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CHAPTER 3 (Paranoia)
With a dreamy smile, Sora stepped into the elevator. She shook her head to clear away all her ridiculous thoughts. What was she thinking? He was a famous popstar and she was a room attendant at the Belvedere Hotel! Sora had completely lost all reason in her fantasies about the luscious blonde who had literally crashed his way into her life.
Suddenly the lift stopped, dead. Sora stayed calm, she knew what to do in these kinds of situations. They happened all the time. Then the lights died off all at once and Sora was left in the pitch dark. And still, she stayed calm.
But suddenly Sora felt a cold, rough hand thrust over her mouth. She was abruptly thrown to the floor with someone still clutching her mouth. She could feel her attacker's warm breath on her neck but she heard only an intoxicated silence. Then the panic rose inside her like lava in a suddenly conscience volcano.
She tried to scream but the grip tightened too quickly. She tried to kick her aggressor but was violently shoved against the wall. Then suddenly the only thing she saw, felt and endured was . . . blackness.
CHAPTER 4 (Mini-me n the other dude)
Sora's eyelids fluttered open. She blinked a few times because of the contrast in light. She itched to rub them but found her arms restricted, with handcuffs, to the back of the chair she was sitting on. Her mouth was dry and covered with duck tape. Inwardly, Sora sighed hopelessly.
She panned the room, taking in her surroundings. Her chair stood insignificantly in the middle of the huge, white room. The white lights, which shone seemingly from nowhere, made the room seem like an operating theatre.
A glint from above caught Sora's eyes. She looked up and to her utter surprise there was a huge, round window-like hole in the ceiling. Two sullen men dressed in black suits peered through it with stone-cold faces. They stared down at her like she was a vulnerable insect in a lab.
Sora tore her eyes away from them and slowly gazed around to see the only thing of colour in the room: a black door. Just then it was abruptly flung open, making Sora twitch in surprise. In stormed the same two men who had been looking down at her from the window.
The first was a small, bald man with cheap, black eyes. The dominance of his attitude seemed to make up for more than just his height. After him followed a stocky man with short cropped hair who was the type you hired to kill someone.
The short man stood in front of Sora and stared at her for a good few seconds. Then he cleared his throat loudly and on cue, the hitman guy hurried outside to retrieve a chair identical to Sora's. He then waited behind his boss for his next command. Then the bossy little 'Mini-me' gestured to his bodyguard to remove the duck tape around Sora's mouth. He approached her and without a flinch, ripped the duck tape from her mouth.
'Aaaaahhhhh!' shrieked Sora in pain.
'Scream all you want. This room is one hundred percent sound proof.' the short man informed her smugly.
'What do you want with me?' Sora asked defiantly so that none of her vulnerability came through.
'Now, now. No need to get cheeky. All that we want from you is a simple favour.' he stated calmly and matter-of-factly, but with devious eyes.
'Please!' spat Sora in disgust.
'So you'll do it.' he said with a malicious grin, ignoring her hard-thrust sarcasm.
'I will NOT do anything for you. Even if you have me thrown into a pit of rats until I die!' she shrieked in fury.
'No, after what I have to say I'm sure you'll do exactly as I say.' he said, accompanied with another devious smile.
'Well, you're wasting my time, so get on with it.' Sora said, assuming a very commanding tone.
'Okay, patience my dear.' he said slowly, 'Now I understand that you've met Matt.'
'Yes, but that's none of your business.' Sora spoke quietly and uncertainly.
'Oh, but it is. He is the entire reason you're here. He is the entire reason my son isn't.' explained Sora's abductor.
'Enlighten me.' Sora taunted with a sneer, her curiosity elbowing her down the wrong path.
CHAPTER 5 (Ooops!)
'Silence!' he boomed. Then he started again, this time dangerously quietly, 'Jamie, my son, was once a friend of Matt's. They were once very close. Once inseparable. Then one week Jamie was hauled in front of a jury.'
'What was he doing in court?' asked Sora timidly, still afraid of his sudden outburst.
'The state laid a charge of manslaughter against him. He was the main suspect in the bombing at the Heathway Airport when 34 people died. We pleaded innocent but of course no one listened.' his voice cracked in places as he spoke.
'Yeah, sure. That's what they all say.' mumbled Sora under her breath. Luckily he hadn't heard her and continued.
'Matt was the key witness to the case. He had to give Jamie's watertight alibi. But . . .well, he lied. He told the court that Jamie had planned it all and purposefully set that bomb off to murder all those people. Matt knew very well that Jamie had a criminal record for possessing a gun without a license and dealing in homemade bombs. Still, Matt chose to lie. He told the jury what they wanted to believe. And then they . . . they sent Jamie to be executed.' It had all gotten to the suddenly very old man and before he broke down, he stood up straight and calmly headed for the door.
Before disappearing completely, he whispered something in his assistant's ear and then glanced at Sora. The bodyguard nodded and his distressed boss walked away, head however, held high.
~ what do u think? cue corny american accent 'Make you're voice heard.
Your opinion matters to us'
Righto! These last chpts were very discriptive n mayB a bit BORIN!!! But now it gets more excitin. So plz read on.
(PLZ review. I know these reminders r annoyin but plz do, just 2 shut me up!!)
