ThreeA Chapter by Ja StrangelynCaution: May contain strong language.
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pain radiated through her skull like no other. It was like a hammer had been
pounding its way out while a jackhammer was trying to get in. Alex groaned and
slowly cracked her eyes open, realizing she was lying on her stomach in some
sort of cell. “F**k,” she muttered and rolled over onto her back. She stared up
at the dizzying ceiling of cement as her vision started to clear. Cement blocks greeted her eyes with
a flickering light hanging in the middle of the tiny room. She glanced around,
yawning, wondering where she was at until what had happened came slamming back
into her mind. The shadows, the daemons, the voice. Something about that voice
called to her and she never wanted to let it go. She wanted to bathe in its
immense glory and soak up every last delicious octave. Deep and sure, like a
river yet harsh like the owner had seen better days. Alex sat up, slowly, her body aching
from the movement. How long was she out? It felt like days according the
snapping and popping of her joints. She stretched once up and hopped to her
feet. Her boots were still on and clothes were somewhat disheveled indicating
she’d been roughly placed into this room. Most likely thrown. Maybe that’s why her head was
pounding; she had landed face first on the concrete floor. Wondering just who
was that ballsy, she traipsed around the tiny room. It was no bigger than a
regular jail cell with a tiny bed in one corner that held a few pictures on the
top comforter and a metal door lining the opposite side. She walked over, glancing at the
large glossy images. Picking one up, she gasped. They were of her. From a
couple of days ago when she was out with Grey for coffee, holding the steaming
cup tightly between her hands. There was another of her exiting headquarters
downtown with a pissed off look on her face. Most likely because her boss had
upset her with his actions and ways. He can be a d****e sometimes. She flipped
through them all, varying times and days of whoever caught her, with her face
always scrunched up in an expression of aggravation or fatigue. She shuddered. Someone had been
following her. But why? The last picture was the most recent
of her entering Death’s Door after a
long day of work. “What is this?” She whispered, dropping the pictures back
onto the bed. Or cot rather, with its metal hinges and headboard and wooly
looking blanket. She patted the pockets of her jeans
and jacket and came up empty. No phone or wallet. Damn. She checked the waistband and noticed her dagger was gone.
Whoever these guys were that had her were smart and covered all basics. She had
no phone nor a weapon so she was stuck. Just what was going on? Just then, the door opened. The
brown eyed daemon from before stepped through and kicked the door shut. Alex
hopped back, ready to fight if need be. “Who are you?” She demanded. He shook his head and held out his
arms in a placating gesture. “My name is Ryn. I’m here to watch you.” She cocked a brow. “Uh, why?” Ryn lowered his arms. “I’m under
command to.” “By who?” He shrugged. “You’ll see soon
enough, DeLuca.” “O-kay,” she muttered. “Well, can at
I least find out why am I here?” Another shrug with his palms out.
“Can’t do that.” “And why is that?” She stepped forward
with one foot, cautious to keep an eye on his hands. “Under orders.” So, this was getting her absolutely
nowhere. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Seriously?” He nodded. They had a stare-down, the headache
dying out slightly, but still at the back of her head. She looked him over from
his mop of brown hair to his broad chest to his boots. He was clad all in black
with cargo pants, a long sleeved Henley, and some kickass combat boots. He was
handsome, she’d give him that. Maybe not drop-dead gorgeous in the classical
sense but he was good looking with a perfectly shaped nose that sloped gently
with black hoops adorning the left nostril and high cheek bones. His lips were
full while his jaw was chiseled. Alex hadn’t realized she moved
closer to him until she saw they were over a foot apart. She quickly moved
back. “So, where am I?” He opened his mouth but Alex
answered for him. “Let me guess, can’t tell me?” “You got it.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “Where
do I know you from?” This caught him off guard as he rose
a brow and looked at her like she’d grown an extra head. “Me?” She rolled her eyes. “No, the
jackass behind you. Yes you.” He shrugged. For the third time.
“Don’t know.” The dull ache was back in her head,
more vengeful than ever, and she gripped her forehead. “Can I get some
ibuprofen or something for my head at least?” He nodded and left. Alex sighed, again, and began a
frantic search for a way out. The door was locked and there was no window. She
was stuck.
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Added on December 23, 2015 Last Updated on December 23, 2015 AuthorJa StrangelynLake Charles, LAAboutI'm just a young author who's working two jobs just wanting to get my ideas out there. I recently graduated with a degree in Political Science though that wasn't my dream degree but it works. My plan .. more..Writing
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