Hidden Mysteries

Thomas

For two weeks I'm stuck in the cell, completely cut off from the world. I can't speak to Teresa. I can get no information from the guards that take me to the bathroom and bring me small amounts of food and water twice a day. The cell is dark. The walls are scratched with writing, words I can't quite make out. It's nothing like the prison WICKED held me in after the trials.

When we first descended into the headquarters of this mysterious company, nothing happened. We walked for an hour and a half exactly. That was when we were surrounded. Men in thick black uniforms, holding large transvices. One shot and we'd be nothing more than a pile of ashes. They took us. They brought us all to separate cells. They have never said a word.

All the men there are the same. Same hight. They look exactly the same. No differences. They are clones. Trained well. They never speak. Their movements are so robotic, sometimes I wonder if they are even humans.

And then, finally, after two agonizingly long weeks of unsuccessfully demanding answers from the guards and trying to communicate with Teresa, I'm escorted to a large room where I'm handcuffed to a chair. Everyone is brought in at the same time. Teresa, still on crutches, is shoved forward. She manages to stay upright, and tries to swipe at her guard with a crutch, but they are too fast. She is surrounded faster than I can blink. The guards have moved faster than it is humanly possible to move.

Teresa is surprisingly strong for someone with an injury like her. She puts up a good fight before the guards manage to wrestle her into her seat. And then a man steps up. He is dressed in a black suit, not even a tiny crease in it. He has a small black box in his hand, about fifteen centimetres long, five centimetres wide and five centimetres high.

"Welcome, my guests." his voice is quiet, almost a whisper, but he could be screaming in my ear. But if you heard him, you would never guess he was a bad person. He looked like the kind of person that would make an effort to be kind to random strangers.

And that's when I realize we're missing Frypan and Beth.

"Now, as you have happened to stumble upon my company's headquarters, I would like to know exactly how you got here, and why you are here. I will be interrogating you separately, and believe me, I will be able to find out if you are lying. And the result will not be nice." He's silent for a minute, just staring at each of us. I feel so strange, having someone just stand there and glare at me. Then, finally, he speaks again.

"I shall start with you, Ms. Agnes."

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