A/N: Here is Chapter 2. I want to know if people are actually reading this so PLEASE review and/or follow. I would appreciate that. I accept all reviews. Then if you do that, Chapter 3 will be posted very soon. :)
Chapter 2
Isabel Kabra hated prison. To start with, the food they feed her was nothing more than slop. Yuck. It was a crime against the high standards of her vital nutrition. And the jumpsuits! Isabel was sure she had never worn something so revoltingly scratchy and awful looking before. She would much rather wear rags. Oh how much she missed the high life!
Worst of all, she was forced to be in the close proximity of filthy, unattractive morons, while being pushed around by prison guards. And that happened everyday! Isabel hated every moment.
At least she was given a cell to herself. If she was locked behind prison bars with other cell mates, with other criminal no-hopers...
Isabel shuddered. There was no way she could actually sleep and pee in front of others. It was bad enough as it was, having to sit on dirty toilets. She stared at her pitiful cell in disgust. It was a shame that prisons weren't luxury suites.
Isabel gazed at the cream white walls, sitting on her less than comfortable bed. There was nothing else she could look at of interest. It made her wonder if they purposely made the rooms like that, so prisoners could think about nothing but what wrong they had done.
She thought back to what she had done wrong to end up in this rotten cell, like she'd done for the past six months. The scene replayed in her mind. She remembered exiting the plane at the airport, the one her children Ian and Natalie had foolishly thought would take out of London. Isabel already knew the clue was in England, so how could her worthless children say that it was overseas? She knew by then that they both had left her. She then remembered planning to seek revenge on them, Amy and Dan and everyone else. She remembered reaching Cahill Island where the clue was, and somehow she knew it was the final clue that made up the complete Master Serum. But where there was supposed to be what happened next was blanked out, like there was a gap in time. The next thing was that she'd woken up in Police Custody. The multiple charges were laid against her. And she was sentenced to prison. For life.
It had only been six months but Isabel had had enough. She couldn't fathom wasting another six months behind bars, let alone for the rest of her life.
She thought back to the gap in her memory, how had that happened? A tiny frown started to crease Isabel's forehead. Her amber eyes stared in deep thought at the wall. How did I lose track of my memory?
The answer showed itself like a veil had lifted from her eyes. Of course. She had been drugged. Most likely with a pill that took away her memory. She couldn't believe she hadn't picked up on that earlier. It was incredibly inconsiderate for the policemen who arrested her to not tell her that. The only question that remained now was simple. How?
Isabel's frown deepened. She knew frowning causes wrinkles and although it was her worst nightmare, she didn't seem to care. Nobody she made sure she looked immaculate for would see her. But she hadn't lost all her sense of vanity and perfection.
The door to her cell opened. Isabel turned and saw a guard standing at the door. "Come with me." he said in a gruff voice.
Isabel did nothing to conceal her annoyance. She scowled at the guard and got up. She would've shot the fool for actually disturbing her concentration but of course, she couldn't. In fact, this idiot didn't deserve her response. She marched out of her cell and followed the guard down the corridor, where more cells were located. Isabel plotted at least a dozen ways she could escape but none of them promised freedom, especially in her defenseless position.
"Somebody loves you." The guard said as they past a sign directing them to the visitor room. Isabel instantly realized what was happening. Somebody had come to see her. She thought of the possibilities. Ian...if he and his sister are foolish enough to see her. Vikram...not a chance. Those awful Cahill kids...no. There was no one she knew that she thought would come.
They reached the visitor booths and Isabel was directed to a seat in front of a window. She peered through the glass and saw the smiling man seated on the other side.
"Damien." Isabel said in surprise.