Remember Me
Chapter Ten
Red eyes shot opened, staring into the dark abyss of the crate she was stuffed in. The loud humming of the plane surrounding her, foretelling where she is at upon awakening from her forced slumber. Last thing she could remember was being pinned to a wall with both Douglas and Jones injecting something into her. Was it at the airport? Or was it at the motel that they stayed in night prior to leaving for their new mission? It was a blur when they had carried her when she fell back. Puppy had wondered why they find it necessary to act as if she wouldn't cooperate with them. She rolled her head up waking up from her daze.
Panic roused up her throat from realizing just how closed spaced the crate is the more time she woke up. She lifted herself from the ground, reaching out to feel something blocking her from continuing. Teeth grind in in an attempt from crying in panic. It was a blessing that breathing was not much required for her. She would have suffocated from holding in her breath for this long. How long was she in here? Time was lost to her. Was it day time? Was it night? Puppy had curled up tightly, counting under her breath while waiting to be let out of this damnable thing. She curse the man that gave them the next location for their mission. She cursed Douglas for forcing her to sleep. She cursed everything living and dead thing on this planet for being here at all. Why was this mission over seas?
Puppy finally let in a deep breath, letting out evenly to calm her nerves. There was paper beneath her, her feet wiggling to make the crinkle sounds which helped distract her from the panic attack. The crate itself was made from a pine tree base on the scent it gave off. It felt like old wood as her fingers ran over it. Her eyes darted from each corner, mentally measuring it for how small it is. Lips tremble just slightly as the math added up making her shake. Too small, too tight. It was suffocating in here. Nails dug into the thick layer of wood, splinters cutting into her skin that caused blood to seep out. She flexed her fingers out just to scrap against the wood once again. The smell of her own blood had came to her nose making her cringe but, it didn't stop her from continuing.
She counted all the cracks in between the paneling, searching the odd shapes that made many number of things like animals and people. It wasn't enough to busy her mind. Before long, she focused on the people that were above the cargo bay, hearing whispers, amusing laughter, the pilot giving flirtatious words to one of the stewards. Drinks were being made. By the smell of vermouth and gin, she knew it was a martini being made. What she do to get a glass of red wine. At least then she be able to numb herself from being inside here. Puppy winced a little when a piece of wood stabbed through her index finger, but she ignored the pain. There was a baby giving out joyous giggles that caused her dead beating heart swell. Puppy closed her eyes to listen more to that with the wonderment if she ever been like that before. There was no way to remember. Or no way to even know if she was human to begin with. She liked to think she was.
Eventually, her mind finally traveled to the mission that Douglas was anticipating from the start. It was suppose to be the big beginning he would always say to her. Puppy had always wondered when it would it take place, and where they would go. He never told her any of the detail about this mission that they were taking on. But, he did made it known that it was going to happen at some point. She guess now is the time for it.
She had rested her head on her arms with contemplation. How many more people must be killed? That was always the question she had each time. Puppy had always been conflicted by it as well. A part of her hated such thing. Hated to be able to end the light in those human's eyes by just her hand. Being made to suffer because of what she is. However, the other side of the coin, she relished in such violence and bloodshed. The screams of pain, the thrill of facing death with a smile on her face. Puppy felt her brows furrowed as she battled herself about what she wants to feel within the moment.
'What do you want to feel?' A deep voice had questioned her. An angry old man that she was certain was spitting at her in malice. Puppy knew she deserved it. God, she deserved it. 'A monster confused by morals and nature. Such a ironic twist.' It continued in her head. It made her shake her head at the words. Not confusion, she wanted to corrected the dead man. It was about conquering and control. A greater soul fighting her own to take over her. It was hard keeping it down at bay.
Puppy had turned her head over. How much longer is she suppose to stay here? She ignored the forming tears in her eyes. They slid down her cheek, landing on top of her knee cap. There was a distance scream inside of her head. Getting louder and louder the longer she sat in the dark crate. Too familiar to ignore, but there was never any chance to know why it felt familiar. Her body shook with grief. Trying to contain the deep sob was too much to bear. The sobbing had continued for who knows how long.
Puppy's head shot up as her red eyes went unfocused for a split moment. It was as if a breath of fresh air wrapped around her like a cloud. Tears drying on her cheeks. Her arms hugged her legs closed to herself. Why was she feeling like this. The plane landed with a heavy impact causing her to jump with the plane. Both hands went onto the walls to brace herself, looking around the crate as if she could see the area that came to. Dark skies, a bright moon shining down on the hills. Puppy had had the mind to wipe the tears from her face when she brought herself back to reality. She knew that Douglas must be preparing to get leave the aircraft with the minimum of clothes and a load of cigarettes.
It took longer for the crew to unload all the boxes and crates that were in here. She squirmed inside with want to get out of this thing as soon as she's able. The staff nonchalant chattering could be heard when they got to her crate. There was no choice, but to listen everything they were saying. She didn't know this Sarah, but it seemed the human needed to check in the boyfriend's alibis. He doesn't seem a loyal kind. Puppy tried keeping in her grunts when they moved the box over to the moving belt. Then the scent of tobacco came through the air and stayed much longer than she have liked. "Welcome to London, Puppy." His voice rang in a low tone for only her to hear. "Looks like we'll be here awhile." This had Puppy sigh with mild relief. One was for the fact that she wouldn't be in here on the plane. Two, she tried peeking through the cracks, she didn't want to lose this feeling of belonging. Tears blinded her eyes as she could vaguely see stones. Why was she acting like this? Forcing to calm down, she curled up once again just waiting to be let out. She'll think on it later.