The Elite

Chapter 5

-2 days later-
*Ember's POV*

It's now Thursday, just six days away from my eighteenth birthday. I've been confined to this small room for the past two days, so I'm actually grateful that this Mike guy or should I say 'sir' is coming to show me around today. To show me my fellow 'recruits' who have already started their training, which I think is very unfair. Now they have an advantage.

I've been given a pair of black skinny jeans, combat boots and tank top. Being told that this would be similar to the uniform that I will be given when I start my training. It's the first time I've been allowed to get up out of bed and actually walk about, so now my legs feel a little odd.

I walk over to the mirror that is mounted onto the wall and take in my appearance, my shoulder length brown hair shines from the shower that I finally got to have. The jeans hug my body showing my broad hips and thick thighs, the tank top reveals a small about of cleavage as I trace my fingertips along my collar bone.

"Ember?" I hear a whisper.

I look over my shoulder to see Lily and James sheepishly smiling at me.
"How are you guys here?" I ask, "you have classes to go to."

I wonder if they knew? Did my parents tell them from the minute I introduced them. Oh god.

"We wanted to see you," Lily smiles walking towards me looking for a hug, she stands behind me also looking at my reflection in the mirror.

"Did you know?" I notice my body straightens, my upper body muscles contracting as a surge of anger courses through my veins, "did they tell you about this?"

James joins us, "of course not," he scoffs, "if you weren't to know then we were definitely kept in the dark too."

That's something I suppose.

"How did you get here?" I ask, "how did you find out?"

"We came up in the ambulance," Lily explains, "I dialled 999 but a guy wearing dark clothes snatched my phone, next thing you know he's got his own out. Ten minutes later and everything was happening."

What guy? Was I being followed? Have I been followed my entire life? What the hell?!

"What guy?" I ask feeling myself growing angrier, "everything was happening?"

"Ember," a stern voice sounds from behind us, I turn around to see Mike aka Sir dressed in a black suit, "we should go."

I narrow my eyes feeling highly pissed off at all the secrets that have been kept from me, "will I get answers?"

"Depends on the questions you ask," he says tapping the door frame, "let's go."

I send a small smile to my friends and take my first steps out of the room I had been confined to for too long.

This better be good, otherwise this guy will have hell to pay.

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The corridor is dark. So dark that I have to squint to make out as to what lies up ahead.
Why does everything in this place have to seem so morbid?

Mike or should I say Sir was choosing to remain silent the entire time, I had chosen to do the same in an attempt to calm myself down. Bare in mind that I said attempt, I'm still pissed off about this whole thing. Who wouldn't be?