The first thing I noticed was that, with my hands cuffed behind my back, I couldn't put my seatbelt on, much less actually get onto the seat and in a more comfortable position. Much awkward and fruitless scrambling led me to that conclusion. They didn't really care much about comfort, did they?

So I resigned to my fate on the floor.

I didn't know if whoever pushed me in intended it, but from my grand position with the floor mats prevented me from seeing much out the window. So, consequently, I couldn't see where I was being taken. Great for them, not so much for me.

The next thing I noticed was even if I was in a position to look out the window, they were tinted to such an extreme the back seat was lit by a lightbulb due to lack of sunlight. So the fact that I was on the floor wasn't strategic, it was to make me uncomfortable. Or just easy for them.

I struggled for a few minutes in an attempt to get into a more comfortable position and largely succeeded. The last thing I noticed was the partition between me and the front of the car. I had a feeling that whatever material it was made out of would be ridiculously difficult to break on my own, so any attempt to get at the driver was out. So again, it would probably be best to wait this out and see if I could get into a better position.

After a few minutes of trying to study the turns made by the driver, we hit what felt like a gravel road. I realized that if I couldn't judge our speed, I couldn't know where we were. And I certainly didn't know any gravel road where I thought we would be. So I gave up.

At one point, several minutes in, the gravel road ended and a smoother ride prevailed. I relaxed a bit and breathed a small sigh of relief. Suddenly the driver made an abrupt stop. The door flew open and I was blinded by the sudden abundance of light. As suddenly as it appeared, it was blocked out by a body.

Ah, my brother.

He looked at me disdainfully down at my position on the floor. I looked back up at him.

"Your people aren't very considerate, are they, David?"

He didn't answer me but instead grabbed me by the arm pulling me bodily from the vehicle.

Apparently, he wasn't very considerate either.

"You don't have any shame, do you?" His voice sounded strange.

I glanced at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

He gestured to the car. "You just sit on the floor like an animal, without a care in the world."

I glared, exasperated, at him. "Why don't you try maneuvering from the floor to the seat without the use of your arms. It's not as easy as you might think."

He ignored me and called someone forward. As they were talking- most likely about me - someone came up from behind me and slipped a blindfold over my eyes. A young woman's voice came from behind.

"The blindfold is just a precaution as you are not allowed to view the facility. Do not attempt to remove it."

"Oh."

As I was dragged around the compound, I was stripped of all my belonging that they deemed dangerous. Essentially, everything. To get my overcoat off, they had to remove the cuffs, but I could feel the muzzle of a weapon pressed into my skull the entire time. They took my shirt off as well, for good measure.

Finally, they had managed to remove everything they saw necessary, leaving me standing in my underwear. I was actually surprised they didn't just go all the way and strip me bare.

I heard a muddled conversation followed may the sound of multiple guns cocking. I stiffened in response. Someone went behind me and removed the cuffs and I understood what the presumably many guns were pointed at and why. What felt like clothes hit me in the chest and I barely caught them before they fell to the floor.

For the next few minutes, I slowly and carefully put on the clothes they so graciously threw at me, taking extra care to not dislodge the blindfold still blocking my sight. Any hope of staying in one piece would be dashed if one of these idiots found the smallest reason to shoot.

Once finished, I slowly raised my hands in the air. Almost immediately they were snatched out of the air and painfully wrenched behind my back. With the cuffs back on, someone grabbed my arm and started dragging me. I tried my best to keep upright, but it was a bit difficult as I had to walk sideways at a precariously fast pace. I'm sure my shoulder bruised over from the number of doors I slammed into.

Eventually, we came to a stop and I heard a door opening. There was a glorious exchange involving me being pushed from one person to another, followed by the door slamming shut. Hands were placed firmly on my shoulders, guiding me to a chair. My hands were uncuffed, my arms placed onto the arms of the chair and clamped down. I could feel my legs being clamped to the legs of the chair. They were really taking every precaution to keep me in place.

Once I had become one with the chair, someone decided it would finally be a good idea to remove the blindfold. The sudden flood of light overloaded my eyes for a brief moment before my vision cleared. And of course, who would be seated across from me? My brother, very good.

David struck a very commanding figure, perhaps to put me on edge. It didn't work very well at all. I smiled at him.

"Well, this certainly isn't how I expected us to finally meet, brother."

He leaned forward. "Don't you ever. Call me that. You are not my brother, you're a mistake."

I looked at him, hurt. "A mistake? Oh, you wound me. How could you say such a thing?"

One moment he was sitting, the next he was inches from my face. Threw me off a little.

"Years. Years we have hounded you. Ever since that night, you have done nothing but kill. How many years? How many people? Only God knows what else you've done." The low, dangerous tone of his voice almost mirrored mine. Threw me off even more. But I refused to answer.

My refusal made him furious. And that wasn't the only thing getting to him, I could tell something was straining him and he was going to take it out on me.

"You don't show any remorse for those people, any feeling whatsoever. Don't. You feel. Anything?" His fist hit the table at each pause.

I steadily met his gaze. Oh, if only he knew. "I'm afraid I can't answer that."

"Monster." He turned to the young officer standing next to him. "I want maximum security for this one. He doesn't see the light of day." The officer nodded and began to move forward.

"Hang on."

Both froze and looked at me. I looked back at David.

"Something's bothering you, isn't it?"