Amanda stepped over the unconscious young man and turned the rusty handle to start the icy flow into the bathtub. Kneeling down beside his legs she started to unlace his black military boots, feeling her heart race deep inside. Trying to take a few extra breaths to steady herself before John notice, she used the back of her palm her slick over the beads of sweat that had forced across her face. Eyes stinging with running makeup she yanked over the first one along with the sock and started for the other.
Watching John get together the last touches, she flipped off the other boot and clasped the steel shackle around the man's ankle. Remembering what John had said she stood over him and lifted his shirt for a second to get his belt.
John threw the last few things into the duffle bag before taking out a needle for himself.
Grazing his stomach for a moment, Amanda froze and stared down at him. Laying there almost so peaceful she didn't know if he was going to end up like her after John's test.
But then again was that really a curse or blessing?
Yanking his belt off she looked at him for another second and felt a funny feeling wash over her. Why didn't she want to move just then?
Seeing that John was about to finally get in place she used the very last of her strength to hook her arms under his and lift him into the tub. Her legs feeling like water she took a deep breath and finally after a few tries slid him into the water. Without thinking she threw the tiny blue glowing key onto his slowly soaking white T-shirt and watched him for the final time.
"Adam…that's his name." She thought to herself before turning and watching John inject the needle into his arm.
"What's that"
"Slow my heart rate, relax my muscles"
Feeling sick again she nodded and started to wheel the bags to the outside hall.
"Close the door behind you"
Standing there one final time Amanda looked in at the scene, everything had been so well planned out and set…now all she had to do was wait for it to all go into motion. Trying to get a final glance at Adam she saw he was sinking down into the water and soon enough to wake up along with the other man.
Shaking her head she prayed to herself that this strange man she had only heard about and struggled to kidnap would make it and maybe learn John's lesson.
Why was she thinking this?
He was just like the others, a mere stranger who wasted his life and helped spread these awful lies. But remembering back in his apartment and staring at his photographs she felt a small feeling that she almost knew him. Sliding the door shut and flicking off the lights she looked at his two black boots sitting beside her along with the other stuff. Locking the door she picked up the boots and smiled to herself. It had began