I stood in the center of the room, not knowing what would happen next. It was dark, pitch black. And I couldn't see what was in front of me. Suddenly, I felt a clamp around my neck, and I reached for my throat as pressure was applied to it.
I fell on my knees, and once I felt it some more, I realized it was a catch pole. I would have scoffed in disgust if I could breath throughly. My face was shoved in the ground and I felt my legs being flattened down. I was patted down, and finally lifted back up and forced out into a dark - what felt like - hallways. I was walked straight until yanked into another room. Someone pulled my hands behind my back and obviously hand cuffed me, while I was forced into sitting in a chair. Unexpectedly, the lights bursted on and I realized I was in an interrogation room. I looked around, and blinked heavily to adjust my eyes to the change in brightness. Everything seemed blurry and I felt the clamp around my throat release. A heavy seeming iron door silently swung open in the far end of the rather large room, and a man with a noticeably long beard came over. He had large glasses and wore a brown elbow - patched suit. He was older, about 60, and had a clipboard.
He sat across from me, and I heard the swerve of the security cameras follow him all the way to his chair.
He crossed his leg in a professional manner and rested the clipboard on his crossed leg. He cleared his throat and his eye contact was undeniable.
"Stephanie is it?" He asked with a thick British accent.
I didn't respond, but just stared.
"So Stephanie, I'm going to ask you a series of questions." He said flipping through pages on his clipboard.
He cleared his throat for longer than necessary.
"How old are you?"
I sighed.
"How old are you." he repeated sternly.
"Fifteen"
He checked his paper, and looked back up.
"What is your name?"
"Stephanie Jade Northe."
He paused, seeming to reread the question.
"Who are your parents?"
I swallowed in shock, that they would ask this question.
I stood up, but felt a hand on my shoulder and sat back down.
"Are you shitting me?" I asked, my head staring at the table in front of me.
"No, Miss. Northe I am not 'shitting' you." He replied.
My head shot up and I stared straight into his soul.
"Go fuck yourself." I said through gritted teeth. He instantly stood up and walked out the door, clipboard in hand. The same hand gripped my shoulder and threw me in front of them, and forced me to walk back out the door. I stopped. I didn't even know it, but I stopped right in front of the man pushing me. He gave me a slight push, but I didn't budge. "Get moving." He said sternly as he gave my a firmer shove. I didn't move. I felt my face in a twisted frown, and before he went for another push, I took the opportunity of his loose grip and slipped out of his grasp. "You little bitch!" He yelled, swinging for me. My handcuffs were still on, and I didn't know where I was. Before I could run, he grabbed my arms again.
"Don't you dare do that again! You hear me?!" He yelled inches away from my face.
He looked around him, it was empty.
"Do you want to die?" He said, it wasn't threatening, it was a warning.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Because if they find out you made an escape, that's what they'll do to you." He said backing away from my face.
I was taken aback, and I walked back to where he led me, which was the lonely cell block that I now called home. I couldn't manage to get out of the suit they made me wear, so I plopped down on my bed. The large garage door was locked, and the room was dim. I laid back and stared at the ceiling like I did with my old bed.
Why did he ask about my parents?
Did he know? Was he involved?
So many questions. No answers.
And it was eating me alive. Sooner than I realized, I was out cold.
***
I awoke, and checked the digital clock by my bed. It read 6:00 and then I heard the blaring alarm go off. A small white flash went throughout my room, and I sat up. I looked around for a source, but it was just my entire room. The door swung open and a bodyguard reached for me. I was too exhausted to stop them, so I allowed them to drag me out. I was brought into what looked like a surgical room, laid out on a table, and people around me took out needles and tweezers and went about poking at my face. I was utterly confused, and tried to sit up, only to find that I as tied down. People came in with makeup and hairbrushes and shavers and lotion and began pampering me. My eyebrows were tweeted and foundation was smothered all over my face, professionally of course. Someone began attaching eyelash extensions and lining my lips. Someone came up soon after this was over, and cleaned my teeth. Just like the dentist used to. Once finished, after about thirty minutes, I was walked out, completely naked, to a shower area. They handcuffed me to a wall, and hosed me down like cattle. After I was cleaned, I was brought into another room where a woman fit me into the same black tight suit I was wearing before. I assumed I'd be training again, today. Finally, I was escorted into a long hallway, and walked down into the same training room, my hair smelling fresh, and my makeup beautifully lined. I waited in darkness, as I had before.
Finally, after waiting, the doors opened again. Two girls walked in.
Wearing the same thing as me.
One was blonde, with hair that was tied in a ponytail and barely reached the shoulder blades. The other, a bit taller. She was gorgeous, with long flat ironed brunette hair and brown hazel eyes. They walked up to me.
"Stephanie?"
How did everyone know my name?
"Yeah." I agreed.
"Tabitha." The brunette one said, extending a gorgeously petite hand with perfectly white painted fingernails. I reached out and firmly shook her hand.
"This is Sabrina" she said motioning to the blonde with her. She seemed much more peppy and went for a hug instead. I awkwardly hugged back.
"It's so nice to finally meet you!" She said.
"Yeah. So what's going on?" I said, refraining from asking about Beau, who I desperately wanted to see again.
"You haven't heard?" Tabitha said drawing a machete from a holster on her perfectly sized hips, and brandishing it in her hands.
"No. I haven't heard anything. Nobody tells me shit." I said with a bit of a bite.
"We're your partners." Tabitha said with a devilish smirk.
"You're what?" I asked.
Before she could answer, Beau walked in, looking rushed and alert.
"You three. Let's go. Now. Plane leaves in ten." The two girls glanced at me before following him through the door in which I'd never been.
Once I caught up, Sabrina gently nudged me with her elbow.
"Ready for your first mission?"
