Hey there reader. Okay, sorry about this lame start. This is the first time I have written a fan fiction, but I guess I will have to get used to it. The story I will write about is based off of the Tiger's Curse series in the last book. You all have probably skipped this stupid part of me introducing myself, but what the heck, at least I can feel like you're actually listening to me. I guess I should get to the point, or, uh, story. *Clears throat* Here you guys go. –YoungRider316
It was difficult to decipher where my surroundings were when I awakened. I was lying upon a cold, hard, surface that was also rigid and very uncomfortable on my back. My eyes flutter open, and I am in a cobblestone cell with one window with attached bars to it, a doorway that leads so what looks like a bathroom, one bed, on which I was lying on right now, and it also contained another door. I ignore the pounding headache as best as I can, and the soreness that has covered my body, and run to the door, letting a seed of hope grow in my chest. But that seed quickly shrivels up when the door knob makes no effort to turn. I turn around and face the room that I was being held in. Held caught my attention. I didn't want to let emotions take control of me and make me become brittle and weak, but I was too tired to hold them off. I knew exactly who was holding me, but not where I was being detained. Memories bombarded me and made my situation even worse. Lokesh has me, and not only had Ren, Kishan, Mr. Kadam, and Nilima convinced me that I would not be captured by him, but I did as well. Now that reality has hit me, I feel incredibly stupid, and I kick myself for not listening to Ren, until I hear a soft murmur of voices.
I knew it was Hindi from the experience of hearing the brothers often speak it, but, unlike theirs, these men's were harsh, and sounded aggressive. The door swings open, and I jolt up on to the side of my bed, my stance wary. He speaks something in Hindi to me and I give him a confused look.
"I don't speak Hindi." I tell him.
He motions to the doorway, and I get up slowly and wonder why he didn't force me through the doorway. Scared of a little girl, are you? I watch him closely, and realize that he stays quite a distance away as I head to the doorway. Then, does he grab my elbow roughly and lead me down through the hallway. I do my best to memorize every detail as we walk, but the perplexed feeling I was still containing interfered with it. The hall way opens up to a large room with velvety, violet carpets and rugs, dark brown wooden tables, luscious coaches, shelves bursting with books all labeled something in Hindi, a fireplace with intense, flickering flames, artifacts and decor that looks incredibly valuable, oh, and not to mention Lokesh, who had occupied himself in a plush chair seated in front of a desk.
"Good evening Kelsey. Would you like to sit?" He offers, but I know that it is a question that that I can't deny. I take a seat on the edge of a chair in front of the desk, prepared for anything to come. Whispers of chilling wind come from a cracked window to the right of me.
"It's quite a cold night, isn't it?" I ask him.
"Indeed it is Kelsey." He pauses for a moment. "I'm not going to waste any time here, do you understand?" I nod. "Good, because there is much to accomplish." He grins, and I understand exactly what he means, and it makes me want to puke. For the first time, I become conscious of the Bengal tiger's head hanging on the wall to my left, but I quickly avert my eyes. Unfortunately, Lokesh noticed my horrified glance at the tiger's head.
"I don't know about how your tiger's would react, but this one certainly didn't enjoy its treatment. Would you like me to find out with your tigers?" I quickly shake my head.
"I want to see you bright and early tomorrow. I have plans." He says, clearly dismissing me.
I am escorted back to my room, cell, and I try to fall asleep with chilling goose bumps and wide, brown eyes.