The sound of dipping water and the cold wake her. She jolts up, sure she would be in a hospital. Her last memory was the car hitting her, the sound of broken glass. And that hissing noise, her head had hit the steering wheel. She fought to not blackout. She had to find her cell phone, she had to call for help.
She took the back roads home from work. It helped her to winded down. She worked three to eleven, which she was starting to hate. She felt like all she did was work and sleep. There wasn't time for much else.
So she liked the back roads. She turned up the radio and could just let all the tension of the day fade away. In all the nights she drove home that way she almost never saw a car. She really didn't see the car that hit her. It came from no where.
"You are awake," she tried to follow where the voice was come from. Her eyes searched the dark. She pulled herself forward, she looked down to her feet. She reached down her leg, finding a chain at her ankle. "Shit."
"Where," Amber's voice was hoarse.
"I didn't think you would wake up." Amber looked toward the voice again. The figure moved closer. A girl probably the same age as her came into force. She was wearing a white nightgown. Amber realized she was wearing the same one.
"What is your name?"
"Haley," she could hear her voice break, "not that it matters."
"I'm Amber," she cleared her throat. Haley started crying, "how long have you been here?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Listen, calm down," Amber moved closer to her. Amber hoped she could give her information. Tell her where she was, how she got there.
"Yeah," Haley laughed, "you have no idea, where you are, or what is coming." Amber tried to get her feet under her, but her legs were like jello. She took a deep breathe sitting herself up. Pain ripped through her.
Both turned hearing a door open. Amber noticed the light was coming from above. Four people came down a staircase. Amber used the light coming in to look around. They were in a basement. The floor was concrete. The chain on her ankle was attached to the wall. There wasn't anything else in the room.
Haley backed up crawling her legs up, Amber turned hearing her sobs. A figure stood in front of Amber blocking the light. "I knew you would wake up." Amber tried to see the face talking to her. She could make out a bread and what seemed like long hair. She heard another walking to the center pull a string. A light bud hanging from the ceiling came on.
Amber couldn't take the light. She covered her eyes. "How," she tried to speak again. She tried to remember. There were no sirens, but people where there pulling her from the car. What about the car that hit her? Why was she chained? Who were theses man? Why was Haley so upset?
Three other man stood, one seemed bigger than the other. Amber kept her eyes down. Her head hurt, her eyes watered from the light. "Such a pretty face," she pulled away from his touch. Her reaction made him chuckle. His attention turned to Haley, she cried harder as he moved closer. "My girl," he moved down close to her.
"Please," Haley cried.
"Oh," the man laughed, "this is not my doing. I only go by what I am told." His hand went up, and the three man moved close to him. He stood nodding at them.
Two of the man went to Amber's side. One was darker compacted with long dark hair. The other was a bit smaller, they settled on either side. While the third made his moved toward Haley. "No," she sobbed backing herself as far as she could away from them. "It's not fair, why!"
Amber sat as quiet as she could. Theses man were big, to big to fight. Plus she was chained to a wall. She knew somethings awful was about to happen. Haley knew and had most likely seen it before. "Child," the bearded one barked, "it is just not you! You are not the one!" Amber bit her lip trying to hold a sob in. She glanced over see something shiny.
"No," Haley howled again.
"Don't toy with her," the bearded man warned. The other man only nodded, holding up what now Amber could tell was a knife. Her heart started to race.
"This is just part of life," Amber hadn't noticed the bearded man was in her face again. "Those who are chosen, and thoses," he glanced back toward Haley, "who are not." He stood, the other two looked up at him. "You are part of the new way. We all are," his arms reached out. "I have been told, I have seen. And you Amber are the vessel." Ambers almost gasped, hearing him call her by her name. "You are choose, just like Roman, Seth and Dean." Amber looked around trying to figure out who was who. "She rest tonight and comes up tomorrow," he instructed them. He turned making his way back up the stairs.
Once she was sure he was gone, she tuned to the smaller of the two sitting with her, "what," it was all she could get out.
"Bray was told," he gave her a smile.
"Told what?"
"You are the one to bring the new world," the other spoke.
"His name is Bray," Amber asked, they both nodded.
"They are crazy," Haley screamed, "you rapist sick fucks!"
"Dean just do it," one of the man whispered. Amber turned her head.
"Shame," Dean moved close set to Haley, "she gave amazing blow jobs."
"Dean," the bigger man said.
"Roman, he likes it's too much," the other said. Amber was fighting to stay calm. She had to remember things, figure out where she was.
"Just don't watch, Seth," Roman said.
Haley kicked and spit at Dean. He flapped her on her stomach, Amber looked down at her feet. Roman and Seth seemed not able to watch either. Amber knew what he was doing by her screams and his grunts. "Fuck," Dean finally yelled out. Haley seems to be still only sobs came from her. Dean zipped his pants up. "Either you two want a last go," he called.
"Dean," Roman barked. Amber noticed they seemed upset.
"What ever," Dean waved them off. Amber turned her head seeing Haley laying there. Their eyes met, Amber's tears ran. Dean crawled over her lifting her head aaup by her hair. Haley never took her eyes off Amber as the knife ran through her neck. Amber's mouth fall open but no scream came up. Dean tossed her head down, he stood up. Roman and Seth never lifted their heads.
"Is it over," Seth asked.
"No," Dean sounded indifferent, "she still making noise." They could hear the choking gurgling sound coming from Haley. Her body still fighting to breath, as she choked on her own blood. "Oh for fuck sakes die," he rolled her over driving the knife in her chest.
Amber broke down in sobs and screams. This couldn't be real. She couldn't be here. She put her hands to her head closing her eyes rocking back and forth. "Shut up," Dean was in her face. "If you know what is good for you shut up!"
"Dean," Roman grabbed him. Dean looked at Roman, he took a deep breathe.
"Here," Seth pulled a blanket over her. "Tomorrow will be better."
"Yeah," Dean stood wrapping the knife on his pant leg, "tomorrow will be much better." Roman and Seth stood and all three went back up the stairs.
Amber crawled into a ball, she couldn't look where Haley still laid. Who was she, how did she get here? People had to be looking for her. What did he mean new world? How as she chosen? He said she was a vessel. It was all to much. Another wave of tears hit her. She sat up wrapping her face. She looked over at Haley, her eyes frozen open. Amber crawled toward her. She reached over closing her eyes, "sorry," Amber whispered.