Snatched

Ch.19. Russian Into Troubles

"So what are we going to say?" I ask.
"Everything and nothing, did anyone tell you her ability?" He responds, I nod, "So we have to say small truths, and small lies, otherwise it won't be believable. I think I'm just going to make it up on the spot."
"Wait... Why do we need to get past her? I didn't even see her when me and Jack left?" I ask suspiciously.
"She doesn't mess with that one anymore, and he doesn't care for her rules. Anyway, we aren't going to the white rooms, we have to get behind her desk. That's where the door is." Phil confirms.

We head past the training room in silence, both of us deep in though as to what we will say. My mind is spinning, I'm not able to focus on anything except Jack.

My hero, taken away from me, like every other person I loved. Finally my mind settles on something else, My Family. I want to push the thought away, but it doesn't work. My mother was the best, she sang me to sleep, she helped me better when I got hurt, I thought she was the best mother in the world, but I guess she didn't think that of me. My father was fun too. He didn't drink, he loved me, he loved my mother, and he was the best father I could have had. Yet, they fought that night. I can't remember why now, but she stormed out, slamming the door. The lights began to flicker and my father saw me at the top of the stairs. I quickly ran to my room and cried. I remember that night like it was yesterday.

Six years and no sign of her. My father stopped working, took up drinking, got a girlfriend who always smelled of smoke, and I never wanted to see him again. I moved out the first change I got, but that's a story to think about another day.

"Summer! Hey dude, you okay?"

I look around, somehow I managed to lie on the floor without knowing. Two faces stare at my from above. Phil and Bella.
"Hello? Oh look, she's home." Bella chuckles, she lowers he hand to me and I take it, "I'm just here having some potato chips at the weights when you just collapse right in front of me."
"Sorry," I reply as I dust the back of my dress off, "I was just thinking about my mother... She disappeared when I was younger."
Bella looks impossibly sad for a split moment, but her usual smile returns quickly.
"What do you need?" She asks with a flat tone. Something tells me she would do anything I ask right now.

"I need to rescue Jack," My eyes drift to the silent Phil, "and Dan, and every other super who's been captured."
"I'll do it, I've been waiting for a chance to kick some snatcher butt!" She replies.
"We're heading to the boss," Phil suddenly cuts in, "and that means Irena's gonna be trouble."

Bella made a noise sounding like pfft, and strutted off towards the end of the hallway. Me and Phil glance at each other, deciding that it was better than going it alone. I quickly start following her.

I hadn't noticed it before, but there was a corner at the end of the hallway, I stupidly thought the hallway just stopped. We turn the corner and are met with Irena staring at us from her desk. I realise the cold icy stare she was giving us was actually directed towards Bella.

Her desk was cluttered with all sorts of stationary possible; Pens, clipboards, blue tack, piles of books, and lots of paper scrolled with details in another language. The item that caught my attention most is the little bobble head at the front left of her desk. It was a pug tangled up in a white scarf with his tongue flopping out. I open my mouth to compliment her ornament, somehow hoping to get her to leave, but Irena beats me to it.

"Vell, if it isn't Izabella." She said, I'd forgotten how much of an accent she had. It was pretty cool.
"Vell, it is me, Izabella." Bella mimicked, gaining an even colder look from the Russian.
"I've told you zat the medical bay iz on zhe ozher side of thiz building. And now you've brought a posey, eh?" She stated.
"I know!" Bella cried, "I went here and I'm fine, thank you very much. I just wanted to inform you that there has been a spillage on isle four..." She giggles, "I mean, in the diner, and I forgot where the janitor goes at night."

Irena's gaze shifted from Bella to Phil, then to me, and as she stared into my eyes, I felt as if she already knew our intentions. I start to form words in my mind. I'm sorry, lying is bad but we need to get to the door behind you. If I don't meet this Mr Boss guy and ask him for help, I might never see-

"Why do I hav to do everything when your avound, Izabella..." She huffed and stood up from her desk. She pushes past us and waltzed down the corridor. Both me and Phil stare at Bella in shock.

"What?" Bella smiles, "I'm the only one who can fool her, just throw in some jokes and act stupid, her lying ability gets muddled up. Thank goodness you guys shut your mouth, otherwise we'd be dead."
I suddenly feel sheepish, she could read my mind, but something still tingles, like something happened, somewhere. Yep, I'm going insane.

We make our way past the cluttered desk, one by one, until we are all stood in a row facing towards the door. Phil is to my right and Bella is to me left. We stood like that for almost a minute, perhaps waiting for something. The door was shimmering. One moment the door seems to sparkle the colour pink, and the next it sparkles blue.

I slowly reach out my hand to turn the for knob, hesitating to touch it. My mind quickly reminds me that Irena could be back any second, so I quickly touch the cold copper and turn it clockwise. It clicks. The door creaks open slowly.

"Hey!" A Russian voice calls behind us, "Stop!"

Bella jumps in quickly, pulling my shirt with her, which in turn made me grasp Phil. We all stumble into the room. Bella jumps us and slams the door shut. No struggle, no yelling, the door was silent.

I'm the last one still on the floor, so Phil offers his hand. The room is completely white, and really small. It was the size of an elevator, yet we felt no movement. I guess either Bella or Phil had done this before, because both their faces were plastered with confusion. I reach out again and open the door.

It was no longer the corridor housing the angry Russian, but a large open room. The floor was polished floorboards ad the walls were painted sky blue.

And in the centre of the room, lounging on the large couch chair, was a woman.
"You took your time, didn't you...?" She said, with a slight Irish accent.