Unknown Destiny

13

I've never been aware of the feeling that came with being kidnapped.

Something about it just didn't strike me as original. It's exciting, I felt scared but at the same time anxious. Anxious to see if I get out of this. Hopefully alive maybe.

I sit up expecting a sudden restraining feeling on my arms, but nothing happens. I just sit upwards and move my body around. From what I'm gathering I'm in a bed and... Wait... A bed?

I'm pretty sure in movies whenever people get kidnapped they're in a basement or somewhere hostile, not a bed.

I blink twice before I come to realise that this room feels awfully familiar like in a dream, but I'm pretty sure this hasn't happened before so I brush it aside as if I was losing my mind.

I swing my legs out of this awfully comfortable bed and walk to the door. I try and turn the knob but it seems to be locked, and then I see a high tech keyboard thing. This door has one of those passcode things that only certain people know.

I shake my head and start banging on the door, "HEY! ANYONE THERE? LET ME OUT!"

I keep pounding the door until I hear someone typing on the other side. Backing away slowly I wait for the door to open and when it does I see a man. He's tall and has short brown hair, from what I can see he looks about my age, his white skin matches mine and his green eyes are beautiful. He smiles and I can't help but to smile back.

As he closes the door I sit on the bed, "Are you going to tell me what's happening?" I ask strangely calm.

Should I be this calm? I'm not so sure.

The man proceeds to walk around the room, gently running his hand over the books and drawers, "This room was for my daughter, she was to take after me but her mother took her away." He looks at me and dusts his hands off, "They are long gone now."

"You didn't answer my question," I say sternly, "Why am I here?"

"You are here for a number reasons." He replies nodding.

"... Which are?"

"Do you like games, Miss Simmons?" He asks making his way to the other side of the bed.

"How do you know my name?"

"Just make things easier and stop answering my questions with your questions." He clasps his hands together as if to clap, but refrains from doing so.

"No. I do not like games."

"Well we're going to play one, it's called answer my questions and you won't die, got it?" He asks looking at me seriously. As a reply I nod, suddenly fearful for my life.

This time the man does clap, "Very nice!"

"Okay, so to make things easy I'll give you my name." He grabs something out of his pocket and reveals something resembling an FBI badge but it's not, "Michaelangelo Deritio, but you can call me Michael. How are you today Miss Simmons?"

I shrug, "I'm fine I guess."

"You guess or you are?"

"I am fine Michael."

"That's mighty fine. Now, Miss Simmons I'm going to make things simple and tell you this, if you refrain from telling me the truth, you will be met by immense physical pain you have not yet endured before. Okay?"

I nod, "Okay let's get started." He claps and retrieves a notebook from his pocket. He flips it to a random Ange and begins to ask me questions.

"Now, Cameron. May I call you Cam?" I shake my head, "Okay Cam, what is your connection with your parents?"

"My foster or biological?"

"Both."

"Well... My foster parents are my parents and my biological... Well I don't have supernatural powers to communicate with them do I?"

"No you don't do you," he scribble some words down, "Now, are you aware of who I am?"

"You said your name was Michaelangelo."

"Yes. Correct. But are you aware of my...
Political position?"

"No. Should I?"

"No, you very well shouldn't." He hums to himself before speaking again, "Now you said strange things have been happening to you lately—"

"I didn't say that."

"Can you describe what they are?"

"How did you know about the visions?"

"Visions?"

"Yeah I... How did you know?"

"I find it my business to find these things out, now answer the question. What kind of visions?"

"I can't remember exactly. It's been snowing, I'm standing in the middle of a frozen lake and this person - A girl floats across the water to meet me, and then screams." I say like it was nothing.

"She screamed?"

"Yeah. It was like... I can't explain it."

"Try."

"... Like death."

Michael seems to be taken aback by my answer, "Hmm. I will be right back."

And with that he leaves me alone sitting on a bed and I swing my legs back and forth over the bed and hum to myself. A little nursery rhyme my mum used to sing to me. It was a bit morbid but I enjoyed the way it came together.

The Seventh prevailed, life was restored, with sacrifice came a record.
Royalty left, the dead were alive, ravaging the earth.
The duo left and uncovered the last, with her powers she drew the dead back, and never loved again.

Looking back on it, the rhyme wasn't really a rhyme, and it wasn't really a song to be sun to children, but the way mum said it, it's almost like it was filled with raw emotions that she couldn't let out.

I keep humming the tune until alarms blare around me. I cover my ears as I hear yelling and gun shooting from the outside. Like the child I am I rush under the covers and him the tune a little bit louder.

The alarms keep piercing my ears and I begin to speak the words aloud, "The seventh prevailed, life restored, with sacrifice came a record..." I keep repeating the same line until I hear the door open.

My heart begins to pound, not in a scared way but in a painful way. It's like someone is stabbing my heart from the inside and I can't stop it.

When I look up the alarms have stopped, the guns have stopped and I'm met by a scrawny figure, he smiles down at me sadly and chuckles, "I knew she didn't die for nothing."