Opal

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I was terrified when I woke up, I tried moving but my capturers were not amateurs. My fingers felt numb and my legs felt like they do when I fly economy. I still had a bag over my head, but I was still able to hear footsteps just outside the room. I then heard the door open and my spine chilled. When I was younger my parents always dismissed it when I said I was afraid of anything, but in this moment I had never felt more afraid. The person stopped in front of me and lowered their head to my level. I could feel their cold breath on my neck, it gave me goosebumps. In this moment I felt useless, weak, defenseless. Anything that was the opposite of calm and collected, that was me. I felt the person examine me. They walked around me and picked up one of my braids.

All of a sudden the bag over my head was removed and the cold air in the room hit my face like icicles falling on a car windshield.

"Oh good, you're awake." To my surprise it was a woman. She had short blonde hair that barely reached her shoulders, and had the most mesmerizing green eyes I had ever seen. Standing back to back she wouldn't have been much taller than me. Perhaps only by a few inches.

I tried to talk but soon realized my mouth had been duck taped shut. Go figure.

"Oh right, sorry about that," She forcefully removed the tape from my mouth and I let out a sharp scream.

"Don't be such a pouty puss," she said, puckering her lips together.

I licked my lips and finally spoke, "who the hell are you and why am I here?"

"Ah, two very good questions. I'll do you the favor of only answering one."

I didn't understand how she was doing me a favor by only answering one of my questions when I asked the two most important ones any hostage would ask.

"Fine then, why am I here?" I said glaring at her.

"That, I'd be happy to answer," she pulled up a nearby chair and sat down in front of me, "you see you're here because there are some things not quite right."

The woman leaned in close to me, "do you remember being 17?"

"Of course I do, who doesn't remember being an age?" I replied.

"You say you remember being 17, correct? Can you tell me what you did during that time?"

I was confused. Why did this strange white woman want to know my life story?

"I don't remember doing anything of certain relevance," I tried dodging the question without revealing too much.

"Now that's what I'm looking for. There is a part of your life that is missing, yes? Someone took that away from you."

I was utterly dumbfounded. I had no idea what was going on or who this woman was, or even what she was talking about.

"You wanna know something," I began, "there's this thing-- I'm not sure if you've ever heard of it, but it's called detail. Probably a reach even for you, but it means going in more depth. So, can I PLEASE have more detail?" If you couldn't tell already, I was getting fed up.

"Sassy, I like you."

"I never asked if you liked me or not, I asked if you know what the fuck is going on with my life."

The woman sighed and smiled, then lit a cigarette.

"Something drastic happened to you when you were 17, some people up there decided that what you did was too powerful for this world, so they removed it. Took it where it could be monitored and safely secured."

"Hu- what?"

The woman rolled her eyes, "hon you're part supernatural. You can do a lot more shit than any basic human. Get it now?"

Shocked was the only thing that was on my face, but I somehow managed to form a thought.

"So what, are you here to kill me now? I mean you've gone to such great lengths to kidnap me, you must want something."

"First thing that's come out of your mouth that I actually wanted to hear. I need your help."

I scoffed. "My help? What could I possibly do for you?"

"That thing that I mentioned earlier about you and the mysterious "it", the people holding it and I have some history. I need revenge, and you're my best bet."

The woman seemed confident, almost too confident for my liking.

"What's your name?" I finally asked.

"Eritrea, the pleasure is not mine."

"Eritrea", I whispered back to myself. I wondered if I had ever met her before.

"Okay, Eritrea, why do you seem so confident that I'll help you? You kidnapped me, tied me up in this freezing room, and you're now telling me that I'm supernatural? What makes you so sure that you'll enlist my help?" I had a smirk on my face, I knew she wouldn't be able to come up with a good enough answer.

"Because," she leaned forward, "they have your daughter."