Chapter 3 – 11
It was 11 pm by which time Morgan was on her way to the night club Corsica Studios, to meet up with Pauline when she was pushed into an alleyway. Morgan began screaming, but the robber held a knife to her throat. He said, "Bleat out one more time and you'll get it."
He was dragging her towards the end of the alley, when he suddenly stopped, let go of her, and dashed off terrified. Morgan looked up to see a man, about 6'4 with an odd but cool looking blonde streak in his hair, wearing jeans, black trench coat, white t-shirt, and a gray beanie. His eyes however had a peculiar warmth to them, which made Morgan feel like putty inside. Morgan crab-walked clumsily backwards in sheer terror towards the street she was originally on. The stranger slowly walked toward her and then said, "Calm down…I won't hurt you." Morgan stopped and the stranger grabbed her hand to pull her up. He then said, "Why don't you come back to my flat and take a breather?" he said. Morgan nodded in agreement. It didn't matter. She was so tired. She didn't care as long as she got out of that alleyway. Morgan grabbed his armed and they walked down the street and took a right by the light, talking-lightheartedly as they went.
I woke to find myself in a one windowed room covered in dust and white sheets. Realizing what happened before I came here, I rushed to the window. It was bolted shut. I went for the door on the opposite side of the room. It was locked. In desperation I collapsed to the floor, sobbing. I knew I would never see Ms. Fields ever again, I would probably stuck here forever until my prince charming woke me from my sleep and carried me away. God, what an awful metaphor. Well at least I was far away from those annoying brats from my school. No more ice cubes down my back, boogers they would put in their hands when they tried touching me. Thank goodness that's over with. I soon noticed a huge rectangular box covered in a white sheet like everything else. I got up and walked towards it. I put my hand on it, and felt a sharp "bump" come from the box itself. I stumbled back, slipping on the sheets and falling backwards. I sat there motionless, staring at the box, literally frozen on the spot. I sat there until the sun was gone and replaced by the moon. When I lived with Ms. Fields, before I went to sleep, I used to unlatch my window, and let the breeze flow my room as I gazed up at the moon in all its eerie glory. I imagined myself, once again imagining the moon to be a distant world which I had long forgotten. I soon fell asleep. The next day, I woke up finding the man who abducted me casually leaning against the door frame. I tried standing, but immediately collapsed to the floor, too tired to rise. The man spoke, "Hello Amelia River, I am Gaius Fawkes. I'll be taking care of you until Ms. Fields returns from her…long vacation."
I snapped back, "Well so far you've been doing a marvelous job, locking me in a room with no food, water, or bathroom for several hours."
The man lunged at me with such a rage, that I thought he was about to strangle me. He suddenly realized what he was doing, after almost grabbing my neck and eased himself away from it.
"I didn't take you because I wanted an annoying little smart-Alec to point out the obvious for the next several years," he retorted.
At that moment, my head began to feel cold and surge with images. A little boy in an attic room staring blankly while there were horrific screams from outside his room. A rebellious teenager with over-gelled spiked black hair and black pants stooping over a body in an unlit park, then running away with blood on his hands, man in an old dilapidated room pushing a young woman up against a wall...her eyes filled with terror. I soon came back to my senses, feeling sore in my head and stomach. The man whispered, "You are the child then, the prophecy is true."
"What prophecy?" I asked gasping for air after seeing my vision. I hated when I would see into people's souls. It would hurt for about fifteen minutes.
"I cannot go into much detail right now," he said hurriedly, "I am late for an important meeting… I'll explain more when I get back; in the mean time you can get out of this room. I made up a room for you down the end of the hall. There's a bathroom inside. This room and the room next door are forbidden to you, upon pain of torture, if you dare go in."
I saw him rush out of the room, down a flight of stairs and slip out of the front door of the apartment. Even though I didn't know it yet, this was the beginning of 11 years, 11 years of waiting.