I couldn't believe it, I had been kidnapped again. This was just embarrassing now, I'm a teleporter now, this shouldn't be happening so easily. Apparently kidnappers have no other means of blindfolding someone because my head was covered with a dark sack. At least this one doesn't stink. I tried to move but my hands were cuffed behind my back, and after a failed attempt at teleporting I realised that my magic was bound.
"Brilliant." I muttered
"Huh? Whozat?" came a groggy voice from nearby
"Fletcher?" I whispered
"Sam? That you? My powers are bound, can you teleport us outta here?"
"Don't think so, I'm bound too."
"Well that sucks, I'm guessing you have a sack too?"
"Yup."
We heard muffled voices talking and fell silent. I could barely make out what they were saying.
"I got ya two of 'em, I reckon you should double my fee."
"I didn't ask for two of them."
"But two's better than one right? Fine then, you pick the one you want and I'll just get rid of the other."
I swallowed a lump in my throat, I really hope that 'get rid of' means 'let go without harming'
"No, might as well take both." Came the voice with a sigh, "I'll pay you for your trouble of course."
"So long as I get paid."
The voices grew louder and suddenly the sack was yanked off my head. Startled by the sudden brightness, I blinked and squinted upwards as my vision cleared.
"Hello Sam. I've been looking for you." Said a man I had never seen before, "Oh and Fletcher, nice to see you."
"And you would be?" Fletcher asked
"Syrrian Camorra, we've never met but I've heard about you, last of the teleporters, or at least until our dear little Sam came along."
"And how do you know me?" I asked
"We have our ways."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you've made quiet an entrance."
"Ok stop with the stupid riddles and give me a straight answer."
"The skeleton detective must have chosen not to tell you, or perhaps he doesn't know yet? See, we had a psychic reveal to us that you would be the lucky lady to open the portal, of course the future can change, so it's just luck that we have Mr Wrenn with us as well." He said with a smile, ignoring my shocked gasp.
"I would never do that, it would mean the end of the world, and I know you need an Isthmus Anchor to open it anyway."
"Don't worry, we have everything covered."
"You… what? You have an anchor?" I asked, aghast, this could actually happen, and if a psychic saw it, then it will.
"Don't you worry about all that just yet, now why don't I introduce you to our host?" Syrrian said, then pulled us both out of the back of the truck where we were still lying, he was surprisingly strong, as most people seem to be in this world. From now on, I'll only be surprised if someone is surprisingly weak…
We were ushered inside a small church-like building where I saw a beautiful woman standing at the other end of the room. She smiled brightly.
"Welcome, I've been waiting for you Sam, and Fletcher! How nice to see you." She said, then looked at Syrrian.
"Yes, it seems they were together so they were both brought." He explained
"Oh well, the more the merrier." She said
"You're Eliza." I said, finally finding me voice.
"My reputation precedes me, so now the introductions are done, I think we should get straight to things, before we get… interrupted."
I gulped back fear, they said I would open the portal, but why would I? What could they possibly do to make me do it?
"I won't open the portal." I said defiantly,
"Oh yes you will." She replied with a smile "I'm sure of it."
"I know what will happen when it opens, and I'd rather die first."
"Don't worry, you will die as well, but after you've done your job." She said, her voice growing cold.
"Was that a threat to make me do what you want? Because it wasn't a very good one."
"No, it was another thing our psychic saw, you open the portal and then you die."