We ran out of the decrepit house to Cienna's car.
"Get in!" She hollered.
"I'm right here, no need to yell!" I bellowed back.
"I yell when I'm stressed out," she said. She really was pretty, with big, aquamarine eyes and dark brown hair cut into a bob. Her car was a kinda mysterious looking purple van. She stepped on the gas pedal and speedily drove away.
"So... what the hell is going on anyway?" I said after a long awkward pause.
"I saved you, that's what the hell is going on. Your welcome," she smiled sarcastically.
"Well duh, I mean what is with the whole 'kidnapper in a dark cloak' thing?" I asked.
"I was kidnapped too. One day I woke up where you were. The cloaked guy- girl- gender less kidnapper- took me and kept me in the room for a month. I tried screaming, kicking, crying, but nothing worked. Every day and night food would be delivered under the door. One day I was so fed up with this that I cut my hair off and sucked up enough courage and strength to kick the door right as the food was being slid under the door. I ran away, ran for my life for miles and miles, but I found nothing but desert and this old van."
"Oh," I nodded dumbly. "Why did you save me?"
"One day I finally gave up on driving and came back to the house. As I arrived I heard you yelling and ran in before he locked you up like me. I don't know what he wants, but all I know is he takes people and locks them up like fucking dogs in a kennel."
"Oh," I said again. Cienna was gripping the steering wheel so tight, her knuckles had turned white. She grinded her teeth angrily. We had been driving for a while now, and there was nothing but desert completely surrounding us, just like she had said.
"Where are we going?" I asked after another awkward pause.
"Alaska."
