They gave me food. It was the kind of food that made me wonder if they were doing the whole "we give you a nice home you don't leave it" thing that some kidnappers vibed with. But then I would remember my skin turning to a heat that left char marks where the carpet beneath me had been and I shook away the thought.
I didn't eat.
I didn't speak unless I was asking another ignored question. How did you turn my body into a bomb? What do you want from me? Where are you taking me?
They ignored each question, instead speaking in a code my ears were too dumb to translate into something I could understand. Only Eric looked at my appraisingly from time to time, interest twitching across his scruffy, yet undeniably attractive face. More than one time he pushed a platter of heavily spiced, steaming food across the table toward me but each time I just responded with another question. Then he would look away.
"Take me back to Arminia 55," I demanded.
Code, chewing, and unconcern.
"TAKE ME BACK!" I yelled, in the the temporary loss of control, I forgot about the bomb, the reason I had been sitting peaceably by the table until then.
The doctor, Eric, and Ice man all bolted to their feet, and I flinched into myself before realizing none of them were looking at me. Instead, their gazes were drifting away, mutual concern on all their faces.
"What?" I said.
Then I felt it.
The tremor beneath my had completely stopped, the motor was silent. The sudden lack of sound was deafening.
Then we began to plummet.
I screamed, or maybe it was the doctor, I couldn't tell. All my senses disconnected from reality, mashing together into a vibrating mass of terror and panic and numbness and-
Eric's body rammed into me, and then we were rolling on the ceiling, our delicate bodies being tossed around the pandemonium that was the inside of the falling plane.
But his arms stayed strong, gripping me close. I heard a crack near where the luggage compartment I had woken up in was, and squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see the dripping red stain I had been too slow to block out. Was that my own blood? I tried fo feel for a cut but couldn't, my fingers crushed against the edge of something and Eric's shoulder blade. We rolled again, my nose throbbing as I was tossed across the floor.
I buried my head into Eric's shirt as the world literally shattered around me. He had gone still. I screamed into his chest.
Then there was a bang so jarring and loud, everything temporarily faded away.
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РазноеKamilla is Armani, a part of a secret community of people with their entirely own culture, city, traditions. But she is also sad. And angry. And rebellious. And too flirtatious and too much of a loner and too depressed. But above all, Kamilla is a d...
