AN: The four individuals named Colby, Stan, Pia, and Jaz, are real. I only own the story plot. So yea, enjoy.
Chapter Eight:
The next moment Colby was conscious, was well after midnight. Her head was once more pounding and she felt as if she might have what is known in some cultures as a 'reversal of fortune.' This time her hands were bound and a cloth had been tied around her mouth. Her ankles were tied to the legs of dining chair. Her eye-sight had not gone blurry like last time, but still had a hazy edge around her field of vision.
As she looked around the room she saw that she was alone and the cryptex was no longer with her. Her headache worsened as the door opened loudly and thundering footsteps echoed across the stone floors.
A man materialized in front of her and yanked the cloth from her mouth roughly. For a moment they seemed to simply study each other, taking each others appearances.
"Surprised, they told me you were the talkative type. Can't keep your mouth shut they say." He finally broke the silence. "Listen. Don't trust a word that agent said, you weren't brought there for protection. You were brought there to solve their little game. Your nothing more than another pawn in their world."
"Why did you take me then?" Colby challenged him. "I'm just as much a prisoner here in these bonds as I was in that cell. If you really want me out of their games, why not let me go home to my sisters?" The man took a moment to laugh inwardly and shook his head.
"Listen kid, you're new to this, you don't even have a clue as to what's going on. Your uncle, your parents, they've fed you so many lies I doubt you know who you are."
"I'm Colby Marie Corrine Khaos Smith," Colby retaliated. "That's who I am."
"Ah, but that's all you know, isn't it?" The man countered. "Where were you born huh?" When a moment of silence passed he continued. "Oh, you don't know? How about this, did you know you've got another sister out there? How about that your parents are still alive? You know nothing but your name, kid."
"I have another sister?" Colby asked bewildered.
"Stacy Lynn Smith, lives in NY. She was born the year your mother disappeared and you were told she'd died."
"Why wasn't she sent to our uncle? Wasn't she in the same danger Uncle Stan said we were?"
"She would be, if they knew she existed."
"Pia, you don't think this means?" Jaz asked worriedly of the red X over their sister's face.
"I don't know." Was all Pia could say. As they sat in silence Pia noticed something underneath the envelope. Another picture. She moved it over and they saw a girl about their age. Flipping it to the back she saw the only words they could read on any of them.
'Stacy Lynn Smith'
