A Walk

Secrets and Tomatoes

I wake from my somnum flower slumber only to find I am blind anyway. The light is still shined on me efficiently taking my sense of sight. A groan escapes my lips when I try to move. Everything is heavy.....everything is sore, but you are still you. I sigh in relief.

My victory is short-lived however because a voice starts to whisper in my ear, bringing me back to my harsh reality, "The pretty thing that bites has woken up. Want to try that again, you just might manage to get yourself killed..." the smug whispers turn into a chuckle that makes goosebumps appear on my skin. I jerk away from it. "Don't you worry your pretty head not gonna hurt ya yet..." another chuckle. 

I sense my captor get up and walk away and hear the others strike up conversation. Who are these men? You need to get away now..... get away get away get away.... An escape plan eludes me and I collapse back on the ground in defeat. You're not tied up, but why is it so hard to move??? The question circles in my head. I try and lift my right arm and find it to weigh what seems to be a thousands of pounds. Well that's not normal. Without my eyes I'm limited in my investigation, but using my fingers I feel along my arm....bingo. There's a needle. They're drugging me. Keeping the dosage just enough so that I can't fight back. The arm I was using to find the needle drops in exhaustion from use. Every little movement is draining me. Whatever it is....It's fufilling its purpose to the max.

Laying on my back I watch the colors and shapes dance across my eyes from the light. To them I suppose I look like I'm sleeping, but in reality I'm eavesdropping. 

I give them nicknames after listening to all of them. There are five to my best estimate not just three.

Creepy guy, the one that I burned, begins to speak out among the kidnappers, "She not one of them Welfen. It was their cart, but not the two we were after."

Snake, who has a tendency to hiss after every "s"  replies, "Whatever she issssss, I don't like it. Ssssssmellsss like trouble to me. I vote to ditch the freak of nature."

The whole group starts rambling after that comment. So many voices at once I can't make anything out. Then Big Guy, the one with the deepest voice, booms out, " Quiet down. She'll hear," he lowers his voice to a muttering, "We can't ditch what we don't know about." The rest chime in their agreement.

The fourth who I've named Mouse because of his shaky voice makes a comment so quiet I can barely hear it, "A witch all the the the s-s-same, that- that's w-w-what she isss. She- she- nearly burned Griz to to to a- a crisp-p-p." 

All the men laugh at this and Creepy Guy, who's voice is filled with contempt turns on poor Mouse, "What, you scared of that tiny thing. She only stung me. Still took her down didn't we. Not much of a witch if she is one."

They laugh again and I hear their hands slap at each others backs. Mouse whimpers at being the butt of their joke and stabs of sympathy run through me at the poor man. Being the little guy must not be easy with this group. Better snuff out those thoughts, these are your enemies.

The group has quieted again to almost whispers as they discuss more serious matters. I only hear bits and pieces of it.

Avarett.......big man..........sell her........kill.......who is she......interrogate......Welfen clan....magic....

And the the fifth who has been very quiet finally chimes in, and at the sound of his voice a chill settles over me. I know that voice......My mind flashes back in an effort to prove its point that I know the identity of man number five...

Issac and I were playing in the living room, Building card towers. We kept blowing them over while we talked. I got so frustrated a heat burst ran though me, and at the time  I was so young I couldn't control it, so the cards quickly burst into flame. Issac was so scared, he fainted. I called for his parents. The sight of him unconscious had cooled me down. His dad thundered into the room. He was a menacing man. He was a mercenary and was very familiar with killing. Tall, dark, with a face that spoke of many years of hard work and disappointment. He was the picture of a thunderstorm and in that moment I was in the eye of it. As he stamped out the dying flames from my heat burst he turns to me and roars, "Did you do this? Are you one of them?" I sputter in confusion backing away from him. He grabs my shoulders and shakes me and screams again, "You are.You're one of those magics. You're evil. You are sadistic....go back to the hell nest with the rest of your good for nothing family. Don't ever try to step foot back here, I'll kill you before you kill us.....you're a murderer. Born and raised to kill. And my son's next." Shaking I struggled out of his grasp and ran and ran...... his words chasing me all the way home. I never went back to Issac's when his dad was there. I believed his promise of murder. Issac never knew this and I never told him. He was already terrified of what his dad went out and did to put food on the table. It was my secret, and his dad's who I had hoped to never see again......