Chapter 1
Chapter 1 – Prologue~
The sack rustles as it’s pulled off my head, blinding an already dizzy me.“You really think she’s anything special?” A girl asks. She has dirty blonde hair, the dirt and grime accenting her features causing it to look even darker.
“She’s capable of more than even she gives herself credit for, Charlie.” A man with a deep British accent says from somewhere behind me. I unintentionally tense at the sound.
“Ya think?” The girl, Charlie, asked. Her icy blue gaze suddenly locks onto mine, “She don’t seem all that special to me.” Her voice has a slight New York accent to it.
My hazy eyes scan the room; we are underground; there are boxes of who knows what scattered around, and there are three people in the room with us; there’s Charlie, behind her is a figure I can’t quite make out, but they’re taller than her, and then there’s the man behind me, who I can’t see, but sense him lingering close behind me.
“Wh-what do you want from me?”
My voice comes out a lot shakier and more slurred than I had hoped– making me sound a lot like a scared teenager (which I was) instead of someone who could take them on singlehandedly and win (which I definitely was not.). What really concerns me though, is how hard it is for me to form simple words, and how slurred they came out.
Charlie leans right in, so close our noses are almost touching. My breath hitches.
She smiles, but something about it unnerves me.
“Oh she’s a cutie.” She says to the others, not breaking eye contact with me, “I like her~” She boops my nose like I’m some pet.
“Stop playing with the girl, Char.” The figure behind her steps out of the shadows. It’s a boy who doesn’t look much older than Charlie, but he’s about a foot taller than her, give or take. He’s handsome in a sort of I-could-kill-you-if-I-wanted-to-and-then-get
-away-with-it type. He’s got a heart shaped face and soft features, and, unlike Charlie who was wearing a tank top that was ripped and probably a few sizes too small, he was wearing a red and white tie-dye shirt which looked to fit him.
“You’ll scare her.” He pulls her off my chair which she was so kindly using as a full body lean-on.
He crouched down in front of me, his smile the same as Charlie’s, but without the penetrating blue eyes, which were instead a much calmer blue.
“The sedatives will wear off soon.” He told me. “An hour, tops. Then you can scream and yell at us all you want.”
My head throbs. They had what? They’d sedated me? Why? How? When? What dosage had they given me and how long was I out? How far away from home am I?
“...What?” Comes my groggy voice.
He just laughs, patting my shoulder as he stands up.
“You’ll be fine.”
Then I black out again.
