Unstoppable: Revitalized

-14-

"Hide me, or I scream." I whispered to her. I didn't even get a response as someone knocked two times before making a peace sign through the door, eyes peering through. She moved remarkably fast: Guiding me to a corner before moving away, her voice in front of me.

"Walk forwards, and don't make a sound." She said, her presence drifting towards the door. I stepped forward, and immediately felt cramped. I put my hands out to the side, and felt aged oak, wooden bristles moving against my hands, threatening to splinter. I reached out, feeling around, and pulled something towards me, feeling it clack against whatever I was in. Realising it was a door, I scrambled around to shut the other one, feeling it click in just as the door opened. I still couldn't see a damn thing, the darkness so opaque I couldn't make out a thing, a blanket covering me. The door opened, a few thin sheens of light poking through as someone stepped in, not saying a word. I could feel the power dynamic shift once again, this new person controlling both the mood and conversation. The door shut, the gloom encasing us all.

"It's good to see you again." Another new British accent emanated from the darkness "Let me just get the light, and we'll talk."

I heard a few steps, before another flick, and the room suddenly buzzed to life, a few lights above blinking before fully coming to life, letting me examine the room in full: Cylinder shaped, fluorescent lights that provided full coverage buzzed away, illuminating the entirely of the small room, the light feeling harsh against my eyes after the juxtaposed darkness. I was in the edge of the room, concealed in a cupboard with small slits, giving me full view. Near me sat bookshelves, lined with various objects, beakers, measuring scales and weights, and so much more. In the centre of the room laid a table, a bland, unremarkable rug atop it, proudly displaying mounds and mounds of white powder, a mountain of fine particles taking centre stage.

I'm pretty sure that's not sugar.

It glittered in the light, capturing my full attention, before listening back in.

"How's our business?" The newer voice, who I could now fully see, had nothing out of the ordinary: Both dressed in the classic school uniform of a shirt, blazer, and skirts. Yet the newer girl had brunette hair, whilst the one who held a knife up to me had blonde, both curled. I couldn't see faces, as one stood in front of the other, back turned to where I was as if to block out my hiding spot.

"It's as good as can be, but our people have reported back that a new dealer has appeared in Old Town, selling cheaper and better product." The blonde one crossed their arms, keeping her attention fully on the other.

"Ah. I see. Simple solution: Call Callum, get him down there. He'll fix this for us. After that? We'll take their product or find their seller and.. convince them to change to us. Or, even better, send Oscar. He's a lot more, well... forward. See to it, as soon as possible." The brunette circled the table, seeming to note every detail visible as she made her way towards the back, out of my sight.

Who's Oscar?

"Say, darling, have you ever seen me use this?"

"No, never. I've never even really noticed it, to be honest. I come in here to bag this up, not stare at things." I could hear a quiver in the brunette's voice, her shakiness clearly not intentional.

"A very good response, Charlotte-"

The blonde one's Charlotte. Bingo

"But, I'll let you in on a little secret, between you and me?" I saw her come back into frame, a sword, seemingly rusted in an amber-yellow colour, now my complete focus.

"No one has seen me use this, and lived to tell the tale. It's a... Final judgement, I suppose. If someone is a little too useless, or fails a big job? Well..." She mockingly slashed in front of her, causing Charlotte to jump back.

"Poppy, your scaring me. I haven't done anything."

Okay, and the other's called Poppy. Two for two, now let's just get out of here.

"Oh, honey, it's not you who should be scared..." Poppy's eyes trailed down from Charlotte's eyes, all the way to the very cupboard I was in, focusing on my irises as her voice filled with spite.

"It's you."

I stumbled out of the cupboard, hitting the floor as I picked myself up, raising my hands to show I was surrendering. Poppy's face didn't even attempt to hide the fury visible as she looked me up and down, her sword the one thing I could focus on.

"This is Adam. He- well- he- look, I-"  Charlotte stumbled over her words, causing Poppy to focus back on her, disappointment visible on her face.

"I'll deal with you later. Adam, you say?" Her pitch rose as she took a few steps towards me, leaving a short distance between us. "You mean, the Adam that Callum's currently searching for?"

"Y-y-yes, I- um, I think so." Charlotte mumbled as Poppy cracked a smile, raising her blade.

"Then I'll take your corpse back. Charlotte, darling, step outside and call Callum. Oh, and lock the door. I'll knock when I'm finished."

Showing no visible resistance, she walked, straight faced, towards the door, calmly opening and closing it, a small click heard at the end. Poppy took a deep sigh, her hands still and calm, the sword a mere meter away from me.

"And, just like that, we're alone. I expect better from my employee's, but holding someone Callum wants? Not what I expected. I don't even understand why she held you, the room's soundproof. Hell, not just that: it's bomb-proof, flood-proof, fireproof, everything-proof."

"Look. Let me go. I'll forget I ever saw you. I'll walk to Callum myself, you can even take me to him." I shook fiercely, unable to fight against myself as she laughed, her face never leaving mine.

"Oh, don't worry about that sweetheart. Callum will come here, where he'll find your body. Just do me one favor" She swung the sword cleanly in front of herself, the air parting smoothly against the sharp blade.

"Stay still and die for me, alright?"