Cora

Chapter Ten

I stepped aboard the dark ship with the strangers. Looking around, I was praying silently for my safety. I hoped these people didn't have anything to do with the Henna, which I decided was the name of the government that left me the note.

"My name is Emma," pretty girl stated, but I already knew that. "And that's Dylan." She pointed across the way. He sat at his table, eating pizza.

Making a face, I turned back to Emma. "Don't like pizza?" She mused, putting her hands on her hips. "Join the club." She laughed, and turned away. She had such a beautiful laugh.

Overhearing, Dylan stood up. Stomping over, he stood in front of Emma. "What did you say? What did you say?" He grinned, messing with Emma. She stood there laughing.

"Uh guys.." I murmured nervously. "Shouldn't we be.. doing something.. YA know, productive?"

Immediately stopping, they reformed their stances. Dylan spoke first.

"Yes, we should. Thank you for that." Walking back over to the table, he started cleaning up the pizza mess. Emma looked at me and smiled.

"Right this way, miss."

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She took me through a little part of the shuttle. We walked to the end of a corridor, then into a room at the end of it.

It was a conference room. Huge tables spread in a specific order, having a layout of easier focusing. A screen was set at the farthest wall back, where things were projected and displayed for business projects. Though the room was empty, I could imagine it full of business men and women.

"Sit here please, and I'll be right with you." She pulled out a chair at the biggest conference table, which also happened to be in the center of the room. Smiling, she left me alone.

I examined the room a little closer. Instead of green accents, like on the outside, it had blue accents. Neon blue accents. The lining in the chairs. The walls. The screens. The tables. It was absolutely breathtaking, like it just came out of some fantasy robot movie. The chairs were squishy and they spun. They had wheels to move around the room. I'd guess there were about 100 of these chairs in this room, and 50 tables. 2 chairs for each table.

That wasn't including the center table. The center table was a circle, with a screen you could project right in the center. It has 10 chairs surrounding it, all the same type.

It seemed like hours before Emma came back, though I knew it wasn't. She also brought Dylan along. I guess it was some sort of conference meeting. Dylan and Emma sat side by side, across from me. Smiling, Emma pulled her chair in, and started the conversation.

"Cora, I believe we have some things we need to share with you. And, you really need an explanation for all this craziness, right?"

I looked at both of them, my brown eyes switching back and fourth. Between them. "Sure."

"Well.." Dylan spoke, glancing at Emma. They shared a brief look for a second. They broke it so fast, I wasn't even sure it was really there. Dylan sat up uncomfortably in his chair and leaned awkwardly on the table. "Cora, we believe you got a note. Correct?"

I fixed my gaze on him, curiosity roaming my brain. How could he have known? "Yes..."

"Well, that's good. We know you have been chosen then. Thank god." Emma breathed, smiling.

Why was she smiling?

"Anyway," Dylan proceeded, leaning back in his chair. "Do you remember anything?"

Confused, i furrowed my brow. "What do you mean? Yeah, I remember things. Like how my dog-"

"No no, not that kind of stuff," Dylan interrupted, frustrated. "Things like..." He snapped his fingers, trying to thing of an example. He looked to Emma for help.

"Like.. What year it is." Emma supplied, and looked at me intently.

"Yeah. I'm not stupid. It's 2015." I replied with a sarcastic eye roll.

The color then drained Emma's face. Dylan's, too.

"What? What's wrong?" I stammered, startled. It was 2015. I was not an idiot. It was 2015.

"Cora, I..." Emma started, but her voice trailed off.

"Cora, it's not 2015," Dylan contorted, finishing Emma's sentence for her. "It's actually 2065."

"WHAT?" I screamed, standing up. "NO it is NOT. Who are you guys anyway?" I was angry. I was scared. Most of all, I didn't think they were kidding.

"Cora, calm down. Cora-" Emma tried calming down my heavy breathing, but Dylan interrupted.

"CORA!" Looking at him, I saw the anger on his face. That was the last thing I saw before I passed out.