The Target

Chapter 2

A few hours later

I blinked rapidly, confused. A headache like no other plagued me. Then I remembered.

No, no, no, no.

A bright light hung above me, blinding me. I gulped and straightened. My hands were tied to the armrests of a chair but my legs were free. I shuddered and my mind raced with panic.

Why me?

There were no windows and only one metal door right in front of me. And a camera in the corner.

My heart was beating fast and my breathing was laboured.

Footsteps. Coming closer. Shit. The ropes were tight, almost too tight. Almost. I pulled hard, and my hand ripped out with rope burn along my wrists. But the pain was dampened by adrenalin. I dug my fingernails into the rope of my other hand. I got the knot loose slipped it off, and let it fall to the floor.

Okay, I got this far.

My fingers twitched. The footsteps were gone, but I wasn't safe yet. My eyes landed on the camera.

I could probably bash someone's head-in with that. A little red light was blinking. It was a recording. I flipped whoever was watching off and started messing with the cables underneath. I could barely reach up enough to get to them.

Oh just do it, you coward!

I ripped the hole box out of the socket.

Huh, it's lighter than I expected.

It'll do.

I must have missed the footsteps because keys clattered in the lock. I counted two voices.

Could I take two people?

No. Not a chance I'll be lucky if I get done with one.

I quickly took the rope off the chair and stuck it in my pocket. The door opened.

"Holy. f**k. Sh*t." I breathed curses and banket into the corner. The doorknob hit the wall with a clank.

"You sure act like a Fox with rabies, don't you?" It was the guy that kidnapped me. The girl called him... Hawk? What kind of name is that?

"Rather rabies than pedophilia. Where am I?" I hissed and gripped the camera harder.

"Wow, she sure has spirit." Another voice said from behind the chuckling man.

Spirit? I don't even care anymore.

"Well, I'm the one who's gonna be sitting in my therapist's office crying about where the bad people touched me," I grunted and eyed the exit.

"We do not want to hurt you."

"I ain't buyin' it." I huffed with my back against the wall.

"Can't we just drag her there?" The man - Hawk?- asked whoever stood behind him.

"They want her to be willing, for now."

"No." I smiled a fake cheesy smile.

"So if I could just leave now that would be nice."

"You're surely talking a lot for someone who got their ass kicked this morning."

"First of all, it was my stomach, and second, go f**k yourself." I pried the top of the camera off and glanced down for something sharp.

The man ripped it from my hands before I found something.

"Just sit-" He shoved me in the chair and the air rushed out of me.

"I am sat." I raised my hands; he didn't seem to have any weapons on him. Or things I could steal.

"Why are you so annoying?"

"Would you rather have me balling at your feet again? It's called a coping mechanism. "

He raised his brows at me, his dark wavy hair falling around his still half-masked face and tanned skin.

"Look it up, it shows when something traumatic happens."

The other person stepped into my view as the man stood behind me. She had green dyed hair tied into a bun and green eyes peeking out above their half facemasks.

"This is Siren and I am Hawk." I opened my mouth and closed it again with raised eyebrows.

"Well, umm, good morning? Or evening I was knocked out a while." I grumbled.

"Okay, honey, we need you to come with us our boss wants to meet you, okay?"

"And what does he want? Like... " I gestured to my old stitched-up clothes and knotted hair

"Unless you're from some underground mafia stuff or I doubt you want me at your fancy tea party."

"He wants to meet you, honey, for now, nothing more."

"And then you psychos will let me go?" She looked to Hawk. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Fine."

She nodded and waved to stand. The man gripped my elbow in case I tried to bolt.

"You're a sucker for sweet-talking, rabies, arent you?" He whispered down at me.

"Trying to get away from the pet names but it seems I'm at the wrong address with you. So back off before I make you." I whispered back more hostile than he was and tried to pull my elbow out of his hand.

"You twelve, you won't do shit." He laughed

"I'll show you what shit I can do, Sky-rat." I murmured knowing to fill well I'm all bark no bite.

Well, I'm gonna die anyway. I may have some fun running my mouth on psychos.

Siren walked a few feet in front of us.

"So what's your real name?" I asked 'Hawk,' creating a diversion from me, sneaking a hand into his back pocket.

"Classified, I'm afraid."

"What's 'G.H.'?" I had his ID in my left hand.

"You'll find out soon enough." He said with a smirk playing along his face, his eyes narrowed, as he tucked his ID card back into his pocket.

"Never say that again. Or I'll just die on the spot thank you very much."

"But, like for someone named 'Hawk,' you don't seem to be very good at noticing details." I had his ID back in my hand and looked up at him.

"I was told that you're a natural." He took the ID again but put it into the inner pocket of his suit vest.

"I figured you guys are shady enough for me to open my cards, you don't seem surprised."

We were in a Warehouse, or it looked like it. We walked up a set of stairs, and another hallway appeared.

Siren pushed a set of double doors open and stepped inside.

"my advice is; don't give them too much of your..." he used his free hand to gesture to all of me.

"Well, thank ill just go hide under my bed now. Oh no, wait, you stalked me." I said, unamused.

He patted my shoulder as we waited.

"So like-" He smacked the top of my head. "Shush." I rolled my eyes.

Siren stepped out and nodded at Hawk to go in.

Lets see these assholes.