Chapter One
It started with a book. At least…I think it started with a book. See, I seem to have a problem.
I can't remember.
And looking at the situation at hand that probably wasn't the best thing right now. Sorry, am I being too vague?
Deal with it.
All I wanted was a book. Just a book for Pete's sake! But somehow I had ended up in a shack (at least I think it was a shack), hog tied, and as sore as the day I had to do four 400 meter dashes, three 200 meter dashes, and nine 100 meter dashes for the hell known as track. In consecutive and only allowed to have a swig or two of water.
Just a little pain, no?
I searched my memory trying to remember, trying to survive, but to little avail. All I remember is the fat ol' librarian giving me a grin while handing me a candle when it got dark in the ancient library. Yeah, it didn't even have electricity, it was that old. Ah, but that was beside the point! The important thing was that I had probably been kidnapped, was blindfolded, and probably going to get raped and die at any moment!
I still could remember some things like my name (Jane Compton), age (sixteen), who my abuela and my papa were…but beyond that? It was just a foggy mess.
I always knew my books would get my in trouble. And no, groundings and getting yelled at for not doing homework done 'cause I was up till three devouring a good story don't count!
A squeak and the flooding of heat on my face interrupted my ranting and I figured someone had opened a door. I turned my sightless face towards it, trying to figure out from the sounds he (or she) made what sort of physical condition this person was. But I didn't need it. An unusual smell of bread, flowery perfume, and blood assailed my poor nose and I sneezed violently. For some reason unknown to me, my sniffer was amazingly sharp. But then again, the perfume was so strong I doubted a head cold sufferer would not have smelt. I fought the urge to wrinkle my nose, but failed miserably.
"W-who are you?" I stuttered, trying not to sneeze again. The woman (at least I hoped it was a woman. Any man wearing that much perfume should be illegal. Well any man wearing any perfume, for that matter.)
I shook my head to clear it of my ramblings. Stupid side-tracking mind.
The woman just sniffed haughtily and flicked my forehead. Instantly, a deeper darkness surround me and I drifted into unconsciousness, only one thing echoing in my mind.
WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!?!?!