The Enders

Chapter 5

               I open my eyes to a pitch-black room, swaying, and a feeling of sea-sickness, all things I don't like. When I feel the pain in my arm, I lose it. I begin to freak out, wondering if I should sit up, or if it would hurt my arm even more. Then I feel the restraints and realize that I can't even sit up if I try.

               I tug at them just to see if they would break, like they normally do in movies, but, of course, they didn't break. No matter how freaky and fictional life may seem at times, it is not a movie.

               I panic as the restraints seem to tighten around my wrists, forearms, chest, and legs. As I try to breathe as deeply and as calmly as humanly possible, I hear a click, and then a voice I recognize.

               " So, I see that you're awake, child of mine," A voice says over an intercom thing. He seems to be flipping through papers when he speaks again in that baritone voice of his, saying " You should close your eyes, sweetheart."

               Of course, out of the stubbornness of my heart, I keep my eyes open. I'm not just going to say   ' Well, of course! I would love to do whatever you say, oh one who kidnapped me! Yes sir, father sir!' 

               Ha. You should've known that by now, Dad.

              " Well, I don't control you, honey. I'm turning on the lights."

               The lights flick on, practically burning my eyes into a crisp, all while the people talking into the intercom thingy laugh and push each other out of chairs. The reason I can tell is because, when my eyes adjusted, the intercom thing is a glass wall in front of me.

               I look down my legs and into the glass. My father sits in front, next to the big man and another man that I don't recognize. He smiles at me and waves, his Tuesday orange eyes shinning.

               " Where am I?" I ask, trying to put on my best poker face, which is virtually impossible to read when I do it right. I obviously don't do it right.

               Father laughs with the people next to him, looking to the sides, standing up and smiling as he rights his fallen chair, then pokes a little green button in front of him.

               " Um, we're in the middle of nowhere. You're in a transport truck. This is being broadcasted to you live from," He pauses, looking at his buddies next to him, seeming to ask permission for something. The men nod, then blankly stare back at me again. " Arizona!!!" He finishes, smiling wildly at the camera, or screen or whatever is taking the video.

                " Were's Sao?" I demand, taking a good look around the room as I say it. The room, or cargo truck, isn't very big. It's only the size of this concrete slab that I'm attached to. Its only big enough for me and this rock, I don't know why I thought Father was really here. The walls are bright white, explaining why I was blinded when he turned on the lights. That's about it. Nothing else is on the walls. 'Kinda bland,' I think as I hear the click of the mic.

               " He's in the transport van with you, Nikki," The big man says, staring me down. " As you are wondering, my name is Sandstone, Dedrick Sandstone. And I think that its about time for you to enjoy your journey in peace."

               He presses a button and the screen goes black. The room goes black, too and I feel a prick in my thigh.

               And so I am asleep.

               Again.