His Purple Eyes

Chapter 27

Pierce left to do some work and I was stuck in bed. Guards were right out side of the door and there was no vents in this room, nor any ceiling panels. Trust me, if there was a way to escape, I would have.

Era came in and talked to me for awhile, though she made me uncomfortable for some reason. She did also say something about the mysterious Shadow who seemed to be missing in action. No one knows where he went.

I was just laying in bed thinking about all of the shitty things that have happened to me. I nearly got killed in a car crash, I roamed dangerous streets at night and I got a woman killed, my father broke my nose, I got attacked by Bane, I got shot in the shoulder, mauled by a creature and I nearly died in surgery. My body was being pushed past its limits. No human could with stand this. But I did. I didn't want to destroy my body so quickly, or at all actually.

The rest of my day was spent resting. Nothing exciting happened, which was good. But Daniel hadn't bothered to come. Maybe he didn't want to... I couldn't think such negative thoughts.

. . . .

It was early the next morning when I woke to a ringing bell. It was loud and steady, like a fire alarm. It was still dark outside and I couldn't see anything since my room light was off. I just laid in the dark. I couldn't lie, I was a bit nervous. Suddenly my door burst open and a figure came in, pushing a wheel chair.

My muscles had been so incredibly sore, that I couldn't move. So when the door burst open, I was stuck in bed, staring at the door. The light switch flicked on and a man in the usual black attire was standing in the door way. His skin was a bluish tinge, that was not caused by the light.

"Sinclair, I need you to come with me." He said in a gravelly voice. Before I even got to reply, he picked me up from bed and set me in the wheel chair. My shoulder hit the back of the chair and I yelped in pain. He wasted no time wheeling me out of the room and down the brightly lit hall. I squeezed my eyes shut and blinked a few times, adjusting my vision.

There was crowds and crowds of people, running past us and down the hall. I gripped the arm rests as I felt a tinge of panic grip my heart.

"What's going on?" I asked to the guy. He didn't hear me though. It was far too busy for him to hear me. Voices were yelling and people were talking.

The wheel chair turn the corner and we walked straight down the hall, to the elevator.

There was a crowd of people in front of the metal doors as they began to open. "Move!" The blue guy pushing my wheel chair yelled in a scary voice. Heads turned to look back, but no one moved. Once the saw who had yelled, the quickly left the elevator or moved out of the way. Who ever this guy was, he sure could clear a crowd.

He rolled the wheel chair into the elevator lined with mirrors and people stared at us in awe as the doors slowly closed. The guy pressed a button and the elevator started its slow descend.

"What's going on?" I asked in a small voice. He didn't reply at first. He took a breath, then said, "there's an attack on Union." Who would be dumb enough to try to fight the most powerful gang in the world? More importantly, were they bad or good?

I turned my head slightly to glance at the mirrored wall. I was surprised to see a pale, dark eyed girl staring back. Her hair an odd shade of orange red, shorter then it had been in years. She looked sick and tired. Her small, pointed nose was slightly crooked but you couldn't tell unless you had been staring at her. Her pale, freckled arms had cuts and bruises here and there. That girl was me.

The ding of the elevator cut me away from my thoughts. The doors slid open and I was faced to a dim, one way hallway with a single door at the end. Instantly a chill ran down my back. This place sure was spooky.