What’s happening? Where am I? I can’t see anything. Voices of strangers lingered in my ears. They are constantly laughing. They’re too loud, it irritates my ears. I raised my head up trying to have at least a peek of the containment I’m experiencing right now. What I know is I’m in a moving car, nothing more nothing less. Having a blind fold stopping my eyes from seeing light, my hands tied using a rope, a piece of cloth in my mouth making it hard for me to shout is really not my dream kidnapping scene, adding that this goons id not as handsome as what I’ve dreamed of my future kidnappers.
“The chick is awake. Let’s have fun with her even in a short span of time. What do you think?” a guy suggested. Even if I’m blind folded and my left ear has a hearing defect, I know what they are talking about. My eyes opened wide, hands starting to shake because of fear. What am I supposed to do? Nobody’s going to get me from them. Nobody knows I’ve been kidnapped by these group of pyschos I presume and will be given as a stupid present to some psychopathetic human, if she’s one.
A rough hand held my jaw tightly. Suddenly a cold sharp piece of metal had a contact with the skin on my left cheek, I closed my eyes because of the sting I’m feeling. Seconds passed, an oozing blood coming from my cheek is making it’s way down to my jaw. Tears started to fall from my eyes, I can’t shout, I can’t speak what should I do.
“Let’s put her to sleep. It’ll be easier for us to bring her to Alexandria once she’s asleep.” Someone commanded. In a second, a needle is being buried in my shoulder then everything went black.
Wick Mansion, Abingdon, Stoyvania
I was awakened by a harsh pull of my blind fold. Slowly, I opened my eyes adjusting to the bright light which was in front of me. The room is filthy. A pile of chairs is in the side of the room, photos can be seen pinned in the wall with some of it having “X” marks and adding some rats strolling in the room. A middle aged woman, I suppose, wearing her glorious black fitted dress,black high heeled pumps, her hair curled, almost a decent woman’s outfit, is walking in my direction . The problem is that it is matched with multi layers of makeup in her face which really makes me believe that this woman, Alexandria as what I’ve heard from the goons earlier, is a higher level psycho version of Harley Quinn.
A huge smile painted in her face as she approached me and we are only inches away from each other. I noticed a lipstick stain on her teeth which makes her a little funny but in my case, I can’t speak any word because of this stupid piece of cloth in my mouth. She held the left part of my cheek with a wound which is caused by the knife that the goon grazed in my cheek.
“What happened to you my dear? Did they hurt you?” she asked as if she’s concerned with my present condition. Her long red nails digged into my wound which gives me too much pain.
“You want to talk? Let me remove it for you.” She raised her hand towards the cloth in my mouth and removed it carefully as if I’m something precious. Suddenly her soft eyes were replaced with a fiery one. Anger can be seen in her eyes as she looked directly on me as if I’m being strucked by a thousand of daggers.
“Untie her, it’s better to have a conversation when she’s free to move.” The three musketeers , the group of people who kidnapped me cut the rope clasping my hands enabling me to move. I immediately ran on the concrete floor of the room going to the dirty window hoping that I’m in a city or town full of people walking around who can rescue me. As I reached the spot, disappointment is painted on my face. All I can see is the pouring of the rain, the place where this mansion, warehouse or I don’t know what infrastructure I’m into is dark. A lamp post in the end of the dark street is the only thing which adds a little light to the place. The spot is more creepier because of some dead trees without any leaves on its branches as if it is a hand or tentacles ready to catch its prey.
I faced them with the same intense eyes the woman is giving me. Her lips formed into a smirk and laughed loudly which is the only noise that can be heard in the room. The way she laughed is the way antagonist usually do, the only thing I noticed is that It doesn’t fit her.
“Pitiful. No one’s going to help you here. This place is mine.” I walked briskly in her direction then I let my hand land on her face causing her head to turn to the side. In a second her musketeers pointed there guns at me.
“That face of yours is really annoying and to tell you, it doesn’t match your beautiful name in that case I think you need a makeover.” In a swift movement, I punched Alexandria’s face which causes her to kiss the floor. I slide down and kicked the foot of the three goons which is luckily in a form of a half circle which makes it easier for me to kick them. I pulled a Swiss knife hidden in my boots then struck it to the lower abdomen goon with a duck like face which I think is Felix.
