Clandestine

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Sage

Drip. Drip. Drip.

"Let me talk to her first." A voice whispers in my ear.

"I'm sure she'll be glad to see you." Another whisper in my ear.

Drip.

"I can get through to her." Another whisper.

I know those voices though. I know I do. But they're so far away. I'm just drifting farther but closer. My head swims trying to get some kind of grounding.

I can't see. Which has to mean I'm in the in between state of sleeping and waking.

Drip.

I don't like where this dream is heading though. I have a bad feeling this is going to be a horrible nightmare. 

My breathing seems to pick up, I can hear it. But I can't move. 

I just need to wake myself up and I'll be dragged from this hell.

Drip.

"Good luck brother. I don't give you ten minutes before we have to step in." 

Drip. Drip.

I ignore the voices, too annoyed by the damn dripping. I need to wake up. Why can't I see anything? Why would my brain taunt me with their voices?

I just need to focus on something else. It's possible to change your dreams. Right? I remember Sam telling me something about it.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Metal shifts, jolting my eyes open.

Except I still couldn't see. I straighten my neck and hiss in pain. How long have I been slumped over like this?

The air is too thick in here, every breath feeling like my lungs couldn't get enough. I cough, trying to loosen my chest. But it does no good.

Every bone in my body was too stiff as I push against the hard floor so I could sit up. I reach up, ripping the fabric that was used as a blindfold off my eyes and press myself into the wall behind me as if I could fade into it. My eyes fall to the cold metal around both my wrists. Each attached with a chain bolted to the wall beside my head.

They gave me enough room to move around if I wanted, but I won't be able to reach the door. There isn't even a window. I'm in a concrete box. My stomach turns as memories of the day with Lucinda rush through my mind.   

At the wall across the room was a table, sink, and a cooler. The objects on the table tell me that no one eats here... And the cooler...

I'm going to die.

Cyrus gives me a smile, and I couldn't stop the chill that runs down my spine.

Drip. Drip.

"Well that annoying." Cyrus sigh's turning the handle on the sink.

The dripping stops and for some reason I miss it. The silence that follows is way worse.

He spins, his eyes going soft, "Hey." His gentle voice causes all the hair on my arms to rise.

This is a dream.

"What's. Going. On." I say each word loud and clear for him.

This isn't happening. Cyrus would never betray me like this. He would never just hand me over to Felix. This is just a dream, like the nightmare I had the other day...