The Falcon stalked the foundation. This was purely a coincidence and a perfectly timed opportunity. They saw their chance and they're taking it.
“Who would have thought it would be easy to get this bitch on her knees,” one of them chuckled. As much as I want to bite back, it's better to be silent and not give in to their smugness.
“What's wrong?”one of them sarcastically says, “Too good to talk to one of us, you think that pussy is made of gold don't you. I don't know, man, I wonder how much of it is worth it,” he raises his gun pointing at me as his accomplice points his at Cedric. Cedric followed suit with me sinking down into his knees avoiding any eye contact or conversation.
“You're making this too easy,” one snarls out.
“Maybe I'm just not stupid. You take me and him quietly and you leave this place alone. You got what you came for, you want to send a message. Go ahead and if your boss was so smart I bet he said not to touch anything else here. Get in. Get out. Those are your orders aren't they?” I try to find out, try to stay calm in this situation.
One of them whistles sarcastically, “Wow. What a mouth on this one. I guess Benny was right, she is feisty,” he steps closer and closer to me pulling out an item from his back pocket, still raising his gun at me. He shows a filled syringe. The next thing I felt was the bite of the needle and Cedric's voice screaming.
There's something about Pitch blackness that brings nightmares alive. In the darkness I feel nothing. No warmth to surround me, only the cold chill of a slow feeling of death creeping in. I always wondered what it would have felt like. And the feeling of your consciousness slipping between life and death itself. For the body, wondering if the pain is actually real or not. I had to only hope that maybe I would see Keola in my head or even Finn or Lilly, maybe through a spiritual connection telling me to stay strong and not give up.
But maybe that was the drugs preventing me from even a slight hope. My senses start to wake up. I feel like I've been through this so many times the last time I ended up on Doc's table, but this time instead of waking up with Brayden next to me, clasping on the table.
The grogginess of my eyes and my heavy head over power everything. I don't think I'm in pain but certainly uncomfortable. As I start to wake up I don't know how many hours have passed or where I'm at.
My eyes blink, but once I open my eyes I see nothing. I'm in total darkness again. I don't even know if my eyes are open.
Fight damn it.
But Keola’s training spirals back into my mind.Use your other senses. What do you smell? What do you hear?
As I try to at least straighten my head regaining any strength, I fight for words. And what comes out of my mouth is nothing but sounds. And those sounds are bouncing around echoing. I try one more time and a little more than sounds comes out.
So a metal spacing? An empty room with no windows?
“Ced..” I say again, turning it into a cough.Fuck.“Ced..” I tried again.
I'm welcomed with a groan. He's alive, I think. I try to move my hands but I'm bound. The rough bite of what feels like rope binding my hands behind me. I try to move my feet but I think they're bound to the legs of the chair. I try to move the chair a little bit and instead of scraping like if there was carpet it sounds like it's metal.
Maybe in a building. Or somewhere secluded. My brain is still in a haze. I've only done drugs once and that's only if you count marijuana. But other than that this is worse than my first college hangover.
Next to me was Cedric again moaning as he was waking up. All I want to do is find a way out of here. On my way back to my boys and get Cedric out of here I'm free of all this mess.
“Cedric. Buddy,” I call out to him.
I groan as the haze starts to lift. My body tries to adjust to every sensation that the drug has heightened or even suppressed.Trust the senses you do have, no shortcuts.
“Teach,” he responds.
Thank god.“Hey bud. I know this may be a stupid question but you okay?” I asked.
He responds with another groan.
Everything becomes quiet again until a pair of footsteps start to get louder outside of where we were at. And it starts to answer my question of where we're at, as there is a big thunk as if someone is unlocking something. The door loudly creaks open, and the threatening light of the sun beams inside.
As my eyes adjust it becomes clear that we're not in a building or in a secluded area, but a shipping container. The bright sun shines in casting a shadow over the person in front of us. As the person steps forward, the thud of their shoes overthrows the suspense. I tilt my head up to see a smug, familiar face.
Tavers.
His face becomes more present, how off his darkened features, the wrinkles in his skin, the scruff that adds to his face.
“Looks like our sleeping beauties are awake,” he snickers, finding himself funny without a care in the world. “Cedric, my boy. Welcome back, I hope you enjoyed your little excursion. Because the next step for you, my friend, is somewhere you pray you never went to.”
His eyes beam over to me, tilting my head towards him, “Ms. Ashers, such a shame you had to get involved with all of this.”
“I’m not,” the words having trouble coming out.
