This chapter…I'm just glad it is written out now. I hope you guys enjoy it and hopefully this story will begin to move along soon. I know where and what I want to write, but you just cant rush things. Enjoy everyone!

Chapter 3:

A.J awoke to find herself in a brightly lit room; the feel of a stiff mattress and sheets against her body. She pushed herself up slowly into a sitting position and took a look at her surroundings.

The walls of the room were painted a sterile gray and white, reminding her of a room you would find in a hospital. The room even contained the necessities one would find in such a room; a small closet, and a bathroom (that is what A.J assumed and hoped is what lay behind the close door that was located on her right). The only differences between the room A.J found herself in and a typical hospital room was that the room was devoid of an sort of decorative décor, save for the simple writing desk and chair she found on her left, but the biggest difference that A.J noticed was one that sent small jolts of fear down her spine.

The room had no window.

There was no way of telling where in the world she was.

Whoever had abducted her wanted to make sure that there was no chance that she could identify the location.

She could feel her heart flutter widely in her chest, and her body trembled with fear and anxiety. She took a few deep calming breaths and told herself that her abductors had knocked her out before taking her to her present location, and if the crime drama's she occasionally watched were accurate, then that meant her captors intended on keeping her alive.

That slim amount of self reassurance quelled her fears for only a fraction of a second.

But how long do they intend on keeping me alive? A.J wondered while remembering how some of those crime drama's stories unfolded.

What do they want from me?

The sound of an automatic door opening almost made her jump out of her skin. A new wave of fear took a hold of A.J as she looked over to see who was entering her room, the renewed fear, however, began to slowly dissipate when her eyes landed on a young man standing in the doorway.

She was willing to admit to herself that he was kind of cute. He looked to be about in his early to mid twenties, but his tussled ebony hair made him look a little younger, and from his olive skin tone she could tell that he was of Middle Eastern descent. He wasn't too tall, only a few inches taller than A.J herself who was at most five foot four inches. He had a lean body build as though he ran quite often. But the most charming thing A.J found about him were his eyes; they were a bright hazel color that held a trace of naivety behind their knowledgeable gaze.

As she sat there staring at him she began to chastise herself for acting like a junior high girl when a high school boy would look in her direction.

You've just been abducted! She reminded herself, You are possibly looking at one of your captors and all you can think about is that he looks cute! Focus!

The young man looked at A.J and gave her a warm smile.

Oh, fuck it! A.J thought as heat rose to her cheeks.

"I am glad to see that you are awake." He spoke with the trace of an accent, "You were out longer than expected. How are you feeling?"

"Fine." A.J answered quickly, her pitch rose an octave higher.

She quickly turned her head away from embarrassment and looked down at her lap. She cringed slightly when she felt her long blond hair spill down over her shoulders and into her face.

A.J had forgotten that she had left the house in her pajama's; she felt like a grungy Raggedy Ann doll with her faded flannel bottoms, and her oversized Sabaton band t-shirt. Not to mention her hair felt like a rat's nest to her.

Why the hell am I caring about what I look like now?

"Are you sure?" he asked her as he crossed the room, "You are still trembling." He pointed out stopping just a few feet away from her, making sure to keep a respectful distance.

A.J thought she detected some concern in his voice, but she assumed it was only her girlish imagination.

"Oh…" was all she could say as she looked down at her twitching fingers.

"Do you feel light headed? Or slightly nauseas?"

Is he supposed to be a doctor?

"No. No." She answered him honestly without meeting his gaze. "Just a little shaky is all."

"Would you like something to eat?"

His question caused her to snap her head up, "Eh?"

She looked at him and wondered what his game was. She couldn't see any signs of underlying motives in his expression, he genuinely seemed concerned for her well being.

"Would you like a snack?" He asked her again.

A.J found her nerve and spoke to him in a clear, strong voice. "I'm sorry, but I've just been kidnapped, and the moment I wake up my captor offers me food. Food, that I have no idea where it came from or what you even did to it. I think I'll pass."

Sorry for the curtness. You may be cute, but I don't plan on dying.

He let a nervous laughter escape from his lips before choosing his next words to her.

"I apologize," he spoke sincerely, with a nervousness in his soft tone. "I did not think of what your perspective might be from the offer. Please forgive me."

A.J looked at him and wondered if he was putting on some sort of act.

The fear within A.J had subsided and she now felt as though her mind was in a clear, calm state to asses her situation. She held on to the thought that the man standing before her was putting on an act to earn her trust and blind her of her surroundings, but she did not instinctively feel any sort of threating presence about him.

That did not mean she was going to lower her guard.

"You think you could tell me why I am here?" A.J asked, "And where exactly is here?"

"I cannot tell you the exact location," he said regretfully, "but" he added in the hopes of putting her mind at ease, "I will tell you that you are at one of the Abstergo headquarters."

"Abstergo?" the name sounded vaguely familiar to A.J, "Isn't that some kind of pharmaceutical company?" She asked more to herself.

"Wait," she turned her now heated gaze towards the young man, "Is this some kind of fucked up Nazi experimentation shit that I've been dragged into?"

"No, no, it is nothing like that." He said quickly, raising his hands up in a defensive gesture as though it would keep her anger at him at bay.

"Abstergo is a pharmaceutical company, but they have their hand in many other fields as well." He explained quickly. "But you were not brought her for experimental testing."

"Then why am I here?"

"You were brought here for your memories, Miss Lindemann." A second voice answered her question.

Both A.J and the young man looked over and found an older gentleman standing in the doorway. A serious expression painted on his aged face.

"Or to be more precise," he continued, "your ancestor's memories."

And that is chapter 3. Hope you guys enjoyed it and don't be shy about leaving comments. And even though he will most likely never see this I want to thank my boyfriend for being there through my depression. He stuck by me and put up with my b.s and is slowly getting me back on the path of writing again along with doing my other projects that I love to do. Couldn't have asked for a better man. Any way enough with that time for bed, got a long day ahead. Until next time guys.