“There’s a situation here. I don’t know how many guards are in this place. I need backup.” I voiced on the pen that’s hidden in the cardigan I’m wearing. This goons are not using their brains. The pen is connected to an earpiece which they surprisingly didn’t notice. I grabbed the gun from the holster of the Felix guy and and faced to the direction where I left Alexandria, the floors where empty, the only thing left is the wig she wore, Yes I conclude that her hair is fake, disgusting.
“Where are your location?” the person from the other line inquired. I raised my eyebrows and shooked my head while running because of disappointment.
“Try looking on the screen for my location bird brain. GPS is in the trend this time.” I replied while rotating my eyes, what kind of in office employee is that person not knowing how to look for location? Ugh! The house is not as big as what I’ve expected because the crazy owner Alexandria Wick called this as a mansion in which in reality its just a normal two storey house in a secluded area.
Without wasting time, I get out of the dirty room which looks like a house of some insects or pest and ran after Alexandria. My reflex saved me from being shot. I docked immediately to the staircase and shot the man who tried to kill me.
I ran towards the other side of the stair where there is a wall which can cover me temporarily from the meteor shower like release of bullets in my direction. I grabbed a normal sized grenade pen and let it roll down the stairs. Instantly it exploded causing some of them to run while the others were killed.
The explosion caused a great damage to the receiving area of the house. The furnitures and figurines were wrecked and the large picture frame with Alexandria on it is also ruined completely. I walked slowly while pointing the gun that I have left and right ensuring that nobody’s going to shoot me.
Where is Alexandria hiding? That woman is really a pain in my neck. I should have killed her earlier. Where are the back up that I’m asking for? I messed my long black hair with my eyebrows creased because of frustration.
Suddenly, I felt something hit the back of my head hard. Is the place turning or am I the one turning? Another attack was made when the person kicked me on my back causing me to lose balance and have a unexpected meeting with the floor.
A clanking sound of metal echoes in the area and what I see is a candelabrum with candles attached in it. In that time I’ve realized that the object which is used to hit me is a candelabrum. Someone grabbed my hair which lifts me up to the floor and faced me in the person’s direction. I am really correct, I hate her to the nth power. One reason is that she is a psycho, she kidnapped me and I don’t really liker her fashion taste.
Her lips forming a grin and her eyes looking at me mockingly. A cold metal is placed on my chin and realized that it is a gun. Now, this is not good.
“You’re not the person who will kill me or even stop my business. You’ll be one of the best producer of organs that I need to sell. You have a perfect body build. Goodbye.” I closed my eyes waiting for the bullet to struck my face. I feel that Alexandria was shaking. I opened my eyes and saw my friend a few meters away with his beloved extraordinary umbrella which stunned Alexandria. He waved his hand and smiled at me. I inhaled deeply then close my eyes because of relief.
I faced the front door and saw a group of people in their black operation suit with their guns and other stuffs with them. They part ways and searched the whole vicinity of the place. The other members of the organization, Death Stalkers. Were not stalkers, we are assigned to kill people who defies the rules of our world, the Underground Society. Killing is not new for us, we’ve been doing this for how many years.
“We are just in time before your supposed to be death frost.” Whispered by Dave, the man who saved my life in which I’m not thankful of. He walked a few steps backward and in a matter of seconds, a black cat approached him. It has a fluffy fur, the eye color is yellow and the cat is really adorable.
“Where did you get that feline Dave?” I asked him with wonder. He chuckled, and ran his hands to the cat’s fur.
“This cat of mine gives a recognizable contribution for your rescue. There’s a hidden camera in the top of her head. When you’re kidnapped, if that’s the right term, she was inside the car underneath the seats. She followed you all the way without being noticed. We are watching you since the moment you’ve stepped into the goons’ car.” He answered directly. I walked towards them and held the cat.
“She’s the one I should be thanking not you.” I gave him an insulting stare and left the wrecked area with the cat in my arms. I headed in my car relieved that another mission is done.
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