CHAPTER 3 (Paranoia)
With a dreamy smile, Sora stepped into the elevator. She shook her head to clear away all her ridiculous thoughts. What was she thinking? He was a famous popstar and she was a room attendant at the Belvedere Hotel! Sora had completely lost all reason in her fantasies about the luscious blonde who had literally crashed his way into her life.
Suddenly the lift stopped, dead. Sora stayed calm, she knew what to do in these kinds of situations. They happened all the time. Then the lights died off all at once and Sora was left in the pitch dark. And still, she stayed calm.
But suddenly Sora felt a cold, rough hand thrust over her mouth. She was abruptly thrown to the floor with someone still clutching her mouth. She could feel her attacker's warm breath on her neck but she heard only an intoxicated silence. Then the panic rose inside her like lava in a suddenly conscience volcano.
She tried to scream but the grip tightened too quickly. She tried to kick her aggressor but was violently shoved against the wall. Then suddenly the only thing she saw, felt and endured was . . . blackness.
CHAPTER 4 (Mini-me n the other dude)
Sora's eyelids fluttered open. She blinked a few times because of the contrast in light. She itched to rub them but found her arms restricted, with handcuffs, to the back of the chair she was sitting on. Her mouth was dry and covered with duck tape. Inwardly, Sora sighed hopelessly.
She panned the room, taking in her surroundings. Her chair stood insignificantly in the middle of the huge, white room. The white lights, which shone seemingly from nowhere, made the room seem like an operating theatre.
A glint from above caught Sora's eyes. She looked up and to her utter surprise there was a huge, round window-like hole in the ceiling. Two sullen men dressed in black suits peered through it with stone-cold faces. They stared down at her like she was a vulnerable insect in a lab.
Sora tore her eyes away from them and slowly gazed around to see the only thing of colour in the room: a black door. Just then it was abruptly flung open, making Sora twitch in surprise. In stormed the same two men who had been looking down at her from the window.
The first was a small, bald man with cheap, black eyes. The dominance of his attitude seemed to make up for more than just his height. After him followed a stocky man with short cropped hair who was the type you hired to kill someone.
The short man stood in front of Sora and stared at her for a good few seconds. Then he cleared his throat loudly and on cue, the hitman guy hurried outside to retrieve a chair identical to Sora's. He then waited behind his boss for his next command. Then the bossy little 'Mini-me' gestured to his bodyguard to remove the duck tape around Sora's mouth. He approached her and without a flinch, ripped the duck tape from her mouth.
'Aaaaahhhhh!' shrieked Sora in pain.
'Scream all you want. This room is one hundred percent sound proof.' the short man informed her smugly.
'What do you want with me?' Sora asked defiantly so that none of her vulnerability came through.
'Now, now. No need to get cheeky. All that we want from you is a simple favour.' he stated calmly and matter-of-factly, but with devious eyes.
'Please!' spat Sora in disgust.
'So you'll do it.' he said with a malicious grin, ignoring her hard-thrust sarcasm.
'I will NOT do anything for you. Even if you have me thrown into a pit of rats until I die!' she shrieked in fury.
'No, after what I have to say I'm sure you'll do exactly as I say.' he said, accompanied with another devious smile.
'Well, you're wasting my time, so get on with it.' Sora said, assuming a very commanding tone.
'Okay, patience my dear.' he said slowly, 'Now I understand that you've met Matt.'
'Yes, but that's none of your business.' Sora spoke quietly and uncertainly.
'Oh, but it is. He is the entire reason you're here. He is the entire reason my son isn't.' explained Sora's abductor.
'Enlighten me.' Sora taunted with a sneer, her curiosity elbowing her down the wrong path.
CHAPTER 5 (Ooops!)
'Silence!' he boomed. Then he started again, this time dangerously quietly, 'Jamie, my son, was once a friend of Matt's. They were once very close. Once inseparable. Then one week Jamie was hauled in front of a jury.'
'What was he doing in court?' asked Sora timidly, still afraid of his sudden outburst.
'The state laid a charge of manslaughter against him. He was the main suspect in the bombing at the Heathway Airport when 34 people died. We pleaded innocent but of course no one listened.' his voice cracked in places as he spoke.
'Yeah, sure. That's what they all say.' mumbled Sora under her breath. Luckily he hadn't heard her and continued.
'Matt was the key witness to the case. He had to give Jamie's watertight alibi. But . . .well, he lied. He told the court that Jamie had planned it all and purposefully set that bomb off to murder all those people. Matt knew very well that Jamie had a criminal record for possessing a gun without a license and dealing in homemade bombs. Still, Matt chose to lie. He told the jury what they wanted to believe. And then they . . . they sent Jamie to be executed.' It had all gotten to the suddenly very old man and before he broke down, he stood up straight and calmly headed for the door.
Before disappearing completely, he whispered something in his assistant's ear and then glanced at Sora. The bodyguard nodded and his distressed boss walked away, head however, held high.
~ what do u think? cue corny american accent 'Make you're voice heard.
Your opinion matters to us'
Righto! These last chpts were very discriptive n mayB a bit BORIN!!! But now it gets more excitin. So plz read on.
(PLZ review. I know these reminders r annoyin but plz do, just 2 shut me up!!)