Deadly Illusions

Flashback

Flash back....

A black turbo Porsche 911 rolled into a training facility, or some would call it the prison. The car drove to the first white Broken down building, which had in big red letters 'zone 01.' The car stopped a few yards away, probably waiting for someone to meet and greet.

Around the area, it showed strong men and woman running around one of the many racing tracks. Sweat dripping down onto their white shirts as the sun shone bright onto their backs. On the other side was about ten other people, half female and half male. Their age normally arrange from sixteen and onwards. They were located in a courtyard with smaller green gates and the floor was not gravel like the car had drove on, but tarmac . Eight hovered around in a circle, while two of them practiced their self defence techniques in the middle.

A middle Aged bulked man stepped out of the car, his black shoes shone brighter than the bald spot on his head. He skipped to the other side of the Porsche, opening the passenger side door for the wicked king. His face showed more wrinkles and his once black hair turned grey in age. He was glum and angry. His blue eyes hid underneath the aviator sunglasses.

"This better be important" The king grumbled, watching as the electric daunting gates shut. Two guards in dark blue uniform exited the enormous building . They stepped off the white concrete steps and the king just shrugged as the two halted at attention. He walked over to them, so he was only a few inches apart.

"How?" The king growled.

"Sir, I request permission to speak" The man on the right squeaked.

"Go on..."

"We don't know how the witch got in. She just requested to see you"

"You" he pointed to the left soldier

"Fire my head of resources" The king said as he made a mimic of a gun with his finger. "And find me someone who can... ACTUALLY DO THEIR JOB!"

The soldier nodded and took off to the direction of another building that looked similar, but had the words written in red letters 'zone 10'

"Where is she now?" The King looked back at the soldier who was now left on his own

"This way, sir"

The king shot his eye brows up as he followed the soldier, he was either noble or stupid for not answering it directly. He was taken in. The whole of it was white. The corridors were very big and probably fit an elephant through. On the left and right there were two metal doors, however The soldier carried on walking straight on. It was empty, due to the people doing the exercise outside. The soldier finally turned left. He took the key card from out of his navy blue combat trousers and swiped it on the key pad.

"Hello sweetie" An old women turned round on the swirly chair on hearing the two enter. She let herself grin, showing her pearly white teeth. Bags hid underneath her brown eyes and her hair was completely white and shortened down so it was just touching the back of her ears.

"Get out! " The king shouted to the soldier on his right hand side, and took off his sunglasses and placed them in his pocket.

The soldier followed the order without blinking and marched out. He let out a deep breath on closing the door.

"What do you want?" The king gritted through his teeth, taking his hands out of his grey trouser pocket and folding them in front of him.

"We had an agreement, John. And still you haven't caught your son" In her right hand she held a glass of scotch and she took a quick swig, giving the king an annoyed expression.

"I'd stay off your back and keep my people away and hidden, but only  if you bring me the boy"

"I have my best people on it. The machine isn't even ready to be used yet, Erin. There would be no point placing him here"

The woman just gave a small giggle, "Don't fret my king." She stood up bowing, her sky blue sequin dress letting go of the creases it had formed from sitting on the chair. "I just like to see you squirm...Anyway I have a present" she chuckled placing the scotch onto the wooden desk.

The king arched his eyebrows at Erin, the old woman. She walked over to the cupboard and opened it quickly, dragging out a woman.

The woman's mouth had duck tape around it and her hands tied tightly with rope behind her grey vested top. Her blonde hair trapped underneath the brown sticky tape. Her dark brown eyes glossy has they began to water. She let a few moans as the old woman grabbed her hair pulling her upwards and straight.

"Thank you. I've always wanted a young blonde" The sarcasm dripped from the Kings mouth.

"Hush" she smirked.

"This little rodent, is your boys little whore"

Anna -the blonde girl- eyes rolled and if she could, she would have scoffed.

"I heard you have the best person to handle this thing and for the boy, 3 months; then I'll deal with it" Her face shot up from serious to a wide grin

"Bye for now"

Erin's body disappeared into black smoke and Anna felt the cold hard wooden floor connect to her face. Her vision blurred as she saw the Kings big boots take slow steps towards her.