One Mystery One Life

chapter fourty eight

Alex P.O.V.

I groaned and opened my eyes after I was sure she left. It was hard to stay awake because of that weird needle she pierced my neck with. But I decided to sleep either way, for what I have found out; by barely staying alive, she took a right turn and that means 'trap'. Yes! There are trap lying everywhere in this house and you will actually not realize that this is an underground hideout, if that's what it is. Every tunnel has it's own trap and same with the rooms. This one too but it is not visible. I still tend to remember every path here and it's easy to believe me. How? 'cuz it's a silly little game. Every turn has a logic to it if that makes sense to you. To me it honestly does a lot.

I groaned and within a few seconds I am out.

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This is the least desirable thing, waking up and having a heavy head. It hurts, I wince in pain as I move my neck. It's stuck and now it hurts. Just for how much time have I slept, I questioned myself pushing the covers off me. Instead of getting on my feet I deliberately fall out of the bed and land on my fingers on foot and hands. That's how I like to get out of the bed. I know that sounds lazy but getting up from the ground and having a mini exercise like this can be real healthy. It puts me in an active mood.

I get up and stretch. So, she really decided to ditch me and run herself some errands. I got out of the room and made sure I don't choose the the right cut. I shove out my glasses the real one those doesn't display illusions. I grin to myself on how clever I am. I am in a good mode right now after all the Chase guy isn't supposed to be here and the girl is not there and I can finally go do something myself rather than sit around weaning. I don't really do that but I don't do anything either. I feel like that part of the movie who doesn't do anything and is the main character, how lame. Honestly saying 'I hate characters like this and I am being one myself.'

I walked down the path with my path set that, when I get out I am doing something. But what? I ask myself feeling a little confused and then an idea plopped into my mind that I was first going to train. I mean I am an expert in an unnamed martial arts. It's just basically that I learnt different fighting styles and some of different arts. Like karate, jeet-kon-do and kung-fu. And second I am going to eat and then again train and then shower. The training will be like two hours so I will be able to wrap things up in just a few two hours and thirty minutes.

I sighed and walked up a path, in this hideout there are no stairs but instead slanting paths which help us on going up and down. Tiring isn't it.

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I practiced a karate kick and a few more moves and strategies. I also refreshed my skills of lock picking, pick pocketing and some other things like escaping from handcuffs and all.

So, it wasn't like all these days I was sitting around doing nothing. I do have muscles but not too much. But I guess I lost some in these last few days.

I grabbed a towel and went straight into the shower and began stripping off. I looked at my coat and pulled out a tiny mobile, yes this is a tracker. I put the transmitter on Jack and Rebecca and guess what, it ran out of battery. Funny right, but still I wouldn't take children out in the forest to have them get lost.

I put it on the plug fitted in the wall and again reached out in my coat's pocket. I touched something like a paper; with a moisture of a paper. I took it out to find a not. I didn't remember putting it there. On it was written something with small writing.

In Elian script that is. I learnt it when I was small. I wonder how she knows that I know. But that's besides the point, reading that note makes me feel good. Butterflies dances in my stomach and I shivered. This is going to be a long long day. If you are wondering I am going to sleep after the two or unpredicted four hours training, no I am not. And I can do that, 'cuz I have insomnia and did sleep due to what the women injected in me. I suspect she's something like forty two or something because she casually called my mom by using her name 'Anaya'. So, it leads me to think that she is big and some other aspects make me think that she is quite bigger than my mom. Can be fifty nine or something but that makes her too big for such type of a thing and she would have died in that prison type room. I took mental note to myself to see what she saw in that room, because I saw her shouting 'Annie, Annie' all over again and a few more things. I guess her sentence was 'see I told you Annie' and it tends to be very confusing. When I didn't reach there, just at the door she was shouting 'mom' simultaneously, it was like calling her back. She must be big.