Chapter 2

Izzy's Point of View

What was with this guy? How could he not be hungry after being trapped in some kind of penitentiary, drugged for I don't know how long, pulled through a forest, and handcuffed to a wall for half a day!

His loss. I thought to myself, continuing to stuff chili into my mouth. Then I began to wonder; where was I really? And how had I gotten here? It's not like it's a totally normal thing to wake up trapped in a room, drugged, chained, and in prison garb (well, maybe it was for this guy...). I tried to think back as far as I could. Back to the prison- no- further, back to the apartment.

I had just walked in the door, and, setting down my bag, turned to lock it. Suddenly, I heard a loud screech and turned to see men in black SWAT suits jump from everywhere. They were yelling orders to each other and pointing guns at me, and before I had a chance to think, I heard a loud buzz as a taser gun was shot into my back. I felt my body stiffen as I fell to my knees and-

"Izzy?" asked the guy chained to the wall. Then I remembered I didn't know his name.

"Hey, you didn't tell me what your name is!" I said, snapping myself out of it and returning to the real world. He stared off into the distance. And I thought I had a short attention span.

"What, do you not remember your name?" I laughed. My expression changed "you-you remember your name, right?" I said cautiously. He still didn't answer. "You don't have like amnesia or someth-"

"Gabriel," he said.

"What?"

"That's my name. Gabriel." We were both silent for a few moments.

"Can I call you Gabe?"

"No"

"Please?"

"No."

"What if I cry?"

"Look, I told you my name, now will you just drop it?"

I pretended to be hurt and made a fake sniffle- Then I noticed he wasn't paying attention to me. He was still staring blankly, as if contemplating something that had happened. Maybe I had struck a chord with that 'name' thing. Deep down, I knew he was someone kinder; He had to be. No one is pure evil, right?

"Goodnight, Gabriel." I said with sincerity. Then I left the room and turned off the light.

Gabriel's Point of View

That night I dreamed that I had hit Izzy over the head with a chair. It was a pleasant dream. Unfortunately, it was ruined by an awful surprise. I looked down to see a pancake with scrambled eggs for eyes and a bacon smile. Maybe I didn't mention this before- I HATE THIS GIRL.

"Oh good, your awake. Okay, I found powdered eggs, pancake batter, and frozen bacon! How awesome is that?"Izzy said excitedly. "Look! I even gave it your hair!"

I looked down to see bacon hair sticking out over the top. This girl was so bizarre. "Seriously? What is wrong with you?"

"Oh, many things," she said as she walked over and sat down in front of me, picking up a piece of bacon. She twirled it about in her fingers.

"Open up!" she said, dangling the food in front of my face. It looked disgusting and I did not want to be hand fed. How degrading. I hated these dumb handcuffs and this dumb girl.

"I'm not hungry," I said in defiance. She rolled her eyes.

"You're such a liar!" she said, raising her eyebrows. "You better open up," she said playfully, waving the bacon back and forth "I really don't want to do this," she said playfully. I looked at her curiously.

"What?" I asked. She sat smirking at me for a few seconds, then jumped at me. I reflexively pushed back as she reached over- to grab my nose? Really? That was her big plan? I gave her a look but continued to hold my breath. If she could be immature, so could I! She leaned forward on her knees so she could reach me. It didn't look very comfortable.

"You can't hold your breath forever!" Izzy said, flipping her hair out of her face. I smiled back at her.

"You're turning blue!" she said. I rolled my eyes at her, but took one breath. She shoved the bacon into my mouth. Then she sat back down.

"Ha! I win!" she said with a laugh. She pushed her soft red hair out of her face and stared deep into my eyes. She wasn't totally hideous. I coughed as I tried to swallow the dry meat. It felt like swallowing a rock.

"Oh, shoot! Let me get you some water," said Izzy standing up and walking towards the kitchen. "Here I am shoving bacon in your face when you probably haven't had any water…" She grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and began filling it with water.

Why is she being so kind to me? I wondered to myself. She must want something.

"Here," she said, now sitting in front of me again holding up the glass.

"Tap?"

"The finest in all the land," She said poetically, holding it up to the light and staring at it if it was her long-lost love. She laughed and, strangely enough, so did I. Then she pushed it towards me and I turned my head as she pushed the drink to my lips.

The cool liquid pouring down my throat was the best feeling I had felt. At least, the best I had felt... since that night...