Chapter 3- The Camp
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the agents, etc. Blah, blah, blah.
Stacy, Lenore and I all got out of the jet-black car. We have not said a word to each other since we were in school, but each of us knew what the other ones were thinking. This seemed so familiar, almost like deja-vou.
This place didn't look like a camp at all. We were in an old brick apartment with black and white checkered floors. The man in sunglasses pointed to the stairs.
"Up the stairs, turn right, then 3 doors to your left."
We walked, still not talking. It was almost like we couldn't, like something was gluing our lips together.
Creepy.
We stood in front of room 103, and Stacy put out her hand to open the door. The door opened, but she didn't even turn it.
Strange.
To our surprise, the man we 1st met was in the room already, and he was the only thing in the room. But how? We left before he did.
Scary.
"The other "gifted" student will be here shortly."
Again with the creepy "gifted."
"In the meantime, sit down. I would like to have a little chat with you." He pointed to the 3 chairs in front of him. Wait; there was nothing in the room. Ok, now I'm getting really scared.
We all nodded to each other, and hesitantly sat down.
"I have overheard you girls talking, and I am afraid that you think, and know too much. I am not going to make this hard. You have 2 choices. You give me information about people you know about, or you all die."
At those last few words, we all got up to run. We only got as far as thinking about it. The chairs strapped us in. Our feet got bonded to the chair legs. Jumping up and down to get out only made it worse.
Lenore fell over in her chair.
She tried to yell out help to us, but it didn't work. Some kind of murky liquid was filling up the room. It looked like garbage water, so I knew how much this disgusted her. (She is deathly afraid of napkins.) I yelled out to Stacy for the first time for us to try to get Lenore back up. Us hobbling over and over only made things worse.
A lot worse.
We both fell down into the water that was getting higher and higher. It was getting inches higher by the second.
Just as I was about to black out from no air to breathe, I saw the man sitting at the desk looking right at us, a tiny smirk on his face.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the agents, etc. Blah, blah, blah.
Stacy, Lenore and I all got out of the jet-black car. We have not said a word to each other since we were in school, but each of us knew what the other ones were thinking. This seemed so familiar, almost like deja-vou.
This place didn't look like a camp at all. We were in an old brick apartment with black and white checkered floors. The man in sunglasses pointed to the stairs.
"Up the stairs, turn right, then 3 doors to your left."
We walked, still not talking. It was almost like we couldn't, like something was gluing our lips together.
Creepy.
We stood in front of room 103, and Stacy put out her hand to open the door. The door opened, but she didn't even turn it.
Strange.
To our surprise, the man we 1st met was in the room already, and he was the only thing in the room. But how? We left before he did.
Scary.
"The other "gifted" student will be here shortly."
Again with the creepy "gifted."
"In the meantime, sit down. I would like to have a little chat with you." He pointed to the 3 chairs in front of him. Wait; there was nothing in the room. Ok, now I'm getting really scared.
We all nodded to each other, and hesitantly sat down.
"I have overheard you girls talking, and I am afraid that you think, and know too much. I am not going to make this hard. You have 2 choices. You give me information about people you know about, or you all die."
At those last few words, we all got up to run. We only got as far as thinking about it. The chairs strapped us in. Our feet got bonded to the chair legs. Jumping up and down to get out only made it worse.
Lenore fell over in her chair.
She tried to yell out help to us, but it didn't work. Some kind of murky liquid was filling up the room. It looked like garbage water, so I knew how much this disgusted her. (She is deathly afraid of napkins.) I yelled out to Stacy for the first time for us to try to get Lenore back up. Us hobbling over and over only made things worse.
A lot worse.
We both fell down into the water that was getting higher and higher. It was getting inches higher by the second.
Just as I was about to black out from no air to breathe, I saw the man sitting at the desk looking right at us, a tiny smirk on his face.