Chapter 2
"What?" He was dumbfounded.
"I'm going in there Lee," I informed my partner. "And I'll attempt to get him out. But if I can't . . . then I'm going to take my chance."
"No!" Lee gasped. "You are not going in there."
"Yes I am," I radioed the chief and told him of my plan.
"You are not to go in there Aria!" He screamed into my ear.
"I trained as a negotiator! I can do it!" I told the chief.
"Aria," he sighed as if in pain. "Fine. But try to bring him out alive."
"Will do Chief. But I can't make any promises." I replied cheekily.
Moving stealthily I slipped around the house, hopefully unnoticed. There I found the back door. Praying it was open, I quietly turned the knob. It was unlocked and turned easily. The door I gently pushed open, but it creaked softly. I froze but it was too late. The gunman was staring at me from the living room.
"Now!" I screamed when he shot me. I was wearing Kevlar, but it did nothing to help the pain. Then I felt pain in my legs before I drifted off.
It was nice here. Blue sky, green grass, and lovely white clouds. Looking around I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, until a couple of beautiful beings came into my sight.
"Um . . . hello." I said hesitantly.
"Hello Aria Johnson, daughter of Gregory Johnson and Malorie Price." The woman said. "I am Yavanna."
"Nice to meet you, Yavanna." I looked at the male.
"I am Aulë." He bowed to me.
"Um . . . what am I doing here?" I asked timidly.
"You are here, because you are my creation. My daughter."
"Mine as well!" Yavanna glared at Aulë.
"Apologies darling." He murmured.
"OK?" I said confused.
"We brought you here because you are needed daughter." She explained. "Now go to sleep. You'll learn more when it is time."