CHAPTER ONE
I woke up startled and rolled over so I could see the clock. It said 2:35 AM.
"Damn it's early!" I said to myself.
I had a bad feeling in my stomach like something was about to go wrong. I walked over to the window and peeked out and there I saw a man, watching from the apartment across from mine. They had found me again I thought to myself as I quickly shut the blinds. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I ran to the kitchen in the tiny one room apartment I had rented when I first came to Pennsylvania. I turned on the gas stove and pulled out the bottle of vodka
pouring it on the gas. The mixture caused a huge fire to ensue in the small
kitchen. I ran to the door where I kept a constantly packed bag and my keys. I
grabbed them and darted for the door as quickly as I could. As I ran past
the flame consumed kitchen I glanced at the blaring fire alarm. With no other
hesitations, I ran out the door and down the flight of stairs trying to keep
the chaos to come out of my mind. I arrived to the 2nd floor and dashed down
the hall moving past other tenants who were out of their apartments trying to
find out what all the noise was. I got to the window at the end of the hall and
smashed through the window, diving into the cold night air. I landed with a crack but couldn’t feel the pain. The adrenaline and drive to survive were what fueled me. My heart beat fast as I spotted my Ducati I had inherited. I jumped on and sped away as fast as I could. I didn't look behind me but I knew they were there I could feel them chasing me. I had run out of the area I knew into a crazy unknown part of town. I sped in the dark of night, where I met no one other than the occasional drunk idiot racing to get home. I kept taking blind turns left and
right until I hit a dead end. I hopped off the bike and looked for an escape
but my anxiety kept me slightly distracted. Why was I so distracted? I couldn't see an escape and it didn't matter anyway. They were here. My heart pounded and my palms sweaty. My mind was screaming at me to get us out of here. There were about a dozen of them, but only one stepped forward.
"Incendia," he said holding his hand out in a gesture that I think was supposed to be calming.
I lunged in an effort to do an offensive maneuver my Father had taught me when I was young. I was out of practice and he was trained. His blow sent me flying into the wall. I turned and hit the wall with my hand. I heard a crack and pain shot up my arm, he BROKE it. I groaned and got up racing to a fence I had just seen swinging myself over with my good arm. I don't know why I hadn't seen it before. I was usually pretty quick but something was weird with me tonight. I ran to a huge truck that was running but no one was in it. That’s strange I thought to myself but I was desperate. I got in and drove off sliding my pack off my back slowly. I tried to get the first aid out, but I was too distracted and before I could do anything, ran head on into an eighteen-wheeler. My truck that didn't seem so big anymore went rolling. I saw lights and flashes, heard screams and did not realize they were my own until everything was black.
When I woke I felt strange. I was in a white bed in a white room with white furniture and a red door. I sat up as soon as I noticed where I was. Why was I in this strange room? Where were my parents and my room with my great bed and all my belongings? I was so confused. Then I remembered everything. The accident, the running, the beating and all the things that had happened rushed back like there was a big dam in my head that the water just broke through. It was all coming back so fast. Too fast. And then the black came back. The dream came not long after I passed out. I was sucked in. I was with my family in my house and mother stuck me under the floor.
"Don't make a sound," she whispered.
She knew they were coming. My father kissed my forehead. They closed the hatch, and I heard noises above me. I peeked out. No one noticed me there they because they were just arguing but it was getting heated. A man punched my father and sent him tumbling to the floor punching and kicking. I couldn't watch. I was supposed to stay safe. My mother attacked the woman that was there, but she didn't fall to the floor like my father had. I turned my attention to the man and my dad. The man smirked as he pulled a knife out of his jacket pocket and stabbed my Dad. He picked up my Father and threw him over to the side like a doll. I quickly ran back down the small hideout spot and heard a thump where the opening of the hatch was. I looked around in the darkness but managed to see that there was a tunnel. I ran down the dark path for a few minutes of blind twists and turns before I smelled smoke. Something was burning. Then I realized the house that was on top of me had been set on fire. The house I had called my home. I woke up, still in the white room, but there was a note that was on a table next to my bed this time. God all this white made my head hurt. I looked at myself to find I was in a hospital gown and my right ankle and foot was in a brace, but it
Didn’t hurt. My wrist was in a cast, obviously broken. I was bruised all over.
I gasped as I saw the marks on my body. I turned to pick up the note.
Incendia if you are reading this you are obviously awake. There is a glass of water and
pills. Take them. Press the blue button on the wall NOT the red.
I turned looking for the buttons that were next to my bed on the wall. I pressed the red button, yes the red one. An alarm sounded and in came a nurse and a big
man. I recognized him as the one who sent me flying into the wall. I could now
get a good look at him. Tall, broad shoulders, sizeable muscles, a strange
bronze colored skin dark hair and bright green eyes that looked almost unnatural. He frowned and stormed over to me.
"Incendia this is not a game!" he scolded.
"Yes it is," I replied.
"You can leave. I have her under control but bring her some food," he said as the nurse left.
He walked over to the corner and sat in a chair....... that was white . . . like the room . . .and everything in it. We sat there in silence until the nurse came back in
with a tray of food. He got up and took the tray from her, and put it on the table next to my bed.
He handed me a note and said, "It was in the car."
I nodded and took it from him grabbing the pills and water realizing I hadn't taken them yet. I took them and opened the note.
Inda I hope you like the truck. It was all I could find that would suit you.
Luv ya,
A friend.
Strange. Who could have known? How would they have known? I grabbed the food and dug in forgetting for a second who was with me. I stopped eating so barbarically and picked up the knife and fork and started eating slowly.
“God this is awkward,” I thought to myself.
"Where would you have gone?" he asked.
"Texas" I said noticing a slight accent that I couldn't pin point.
"Why?" He took out a phone and sent a text I assume.
"That’s why, It's the last place you would have looked me running back to my home." I answered.
"It's so obvious it's not. Hmmm." He said.
"You speak good English where are you from?" I asked.
"A hard language to learn. You'll know where I am from soon enough." he said trying to be mysterious.
"Okayyyy whatever," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Who knows where you are? Who gave you the truck? WHO did you contact?" he demanded.
"LISTEN YOU MAY BE ALL BIG AND MIGHTY OR WHATEVER BUT YOU AREN'T GONNA BE A HUGE *edit your post and this will go away* AND START
DEMANDING *edit your post and this will go away* I DON'T KNOW WHO IT WAS OKAY!" I screamed.
No way in hell was this *edit your post and this will go away* hole gonna speak to me like that.
"You're so undisciplined," he murmured to himself.
"I'll be back tomorrow," he whispered getting up and walking out.
I was alone with no TV or book (doesn't matter I don't read) or anything. There was nothing to do but sleep. I had a dreamless night and when I woke up he was already in my room. I sat up and he pointed to the pills and breakfast on the table next to my bed. I took the pills and ate. He threw some old clothes on my bed and said, "Get dressed I'm taking you for the tour."
Opinions, Input wanted
-Thanks
~Inda~
