Chapter 2
Of Strange places and people
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I turned my head, trying to locate where his voice had come from.
An echo... A where house?
Such thoughts ran through my head, when I spotted him.
A man?
No, he was no older than me, clad in strange clothes, he continued toward me, stopping only a few feet away. "Who are you?" I asked, catching sight of his hair, it was the strangest color of purple I had ever seen.
"I..." He hesitated, "Am Brad." His hand shot forward, gesturing to shake.
"Brad Keel."
Taking a step back, I eyed him warily, unsure of his intentions. "Where am I?" I questioned, looking toward where the ceiling should be.
"In a where house, where else?" His answer was casual, like I had just asked him about the weather.
"No, I mean..." Good god this was going to be fun... NOT!
"What... what city, what state."
He looked confused, so I tried an easer question, "What country?" I heaved a heavy sigh, oh great an idiot, just what I needed.
"Just... just tell me where I am."
He seemed to ponder the question for a moment, then answered, "South America."
"... South... America..." I stood motionless, as a torrent of thoughts surged through my mind.
South America... South America. No! I cannot be in South America; there is no way, no, no, way. This can't be happening, oh God, this can't be happening.
I sat down, hard. Taking a deep breath, I started voicing my thoughts, "No, this isn't happening, this isn't real, its just a dream, its just a dream, its just a dream, a really, really, bad dream." My hands went to my head, "Just a dream, just a dream. Come on; wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup..."
My voice faded into a whisper, and I fell silent. I herd him sit down next to me, "Are you going to be OK?"
I opened my eyes, and faced him, "How long have I..." I couldn't finish the question, I wasn't even ready for the answer.
He looked a way
"Few hours..."
I know he had more to say, but what ever it was, he never said it. He turned back to face me; his eyes held such sorrow. He pulled me up, leading me into the darkness,
"Wait..."
I pulled my arm back, now I couldn't see. Total blackness... I took a step forward, then froze a light pressure on my back. Then the cold, all too real sound of a gun cocking, in that instant the blood within my veins turned to ice.
I knew who ever was there couldn't see, so I inched forward and whipped my arm around, connecting with the arm of whoever was holding the gun. Overhead lights flashed on, temporality blinding me and I was knocked down, landing heavily on my side.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked around and saw Brad walking toward a tall red haired man. He gave this red haired man a hard shove, anger ringing in his voice, "Viper! What were you doing?!"
"What am I doing? What do you mean what am I doing? What are you doing!?" Viper snapped back. He pointed his finger at me, "What is she doing here!?"
Brads hand immediately shot toward me to help me up, I ignored his gesture and, picked myself up.
"You'll have to excuse him." Brad said softly, his eyes flickered toward Viper.
"Sorry." Viper mumbled, "Thought you were an intruder..." His voice trailed off.
Viper continued to eye me; like a cat would, before eating a mouse. I shivered.
Brad stepped in front of me blocking my view of Viper. My wrist was burning, looking at it; I found blood, my blood. Brad snatched my hand away, examining it him self. "You're bleeding." He concluded.
"Yeah, I kind of noticed that."
Viper had moved to the desk, he quickly packed up the papers, and headed toward the door. He paused by Brad, "I can't believe you left her..." His gaze flicked toward me, "Alone with these." They were whispering now, and I didn't catch Brads answer. He turned back toward me, as Viper made his exit.
"Sorry about that." He said dryly. "Here." He pulled out a blue scarf, bound my wrist with it, and I followed him into the hallway.
"First thing," Brad said turning a corner, "I don't want you wandering around alone, second, that number must be important, don't let anyone see it." He suddenly stopped by a door. He opened it and gestured me inside; "There's a bed and bath, change of clothes, and a TV. Breakfast is at seven, lunch at twelve and dinner at six. Someone will bring it up to you."
I turned back question him, but the door slammed in my face with a resounding boom. The door, of course, had no knob, leaving me locked in the room. The bed was in the opposite corner from the door, and another door, which probably led to the bathroom, was to my right.
I headed to the other door, my assumption right; it was indeed the bathroom. Removing the scarf, I moved to the sink. The scarf had a crimson stain in the middle, my blood. I rinsed it out, watching the reddened water run down the drain.
I just hope the stain comes out...
I left it over the faucet to dry, stripped down, and stepped into the shower.
I turned the water on, hot water, hoping to chase away the chill that permeated my body. The steady drum of water on my shoulders did nothing to relax me; I leaned against the wall, and slowly sank to the floor. I had sat there so long, that I didn't even realize the water had turned cold, further numbing my already stunned body.
Standing, I left the shower and rapped an already provided robe around my self. I walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed; someone had left a trey of food, and a change of clothes.
The trey consisted of a ham and cheese sandwich and a carton of milk. I ate the sandwich, not so much out of hunger, but I knew I would need my strength for later, and I knew not eating wouldn't help me.
As for the clothes, there was a pare of army cargo pants, a black T-shirt, and a jacket. The pants, after putting them on, were two sizes too big, so I used the belt from my jeans to hold the pants up. The T-shirt fit no differently then the one I already had, so I folded my clothes. When I say folded, I mean rolled up into a messy ball and tossed aside.
Beside the bed, low and behold, was my bag, amazing...
Looking through the contents I found that my math book and binder were missing, Sigh, oh well their goes my deposit on that book...
After a few more minutes of searching, I found my CD player, and CD's undisturbed, with a sad smile, I sat back, unable to listen to music, or sleep.
Thoughts raced through my mind, unable to quiet them, I lay like this until early morning, when at last I fell into a light slumber.
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