Prologue:
The man held out the glass vial, the liquid inside the same deep green as his eyes, which were currently hidden behind black sunglasses. Dressed in black he stared at me intently, a soft, cruel smile plastered on his face.
My guts clinched. I couldn't bring myself to take it from him. My breath was harsh with fear and my heart pounding wildly, but I wouldn't take it, even if it would be better.
He started talking again, his soft voice coaxing, explaining. I wanted to leave, to yell at him to shut up, but I didn't. The lull of his voice seemed to hold me in place. What he said did make sense, but it was wrong. Getting a hold of myself I shook my head violently.
Ignoring the vial I reached for the door, not caring where his limousine was taking us. I'd have jumped out into a freeway to get away from him. Luckily we weren't going that fast, and with a word from the man the driver jerked the limousine to a stop. I climbed out, huddled in on myself, and began to walk away.
"Alex," he called. I turned to see him leaning against the limousine. He tossed the vial into the air, the glass flashing brightly in the streetlight. My heart skipped a beat, afraid he might drop it, but he swiftly caught it with ease.
Then he let it go.
I watched, knowing I was too far away to stop it. Time seemed to slow as the vial spiraled, falling to just inches from the ground. My eyes clinched shut as I listened, listened for the sound of broken glass that would soon lead to the sound of screams.
The man held out the glass vial, the liquid inside the same deep green as his eyes, which were currently hidden behind black sunglasses. Dressed in black he stared at me intently, a soft, cruel smile plastered on his face.
My guts clinched. I couldn't bring myself to take it from him. My breath was harsh with fear and my heart pounding wildly, but I wouldn't take it, even if it would be better.
He started talking again, his soft voice coaxing, explaining. I wanted to leave, to yell at him to shut up, but I didn't. The lull of his voice seemed to hold me in place. What he said did make sense, but it was wrong. Getting a hold of myself I shook my head violently.
Ignoring the vial I reached for the door, not caring where his limousine was taking us. I'd have jumped out into a freeway to get away from him. Luckily we weren't going that fast, and with a word from the man the driver jerked the limousine to a stop. I climbed out, huddled in on myself, and began to walk away.
"Alex," he called. I turned to see him leaning against the limousine. He tossed the vial into the air, the glass flashing brightly in the streetlight. My heart skipped a beat, afraid he might drop it, but he swiftly caught it with ease.
Then he let it go.
I watched, knowing I was too far away to stop it. Time seemed to slow as the vial spiraled, falling to just inches from the ground. My eyes clinched shut as I listened, listened for the sound of broken glass that would soon lead to the sound of screams.