"I'm blind" the thought broke the silence in my head. My intire body ached. I could feel the fabric surrounding me, trapping me in the dark small space. However the most worrying questions came soon after. "Who am 'I'? Where am I?"
Pressure was suddenly applied to the bag, hands maybe, I shuffled round trying to get a better grasp of my location while the person on the outside muffled a cry of fear. "They if something in there." A male voice yelled. I reached my hand up to grip a zip which I instinctively pulled allowing my hand to stretch out to freedom. Cold icy air wrapped around my fingures claiming my arm, then my breath. I slowly removed myself from the bag limb by limb first my arms and then legs. "Are you seeing this" the male whispered. Men In suits secured the perimeter, incircling me, staring at me. I looked down at my bare feet, my naked body before wrapping my arms around myself. I was covered head to toe in tattoos. Bright lights shone around me from helicopters circling the area. Big walls and tents covered enclosed the bag and me. "What the hell was happening." I span round to face the man who had yelled out. He stepped back petrified before running from the circle. The suited men marched forward grabbing me and forcing me into the network of tents. Right, left, right, right, left, past computers and lab coated people and suited men, into more white corridors and rooms they dragged my naked body feet barely touching the ground. "I've had enough" I thought. I lashed my legs out catching the two suited men off guard, before I punched guard number one in the stomach, as he bent down lifted my arms and letting gravity pull them down my arms landed squarely on his back, which let out a loud crack. The second guard had my fist in his face knocking him out with swift precision. Both landed starfished on the ground.
Realising I had no idea were I was I was greatful to hear the first friendly voice since I got out of the bag. "Enough." I turned fully aware of my bare body, to face a man, he had dark hair and aged lines on his face, but his eyes, his eyes were of a clear blue which danced and sparkled like a young mans. This man had seen some terrible things, this man had seen wars and battles greater then himself. His voice was gruff and required respect. However under all these dangerous facters was a man who cared deeply for others a man who was kind and... The man sneaking behind me knew I was distracted, even so I heard his quiet breath and the drip of liquid from the drug hidden in the bullet of his gun. I smelt the excitment and fear that erupted of him. I felt it all. I swerved at the sound of his gun firering, turning as if everything was in slow motion I dodged the bullet easily before expertly disarming his gun by twisting the barrel from his hand. He stared at me. I stared at the gun in my hand. What had I done. Tears dripped from my face as I turned to face the other man the man that oozed trust, who I wanted to trust. "What's happening? Where am I?" I sobbed. The man behind me who's gun I had stole lept forward to catch me as I fell to my knees crying. "Its ok." He cooed. The man with the blue eyes stared at me shocked before running forward barking orders that I didn't hear.