Aro

Chapter 2

"Stop swearing, that's totally unprofessional."

"No, what's unprofessional is hitting him in the back of the head with the butt of your gun as hard as you could! He probably has brain damage."

My eyes were sealed shut, but I could tell this wasn't the killers hotel room. Through my burning orange eyelids I could tell that there's most likely a freakin' flood light in here. I tried to pull my arms up to my head and feel for a wound, but there were handcuffs on my wrist.

"Calm yourselves, he's waking up." said a new voice.

"Yes, General Kad." the arguing voices said in unison. I bobbed my head, trying to pull it up to face my kidnappers. I peeled my eyes open and winced at the after pain. After a few more seconds I was able to pull up my face, only to be rewarded with the blinding light in the room. 

"Is this torture?" I squeezed my eyes shut, tight, then opened them again, "sure feels like it." Standing before me was a woman wearing a charcoal suit. Her hair was tied up into a tight bun, there wasn't a lingering hair to be spotted. Her face showed no emotion, her milk chocolate bangs fell over her forehead in a bowl cut style, she looked old...-ish.

"How was your trip here, Aro?" she asked, still, no sign of emotion.

I plastered a fake smile, "Great, I always love being hit in the head with a gun and thrown in the trunk of a car." I heard a grunt behind me, I turned in my seat to see a huge man with a giant, and may I add, Intimidating build. He must be the one who hit me, suddenly my face grew with horror as I remembered the woman in the hotel room. I whipped my head around to the old lady quickly, hurting my neck. "Where is she? Where's the poor woman you that you trapped?" the woman stood there motionless, she spoke nothing.

"He really is dumb" Chuckled the scary-looking man. I whipped back over to face him.

"You're not exactly bright yourself," I sneered, a small frown appeared on his face, "but I guess every killer is like that, heartless, cruel, idiotic. By the way, nice job with the windows you stupid moron-"

"Gee, you're on to talk" said a new voice, I froze. The voice sounded like a twinkling music box a young child would recieve. My eyes darted over to the floor, I felt my body turn over to the voice as sweet as syrup. I looked up to see a woman wearing a white shirt that hugged her slender figure. Her pants looked like it was make of stretchy material, yoga pants, I decided; it reached all the down to her ankles. Her shoes were red converse with what was once white laces, the front of them had dirt smudges. My eyes did a double take on her face. It was her. The victim. The only thing different was the streaks of tears that stuck to her face were gone.

"It's you."