Nadia Pimentel
Impending love chapter 2
I woke up feeling like lead. I was drugged! I knew that witch would poison me! It doesn't take much to take a miserable soul for money. I am one of the most wanted assassins in the state, and she caught me- she actually trapped me. Was I in love with her or what she had to offer me… a new life? Finally regaining some consciousness, I took in my surroundings- I was strapped to a chair! A dry fire stretched down my dry throat as I realized how thirsty I was.
After what seemed to be an hour of peeking into and out of consciousness, a middle-aged Swampert with framed glasses wearing a sweet smile approached me. Even though he was smiling, I glared daggers at this sweet, innocent looking man.
"Good morning, young Gallade." His voice was very light and sincere, "How are you today?"
I glared at him some more and he continued to smile at me, "Why am I here?" I spat out angrily. Although I hate this word, I was more confused than angry. I thought the woman wanted to help me! Where was I?
"Well, tell me what you remember from last night." He still smiled at me like we were kind friends.
I thought back hard and remembered the green haired woman giving me a glass of water, "I remember being in the café and some girl says that she can change my life. I drink some water and now I'm here." I looked at him, still with an angry glare.
The kind man only chuckled, "Well," he said in between his chuckles, "you are here for a reason," He stopped chuckling and gave me glare I haven't seen in ages, "Cut the crap kid," his tone of voice shocked me, "You know exactly why you're here, m'kay?" He got up from squatting and continued, his (seemingly) nice smile now an evil sneer, "You keep on killing my clients, and let me tell you," he walked up to me, face to face, "I'm not too happy about that."
"It's my job! I'm getting paid!" I yelled back, "I have to kill these betraying pigs!"
"Listen," he sharply said, "I'm also getting paid, for my products, which are highly dangerous and illicit." His dark eyes cutting off my angry glare, "You've crossed the line."
The lump in my throat was proof enough that I had nothing to say. Too scared to look at this once (seemingly) kind guy, I looked to the dusty gray floor. My eyes found Gardevoir standing at the door, her hands at her hips, content.
"Black!" The plump Swampert smiled at the Gardevoir at the door and stood up, "Thanks for bringing him here. I've had my eyes on him for a very long time."
That's what her name is… Black? "Hey, Black!" I heatedly snapped at her, "Why did you lie to me?"
Her eyes found mine and she rolled them in annoyance, "Hey, Boss, it's gonna cost you." She held out her hand and smirked at 'Boss'.
Hesitantly looking at her opened palm he sighed heavily, "How much you want, this time?"
"Well, I did capture what you were looking for, so maybe a couple grand?" Her smirk stayed plastered on her (seemingly) cherubic face.
Quietly, 'Boss' told her to wait in another room for him and with that she silently left. His attention turned to me again, "Where were we again?"
Giving him a blank stare I thought about who he was, and suddenly I had this weird vision that this guy was named Murlough, a dangerous drug dealer who's escaped even the most scariest prisons countless numbers of times. "You're Murlough!" I gasped fearfully. I remembered how I was hired to kill him and a bunch of other crooks like this dirty dealer.
"You really are good at this guessing game!" he chuckled a sinful chuckle that sent shivers down my spine, "Even after my plastic surgeries, laser treatment, tattoo removals, you can still correctly guess who I am! Are you psychic? That makes sense because you are a Gallade!" His cackle ricocheted off the walls. "As of today you will be our slave labor, m'kay? You've caused enough trouble and we really want a free worker, too. Do you think you can survive on milk and bread?"
My eyes grew wide as he left the room, his hoot following him out, echoing into my ears, with me still strapped to the chair. Tears streamed my face after another hour in this dusty room, and I realized that I'm not leaving here. I looked down at my body and noticed how I was wearing a gray jumpsuit, something I never wanted to own in my life. Great, now I blend in the room, gray on gray.
How can I get out of here? I continually thought to myself and looked around the empty factory room. I only wish I didn't trust that woman so easily! The pale light entered the room, filling me up with the only hope to escape… the window.