It was dark. My hands were tied behind my back. The rope was tied tight, but my wrists are so skinny that I slipped them out easily. A heavy metal door opened on the other side of the room. My assailant walked in silhouetted against the light filling the door frame. I could tell by my her silhouette that she had long bushy hair. That must be impossible to brush in the mornings, I thought to myself. She walked slowly toward me, and her full appearance came into view. Along with her brown bushy hair, she had cold dark eyes, and a pleased, cruel smile on her face. But, what I thought was most interesting was her outfit. In short it was amazing and stylish, I really liked her taste in clothing. She wore a vivd yellow suit over a white dress shirt, tied at the waist with a dark brown belt. Her kaki pant legs were tucked into her sleek black boots, giving her a slightly professional and clean cut look, which matched perfectly with her salmon-colored bow tie.
Why did everyone here seem so familiar? "Who are you?" I asked her.
"I'll be asking the questions miss" she said in a condescending voice that made me feel small and weak.
She paced in front of me for a little bit like she was contemplating what to say next. She stopped in front of me, "who are you," she leaned in so that her cold eyes met mine. I cringed back closing my eyes so I didn't have to look into hers.
I didn't answer her. Instead I cowered against the wall. She stamped her foot. "I'll ask you again, who are you?"
I tried organizing my thoughts. She didn't know that my hands were untied, but that wasn't much advantage. Even if I took her by surprise she would pummel me. I didn't see much choice in the matter. I could try answering her question, except I didn't even know the answer. I had to make a break for the open door.
I ran. Of course I wasn't fast enough. She spun around and her sleek black boot made contact with my left side. I skidded across the floor. The wind was knocked out of me. I gasped for breath, I tried to get up and run again, but my captor pinned me down with her foot.
"Ha!" She said with triumph. "You'll have to try harder than that!"
I struggled to get up. Her heel dug into my back.
"Emmy," said some one else now silhouetted in the doorway, "I wish you wouldn't interrogate people like this."
"But," Emmy protested, "How are we supposed to find out about the Dragon Gem if we don't-"
"Find out about the what now?" I asked, cutting her off.
"Don't play dumb," she said digging her heel further into my back.
"Emmy, let the poor girl go" said the man in the doormat exasperatedly.
Emmy grudgingly removed her foot from my back and I sat up. The man in the doorway walked up to me and offered his hand to help me up.
"My name is Desmond Sycamore," he said, "Sorry about Emmy she can be... very... excitable."
"Nice to meet you," I said, "What's the Dragon Gem?"
"The Dragon Gem is complicated to explain. Mostly because no one knows for sure what exactly it does. The legends say that it holds the power to destroy the world. They also say it has the incredible power to heal people and raise the dead. The truth behind these legends has yet to be discovered, however."
"So why do you want it?" I questioned Desmond.
"Well I-"
"That's none of your business" Emmy cut in.
"But if you want me to cooperate I need to know your goals." I said.
"Not necessarily," said Emmy through gritted teeth, " We could just force it out of you, I know ways"
"Oookay, Emmy, how about you leave." Desmond suggested sarcastically.
"I will do no such thing." Replied Emmy. "That girl has information and I'm not leaving 'till I get it." She folded her hands indignantly.
I shook my head. "But what makes you think that I have information? I have absolutely no memory."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"How do we know your not lying?" Said Emmy suspiciously.
"Ummm..." I was not sure how to respond to this. How was I to prove something like that? "Can't you just give me the benefit of the doubt?" Emmy's expression showed that that wouldn't happen any time soon.
"I think we can believe her, Emmy" said Desmond.
They stared each other down for a while until finally Emmy gave up. She left the room swiftly and quietly with an air of cattiness.
"What's her problem?" I asked.
"Honestly I have no idea." Said Desmond
"I get the feeling she doesn't like me" I said pleasantly.
"I think she's in a bad mood today" Desmond smiled. "She didn't hurt you did she?"
"Nah I'm fine" that was kind of a lie because she had previously knocked the wind out of me. I was probably going to have a bruise there for a while.
"So where do you think the Dragon Gem is?" I asked.
"Ah, that is the one thing we don't know." Professor Sycamore said sounding disappointed.
"Maybe I can help," I said tentatively "It does sound kind of fun."
"That would be nice of you, but good luck finding anything."
He smiled.
