The Second Level

Chapter Twenty Eight-Edina

My eyes blinked open. I was sitting in a hard backed chair, but I couldn't remember how I had gotten there. I must have been put there while I was unconscious. My hands and feet were still tied, so I couldn't run. In front of me was a wood desk and behind the desk sat an Indian girl around seventeen. She wore a gray shirt and black leggings and had wavy black hair that was pulled into a low pony tail and black eyes. 

"Hello," she said.

"Who are you?" I spat back.

"The Mexican." The girl spoke calmly, which made me want to punch her in the face even more. 

"Is that your real name?"

"No."

"Then what is your real name?"

"That is none of your business."

"Well, I want to know."

"Pity."

"Just tell me," I growled. I was annoyed. Annoyed with being taken advantage of. Annoyed with people like the Mexican, whoever she was, not telling me anything. "Or, so help you God, I will hurt you."

"You really aren't at much of a position to argue with me."

"I don't care. I want answers."

"Maybe you would get some if you shut up and let me speak." 

"Maybe I would care if you hadn't kidnapped me."

"One more obnoxious word and I gag you." The Mexican leaned forward, her elbows on the desk. "Understood?"

"Bit of advice: don't kidnap someone and then expect them to be nice to you." I knew that it was stupid to push her, but I couldn't help myself. 

"Guards!"

"No! Wait! I'll shut up... If you give me answers."

A man had appeared in the doorway, but the Mexican shooed him away. "I'll only give you answers if you are silent," she said after the guard walked away. I shifted in my seat. She watched me for a moment. 

"I'm silent. Now can I have some answers. Please."

"Just so you know, silent does not involve talking."

"I wasn't talking."

"Yes, you were." I scowled but didn't say anything else. The only sound was the air conditioning and me moving around in my seat.

"Thank you," the Mexican said. I really wanted to learn her name. "You want to know who we are, correct."

"No," I replied sarcastically. "I just asked all those times because I don't care."

"I'm going to push you out this window," she sighed.

"Thanks, I'm really feeling the love," I dryly said.

"I'm going to ignore that. A bit of advice, though, don't be a sarcastic little shit all the time."

"But sarcastic shit-ness is my favorite personality. Also, I'm really feeling the love again. Can we just get on with this?"

"I've been trying to do that for the last five minutes. How much do you know about us?"

"Only that you enjoy kidnapping people." The Mexican scowled at me again and squeezed her hands into fists. I was clearly making her mad, and I was kind of enjoying it. 

"Again, I will gag you." I didn't say anything and she continued. "Anyways, I want to recruit you to our little organization. Basically, we don't see either side in the conflict that you were fighting in as correct. The Lynches were jerks to the Fairies by planning a massacre and the Fairies were jerks first by not paying for the Crown. Our goal is to help both sides see the light and stop fighting."