LIGHTNING • wdw

065; jack

Jack's POV:

It wasn't a very long ride to the facility, about 15 minutes or so. It was quiet except for the small conversation between the two guards in the front seats.

Constantly through out the car ride, I fiddled with the metal rod in my hand. I could technically use it right now but it wasn't the right time. There would be a right time for everything in this plan.

After the 15 minutes, the men in the front jump out and slammed the doors shut. I could hear their feet making noises all the way around to the back and opening the doors to where I sat.

"Up Avery." one of them said. I obeyed and scooted forwards, hopping out of the van. The two men each took ahold of one of my arms and forced me forwards.

I was taken through the front doors and led to a small room that had a single chair in the center. I took notice that most of the hallways and doors looked the same so it would be easy to get lost in here.

The two men pushed me down onto the chair, taking handcuffs and yanking my hands back behind the chair so I couldn't move.

After they both exited the room, leaving me alone, waiting.

'Corbs I'm in but still can't use my hearing.' I thought, updating Corbyn on where I currently was.

A loud sound echoed through the room, distracting me from my thoughts. I looked up and a man dressed in a suit was standing in the door frame.

He was tall, maybe around the age of late twenties. His hair was brown but he had a clean cut. I could tell by the way he carried himself and the way he dressed he was probably the one in charge of here.

"Jack! Welcome!" he said clapping his hands together once, closing the door behind him.

"Yeah, I'm here." I said bluntly. He took a few steps forward and kneeled down to the height I was currently at.

"Well before you get situated here I should probably introduce myself." he smirked, "I'm Thomas, the manager of this organization."

I eyed the man up and down, "I'm not impressed."

He took a small bit of offense by my comment but quickly covered it up, "I don't need your snarky comments. You have no idea what I have in store."

He swiftly stood up, proud of whatever he was thinking at the moment. All I could think about was that this man was the worst villain in all time.

I mean at least get a nice suit, not some old tacky one that has been passed down for generations.

"I bet you do." I rolled my eyes and refused to make eye contact with him.

"Well, enough about that. You'll be taken to your room in a minute." he sighed, lifting his sleeve up and looking at the time.

I stayed silent, not saying a word as I didn't know what would happen. He looked like a rather dumb guy but at the same time he could be the smartest man in the world.

"I know you are probably wondering, 'Will I be able to see Herron and Marais?'. You won't. Even though those two share a room, I'm keeping you isolated from them." Thomas explained to me.

"That's because they think I'm dead and you want to keep it that way." I said to him, which shocked him a little bit, "Daniels a psychic, I know things."

"Right, Seavey. Well, we will get you situated-"

Instead of continuing his sentence, he seemed to be listening to something on the other end of the ear piece he wore. As he listened, he got madder and madder.