A/N:
Hey, I'm not dead! Haruhi will not be in this story at all. Sorry to disappoint.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter Three
I wake up like a light, and with an annoying pain in my shoulder. The memories of the Troid attack slowly flood their way back into my mind. Shit, fuck, hell.
I look around, puzzled. I have no idea where I am. I appear to be in some sort of hospital. It's dimly lit, probably underground. I begin to panic. If I'm lucky, the people who are holding me are just planning on killing me once they find out that I don't have any money. If I'm not, then I'll be experimented on by Incity people.
There's very faint voices outside of the room I'm in. I uncover my blankets, revealing myself to be in black jeans, and a plain black, long-sleeve t-shirt. On my feet are simple lace-up boots that are the same color as the rest of my outfit. I walk over to a small wooden door, and unlatch the lock, peering out into the hallway. There's not a living soul in sight.
"But where did those voices come from?" I mutter to myself.
I walk down the hallway until I come to the end, and find a small black door. I reach for the handle-
"We've been waiting for you," a voice says from behind me.
Shit, fuck, hell. I jump, whirl around, and face a boy. He's seventeen, at least. He has black hair, black eyes, and glasses. And- shit, fuck, hell- he's very attractive.
"Please follow me, Sakura," he says.
How does he know my name?
He brushes past me to the open door. I turn toward the door, but don't follow him.
He stops in the doorway. "I understand if you're confused. I was, too, when they first found me."
"When who found you?" I ask in haste.
He pauses before answering. "All in good time."
"I want answers."
The boy turns and faces me. "There's no need to be afraid."
"I'm not afraid. I'm never afraid," I reply. I blush when he gives me a look that says 'doubtful' and look down. "I want answers."
"And you'll get them if you follow me."
He turns and walks through the door. And then I make the stupidest choice of my life: I follow him.
Shit, fuck, hell.
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