Chapter 2

Amari narrowed her eyes at the man, wondering what he could possibly want here. No one rich came here. If they did, they were always chased out for their less than moral desires. Amari dismissed his obvious observation; she truly didn't care for what he had to say. She just wanted to know why Mom felt threatened by him.

His lips moved, annoyingly slow. His movements were terse before, but now they were more exaggerated. Amari was more than annoyed. The one place she felt save was suddenly invaded. He was a giant germ of a man in her safe place, a thorn in her side. Amari opened her mouth, 'What do you want?' The man asked to step inside, Amari told him no.

He handed Amari a packet, asking her to read it. Amari motioned for Mom to go upstairs, deciding to take care of the man herself. She tried to read over the ridiculously long packet. She saw the bald eagle on the cover, and the United States of America in bold. The rest of it was random words and sentences that she couldn't understand. So she slapped it back to him, annoyed. She told him to leave, which he said he couldn't. Twice.

Then someone new came in. He was dressed entirely in black, even his face. Not a single part of his skin was showing. He looked ridiculous, but what was even worse was that his black attire just needed to have muscles added on. And not just fabric hugging muscles, it was full metal molded into muscles. Stupid visor covering his eyes.

'He wants to recruit you.' So the mysterious man invading property knows sign language.

'Thanks, bye now.' Amari tried to close the door, which he didn't let happen. Amari groaned, purposefully loud. 'I'm not interested in going to a war. Thanks you and please leave.'

He grabbed the door, forcing it open and having the bouncer man keep it open. 'Let me explain.' It's annoying that he's not signing with facial expressions. His sign language was also annoying. So close together and non expressive.

'Go.' Amari crossed her arms, bluffing. They probably had already noticed her slim figure. Her messy hair cut short. She was clearly poor, and though Amari was uncomfortable she wanted to hold her own. She wanted to hold down her fort.

'We want to recruit you.'

'We?'

'The government wants you to join.'

'Good bye.' Amari tried again, but by now the bouncer had lost his patience. He grabbed Amari, his armed wrapped around her torso, holding up in the air. The black guy just followed along beside the bouncer as they walked to a black car. They had an unhealthy obsession with black.

Amari kicked, wiggled, bit, anything she could do to escape she did. Out of the corner of her eye she saw one of the children peeking out the window to watch her. Her face warmed with shame, she didn't want to be seen this way. She was the hero who would come out on top. She was tied up, very tightly, and blindfolded. A medical mask was placed on her face, someone's hand pinching the top part onto her nose bridge.

Amari kept screaming or yelling. Demanding to be let free, there was no response. Amari jerked backwards, her head hitting the seat and gravity did its job. Her stomach tightened, gradually getting used to the speed of the car. Amari kept fighting, her throat getting horse and her legs getting sore. Her arms were losing circulation.

At some point Amari was taken out of the war. The floor beneath her became rough, concrete. She wasn't sitting on a seat anymore; instead she was lifted into the air again. She didn't stop resisting, which resulted in more rope. Amari could feel her heart running, her throat wanting to give up. She knew that her body wanted to stop and give up, that instead of fighting it should silence itself and give up. Amari was scared, but she couldn't let herself be.

There was a chair; a wooden one, or maybe metal. It had arm rests, which also had handcuffs on them. Amari tried to fight the arm rests, she truly did, but she couldn't handle two people forcing her arms down. Her legs were tied to the chair too. Her head remained free, and finally the medical mask, and blindfold were removed.

There was a doctor, or maybe a nurse. Her face was in a medical mask, her eyes tilted downwards in what was probably a frown. She had a table beside her, Amari couldn't see what was on it. Then the doctor started preparing something, a needle. Amari shook around, trying to move the chair, knock it down. Anything. Anything.

The bouncer was still there, pushing the seat steady. The black suit guy was also there, now holding Amari's arm in place. Amari couldn't stop the tears. Originally they were of fear, fear of being kidnapped and then injected. Then she realized they were anger too, her skin red and her veins popping. Her vision got blurry, from tears and rage. Or fear. Amari couldn't tell which was more potent.

The bouncer forced Amari's head to turn away. The doctor walked up to the chair, and Amari felt the cold cotton cleaning her arm. She tried to move again, but the grip on her arm only got firmer. The pinch came, and Amari tensed like she knew she shouldn't. She couldn't feel what it was doing to her, all she could feel was the pain in her neck as she screamed.

It ended, but it took too long. Amari was freed, she tried to attack but with her right arm now permanently tensed up moving it was a pain. The bouncer finally left, he was almost as angry as Amari was. Or scared. Amari still didn't know which she was feeling. The black suited guy crouched down, signing something.

Amari refused to look. He grabbed her face and forced her to watch as he signed, 'wait'. It probably was wait anyway, it looked weird with only one hand. Amari screamed at his face, pulling away. He didn't try to stop her, instead letting her go and leaving the room. Amari was alone in there as soon as the doctor put the needle on the tray and walked out.