Chapter 1: Buried by feminam.
"This does not look good" I said, taking a quick look around.
I was in a room, a room that was dark beyond the light that hanged over my head. Rope held me down in to a wooden chair; I tried struggling, but only go splinters and cuts in return.
'No, no it doesn't' Alex said
Alex. How do I talk about him? Well I could say that he is really Alexander the Great, just stuck inside my head. Yeah, I'll just go with that at the moment until a better time to explain about this enigma.
"Thanks 'General Obvious'" I grunted
'No problem, always here to help; besides, I see what you see anyway.'
As I sat there thinking how I got into this situation, I could hear something. Like…water! I was flowing too! And it sounded like it was right next me to! So that narrowed down to a lot of places I could be a place with a river.
'So, basically anywhere in the states or another country'
"Don't ruin the moment Alex; I was happy till you said that"
Just as I said that, the sound of a door opening, then closing, filled the empty void of darkness. Clicking followed after, as women appeared from beyond the void. She was probably in her twenties; she wore a black business suit (With a bit of cleavage showing), with a golden trim outlining the sown parts, black high heels, and black thin shades. Oh, she also had black hair
'Couldn't go with a grey? Seriously, grey would make her, a bit, more terrifying'
I didn't say anything about Alex's comment on the mystery women. She took off her shade and put it into her suit.
"You a tough man to find, Aeneas; I'll give you that" She said, chuckling a bit as if it was a joke to her.
I got a quick look at her eyes as she started to walk circles around; they were grey. Like storm cloud grey, which as I grew up as a kid I loved so much for some reason. But I didn't like this women one bit, even though she had grey eyes. Anyway, she was walking circles, the clicking of her high heels echoed in the room, around me as she pulled out a PDA, which was very high-tech in this day and age of ever growing technology.
"Aeneas Riker," She started reading off her PDA, "born on March 15th of 1982 in Topeka, Kansas. Born with brown hair and brown eyes and is diagnosed with epilepsy, mother; Unknown, father; Dead. Race: Caucasian, current age: 17 and height; 6'2" "
'Got to love today's tech, they can just pull you up on anything these days'
"Who are you?" I asked, even though I was in no position to do so.
She stopped right behind me, the clicking echoing a bit, as if to think about what I just asked her.
"My name is none of your concern." She stated
'If I want to I could have called that, but you know'
"Then who are you from?" I asked
"None of your concern either. What you should be worried about is whether or not you might make it out of this room alive" She started walking around me again.
'Ha! Like we haven't heard that before'
I shook my head at both the women, and Alex. Both were sort of predicable when it comes to statements. I tugged the ropes again, and the wooden chair which was starting to get on my nerves because I don't sit that much. Yet, again, nothing happened.
"This chair is a bit uncalled for you know?" I stated, still tugging at the ropes.
"Not really, it's practical and hurts when one struggles against it," The women stated back, stopping in front of me, "but I will tell you this. I'm not the enemy here…. you are. You will bring the downfall of civilization as we know it with just your powers alone."
'What?'
"What?" I gaffed.
She smiled, pulled out her shades out of her suit and looking up at the lamp overhead, and turned around heading back into the darkness.
"I hope you can breathe in cement, Mr. Riker, because it will be the last thing you'll see."
The unknown door in the darkness open and then closed with an echo of dread. Soon cement started to drip from above the lamp. Drips soon become flows, flows became floods.
"Well, I was right" I sighed, the cement up to my waist
'And that would be what exactly?'
"That this didn't look good"
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