I woke up again, only this time I was fully dressed in a purple tight fitting outfit, white thigh high boots and my mask. I wasn't just dressed up, I was also back in the hotel the gang and I were staying in only the girls weren't there. I slowly got out of bed, my body felt like it had been asleep for years. As I was trying to stand properly Petra, Georgette, and Diva came in laughing as if not in a care in the world until Petra noticed me. "Alexis? You O.K.?" I looked at her, I want to snap at her but I kept my mouth shut. No, I'm not O.K., the Nazis kidnapped me, Frau Hitler's a man and my rescuer might be my stalker….so no, I'm not O.K.!
"I'm fine….just tired," I lied, I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. While on the toilet my eye caught a white envelope next to the mirror. I opened up the letter, it read:
Zoya
I know who you are, I know everything about you but, don't think of me as your enemy. The real enemy is the one you're working for, I know, I use to work for the government until I've found out their top secret. You must get out now!
P.S. I know you having feelings for Isaac but don't trust him
Alex
I put the letter on the side with the feeling of doubt filling my insides. I know the enemy's the Government but so does everyone else and besides the Government is full of 'top secret' so why should I leave my job? And why shouldn't I trust Isaac? I haven't even seen him nor talked to him since I got the job as a snuff star. I haven't even had any intentions to even meet Isaac again since it's actually me he shouldn't be trusting. By thinking this, I tore up the letter and threw it in the bathroom trash.
As I got out of the bathroom all three of the girls were getting dress in their convention outfits. Georgette wore blue, Petra wore red, and Diva wore yellow. While the girls were getting dressed, I went back to the bed were my cane lay next to me. I stared at the dragon handle for awhile, glaring at it's ruby eyes. My thoughts were on the letter, he knew who I was, he knew what my face looked like. A slow panic began to rise within me, what if he was putting doubt in my mind so he can try to kill me?
My thoughts broke away as I heard the familiar click go off in my ear. "You ready for the convention, Zoya?" asked my boss. I murmured I was ready and we were off to the convention.
The convention was packed with people wanting to see us. The crowd was mainly dressed in white and black to represent the Droog style but, there were others. Some were a fan of the Nazis, others Jersey, Twilight, and the classic Star Wars. It isn't really a convention if there isn't some Star Wars fans around. As we stepped out of the RV one by one I heard the crowd roar in adoration. We walked down the red carpet were the camera's were flashing and the crowds were screaming "I love you, Alexis!" or "Marry Me!". I couldn't help but smile. Usually something like this would only happen in Hollywood or New York but, never in Wichita, Kansas. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride being raised in the land of Oz.