Endless

Chapter 4

I felt my head being lowered onto the grass and heard heavy footsteps going in the direction of the open door. I barely had time to worry about Em before unconsciousness took me in its not so gentle arms.

"Ughh." I groaned as I sat up. I had a killer headache, and it felt and tasted like I had just eaten a tire. Not a little bike tire either, one of those huge tires that are used on monster trucks. Once I had succeeded in sitting up in a semi-upright position, I attempted to stand and start walking. I had to find Em. Unfortunately, I didn't get far before I fell over. Stupid drugs.

I took the opportunity to look around at my surroundings. I was laying on a cool, metal surface that I was pretty sure was steel. The walls were made of the same material, as well as the door. There weren't any windows, and I could barely tell where the door was. I wouldn't have been able to see it at all if it wasn't for the seams, as if someone hadn't closed it all of the way. There didn't seem to be any light fixtures either, though the, I assumed it was a cell, was very brightly lit. Luckily for me, my eyes adjusted fairly quickly. Unfortunately, my brain refused to do the same.

I had no recollection of how I got there, the last thing I remembered was eating macaroni and cheese, though I had a strange feeling of urgency, as if Em was in danger. I saw no reason why he would be in danger, I was the one in a cell after all, but the feeling wouldn't leave me, or let me sit still. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, and I started to work on opening the door. I wonder why someone would have left it cracked open in the first place. The room is obviously meant to be some sort of cell, so why give your prisoner a chance to escape unnoticed? Unless there were guards stationed outside the door. That could make escape more complicated. It still wouldn't have made it difficult. The guards always think they're better than they actually are, and if that wasn't bad enough they also underestimate me, which makes beating them very easy. After what felt like a lifetime of struggling to widen the opening, I finally managed to get it wide enough to get my fingers through. I pulled on the door until I could just barely squeeze through.

Instantly I wished I had been more cautious. The lights were dimmer than the lighting in the cell. While my eyes were still adjusting, someone swept my legs out from under me. I landed on my back, knocking the wind out of me. Someone slightly heavy sat on my stomach, effectively trapping me on the ground and restricted my already limited air supply. I could have gotten the upper hand, but I was still attempting to catch my breath. By this time my eyes adjusted and I recognized the sneer looming above me, one I had hoped never to see again.

"Hello Ryver" He gave me a real smile, not a sneer, something I thought he had forgotten how to do.

"Hey, Calanthe, long time no see!" If anyone else had said that it would have sounded friendly but coming from his mouth it sounder malicious and evil. "I would shake your hand or something, but I got orders, and I can't let you up. Sorry sweetheart." He knows I hate that "nickname" yet he refuses to stop using it. I snorted.

"Like you'd ever willingly shake my hand." He nodded his head towards me, acknowledging the truth in my words.

"True. Orange ya gonna ask why I called you Calanthe?" I sighed. I'm pretty sure that it's impossible for Ryver to say aren't. I honestly didn't want to know his reasons, but I went with it anyways, knowing he wouldn't let it go until I did.

"Okay why?" My voice was flat, emotionless. I was hoping he'd pick up on that and drop the subject, even though I knew he wouldn't.

"Cause that's your name, idiot" That surprised me. I must have made a face, as Ryver started laughing.

"My name is Ravina." I stated dumbly. Why would I have a different name? Like I told Em earlier, my birth parents didn't keep me long enough to name me. My name is most definitely Ravina.