Chapter 9
Angel woke up to the sound of roaring and the feel of vibrating. She opened her eyes and saw that she was in a small room. She saw that she was lying on a bed and that the bed, other than a toilet and a sink, was the only thing in the room. She stood up and walked around, searching for a door. She found one. It had no handle and it was almost invisible, except for its outline. Then she felt pressure on her ears and recognized it from when she descended from a high altitude. She felt the room tilt. Then the room jerked in time with a thud. Then the room tilted the other way and there was another small thud. Then she noticed, for the first time, that the room was moving forward. She felt it slow down until it was barely moving and turn. Then it stopped. After a few seconds one panel on each wall receded into it and slid sideways out of site. Then she heard a hiss and saw green mist float out of the holes. She took in a big breath and held it as the mist slowly filled the room. Three minutes later, though, she couldn't resist her survival instinct any longer. She let out the breath and took in another one. A few seconds later her vision blurred and then disappeared. She distantly felt herself collapse onto her knees and her face and chest collide with the floor. Then reality slipped away from her.
Angel woke up again in a truck, driving through a city street with no street lights during the night. She tried to sit up, but her wrists and ankles were bound to the floor. She saw an empty row of three seats in front of her. She reached out with her mind and felt only one presence. It was Invader. She let her body go limp, for she knew that even if she escaped the things binding her physically, he would stop her mentally. Then the truck stopped and she heard a door open and close. Then a dark shape appeared behind the window and opened it up. The truck lights cast eerie shadows across his slightly shrunken face, a face that looked like it had suffered. He pulled out a knife. Then he sliced the ropes binding her to the floor.
"Come with me," he said. Then he turned around and started walking, knowing that she wouldn't try to escape. Angel stood up, rubbed her wrists, and started after him. After ten minutes of walking, he turned off the street. They walked through a line of trees and saw a house, that looked like it was about to fall down, and was surrounded by a fence with huge chunks missing. They continued walking past a gate, hanging onto the fence with one hinge, and stopped when they were ten feet from the house. Then Invader pulled a pistol out of his pocket and gave it to Angel. She wrapped her fingers around the handle. Then she heard his voice in her head and felt herself walking forward against her will. She pushed the door open and looked into the entrance hall of the room. A light flashed on and revealed a woman lying on the floor.
The woman opened her eyes and sat up. Angel immediately recognized her as the Director. Her hair was tangled and uneven. Cuts ran across her face and up her arms.
"Kill her," echoed Invader's voice. Her hand rose and pointed the gun at the Director's head.
"No," whimpered the Director. "No."
"Kill her."
Angel's hand started to shake.
"Kill her!"
BANG!