Agent BlueBird

Chapter 23-The Siren

Hey! Okay so, last time Kyan was taken by Dasha and he asked her what she plans to do with him. Finally you will find out!
-Riftwielder

"I want to lure you're little friends out, interrogate them and then deliver a message to them." She moves toward him, almost cat-like and sits on his lap. She wraps her left arm around his neck and he tries to pull away.

"Okay... What makes that so strange?" He asks, trying to distract her.

"I don't like to let my victims free after I've given them a message," she says as she stands up fro his lap.

"Why would you do it that way now?"

"I asked that same question. You see the person I work for, permanently, asked me to do it that way. Personally I think my way is better." She pulls out a knife and puts it next to his face. He freezes and she smiles at him sweetly. She then turns around slowly and in doing so, slightly cuts his face. He grunts in pain and glares at her.

"Why do you want to torture them? What possible information could they have that you would want to do something like that to them?"

"You are hardly in the position to ask questions like that," she says as she fiddles around with her torture tools.

"If you wanted to interrogate them, why didn't you do it before you tried to blow us up?" He continues defiantly.

"Because I hadn't gotten my instructions yet. Now please, shut up!" Kyan was taken back by her outburst and froze for a while. A while later he tries to use his powers but he is incapable. He tries again and grunts at his failure.

"You can't use your powers. I injected you with a serum that takes it away. Temporarily of course. A great discovery my colleagues made."

"Colleagues?" Kyan thinks to himself.

"You wouldn't understand. The person I really want is your little girlfriend. Rebecca, is it?"

"Whoa! She is not my girlfriend," Kyan protests immediately. "I mean she isn't that bad and I guess I may have sort of considered it-" he starts rambling nervously.

"Oh please! I don't want to hear about your relationship problems. In fact I don't want to hear anything at all anymore. So why don't you keep those gorgeous lips sealed for me. Like I asked, okay?" She asks in a flirtatious tone. To his own surprise he does what she says and no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to get his mouth open.

"She must be like a siren," he thinks to himself with distain and amazement.

***

Rebecca and her parents finally arrive at the subway. They are on high alert in case anything moves or jumps at them. There is no knowing where Dasha might be and what she will do if she finds them. They walk slowly in the dimly lit room. The only lights are the light entering from the stairway and a few lights in the far distance. As they walk, Rebecca spots movement further away out of the corner of her eye.

She separates from the group and goes to investigate, impatience taking over her judgement. An arm wraps around her neck and pulls her abruptly against the person's chest. Rebecca can feel a cold object being held against her neck. From the feeling of the shape against her skin she knows it is a knife and fear creeps into her heart.

"So glad you could make it," the deep voice says jokingly. Rebecca is pushed forward and has to start walking.

"Were are you taking me?"

"That's need to know."

"Why are you doing this?" Her voice is shaking and her breaths are ragged but she tries to control them because each time she breathes too heavily she feels the blade brush her throat.