with who was used to taking
orders, someone who had a rough past. Yeah, I’m pretty good at this thing.
I slowly raise my head
making it crack loudly. I lift it higher and higher until it showed the man
that I am not one who is usually broken. I must look like a wreck though
because when I first raised my head he flinched his face turning into one with
disgust. It quickly transformed and he waited patiently during my slow rise
meeting my stare the entire time.
He shuffles from foot to
foot and I notice the nervousness behind the pale blue eyes as he starts to
speak.
“Look I don’t want to be
here anymore than you do,” he starts with a hushed voice, “I just need you to
cooperate and we can get out of here. Okay?”
I put all my energy into
a smirk and say with a gravelly voice that I don’t recognize,
“Yeah okay, sir.”
I squint and my smirk
vanished. My gravelly voice turns into one of flawless steel; I don’t know who
was more surprised.
“I know that you are
here to lead me away, probably to some other sort of torture chamber, so there
is no reason to sugar coat it,”
His face morphs into a
blank slate, but his eyes show the sadness. I look away wishing I didn’t see
that so it’d be easier to hate him. I always try to believe that everyone has
some good in them but I need to learn from my mistakes. I need to be distant; I
can’t get attached to anybody. Eric being the exception of course.
I sigh a little at the
thought of my only friend outside the fence away from me, but it also calmed
me. He is safe.
“Are you going to
unchain me now?” I ask with false cheer.
The man sighs and walks
over. He delicately raised my arm so it is up to his face and turns it over. I
catch a glimpse of a keypad. Huh they are getting high tech with this stuff, I
mean really? A keypad for chains locked against the wall? Seriously?
The chains unlock and I
rub my wrists which became pink from the chafing of the metal.
“Come with me,” He says
in an even tone.
I follow him down the
blank hallway and I hear strange sounds. There are strangled screams and... Gurgling
sounds? Okay let’s hope I don’t go in there.
“Here we are.”
We stopped in front of a
metal wall.
“Ha ha, very funny,” I
say humorlessly.
He rolls his eyes and
runs his hand against the smooth metal. Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. I
cross my arms and lean against the cold wall.
His hand stops on an
invisible point and he stares at a tiny hole in the wall. A scanner goes over
his eye and makes a beep. He then proceeds to place his hand on the dot and
then he says a string of numbers which must have taken forever to memorize.
I’ve moved my position
to behind him looking at the dot. What’s going to happen now the wall’s going
to split in two opening to a dark hallway with one door at the end? Please.
The metal wall slides
open. You’ve got to be kidding me. The dark hallway is a little different than
I thought. Lights were everywhere, the ceiling, and the walls, even the floor
had lights running up the sides. Every color in here that wasn’t a light is
black.
The man goes down the
hall of dark and light first, I follow close behind. Our footsteps echo
throughout the hall and when we reach the door, which was farther away than
what I originally thought, the man has to put in another key code and have his
eyes scanned again.
We walk into a small
room that is probably designed to make people comfortable. There is a small
table with a checkered cloth and a lone chair in a corner, a tall lamp sits in
another corner, a picture window showing the outside on the far wall, and a
brown armchair in the middle of the room. What was strange is the large mirror
taking up an entire wall. One way glass my paranoid mind says. Great.
I walk inside and the
door slides shut behind me. I turn around and start banging on the door, even
though it’s useless.
“Let me out!” I scream.
After about an hour or
so my throat is scratchy and my knuckles are swollen and bleeding, and a
crackle comes over an intercom.
“Ah, disambiguation, or
thunder, so nice of you to settle down.”
I look around the room
for speakers but don’t see any. I stumble towards the glass and press my face
against the mirror trying to see if there is anyone in there. I can’t see
anything, dang it.
Well if I can’t see them by looking I’ll have to use
force. I back up a bit and roundhouse kick the glass it wavers but doesn’t
crack. I’m about to kick it again but a voice stops me.
“Now, now cousin. No need to be feisty.”
Abaddon.
“What are you doing here?” I ask coldly.
“Well after I was finished with your parents I decided to
go see you! Surprise!”
Yeah some surprise.
“Where am I?” I ask.
“You are in your new home! Do you like the window? I
asked for that for you especially,” I can hear the grin on his face widening.
I sit on the floor and cross my arms. If there is one
thing I know about him it’s that he hates being ignored.
“So early Audra?” I swivel myself so that I’m facing away
from the mirror.
He sighs frustrated muttering something.
“Well you were going to learn sometime we might as well
get it out of the way.”
Get what out of the way? I hear the swoosh of the door
opening and I stand up fast and sprint to the door. The next thing I see
confuses me.
“Every time you disobey me you get a visit from Stan.”
A very large man was blocking the
doorway and I back away. What did I get myself into?
