J.ade, A.ir D.efying E.lementalist

XXVIII:Twin

Chapter 28 - Twin

Rusty, damp and foul smell invaded my nose as soon as conciousness breathed life in me again. That is the first thing my mind is able to register, along with the sharp pain coming from my wrists.

Moving with absolute care, I leaned at my side. Trying to ease the insistent throbbing on my back. And as I continue to look for a comfortable enough position the sound of heavy chains hitting each other strikes me. I just realized my hands and feet are bound by chains. Bound so tight my fore and back wrists feels like its been pasted back to back.

Anger, confusion, worry, and most of all, panic swelled inside me all at once. Attacking my dazed and comfort-oriented brain so harshly my limbs began to carelessly move around. I've been flailing around for a minute before I realized that doing so wouldn't really help my situation. What would help is a plan. But considering my lack of strategy, I'd be lucky if I'd be able to make a good plan. And considering I do not even have the slightest idea of my situation, I'd be lucky to be able to even make one.

Even so, my mind began to slowly analyze the facts.

I'm chained.

My eyes are blindfolded.

Judging from the stale and almost inexistent air, the room where I'm being kept is windowless. Not to mention small. I raise my arms in attempt to summon some kind of power but was disappointed with the weak energy it brought.

"Ow! Dammit! Where are we?" a loud high-pitched voice yells. 

My head instantly perks up dertermining the direction where the voice came from. 50 degrees northwest, I mentally calculated.

"Shut up." another voice, low and smooth, orders the first.

I waited for a few moments for them to move but when I realized they have no intention of doing so, I shuffle to my side to get as close as them as possible. Whoever they are; friend or foe, I fail to see the reason why I have to let the chance pass by without trying to know.

"Why should I? You twit, where the hell did you bring me?" came the late reply.

Exasperated, the smooth voice says, "Dumbass. I didn't bring us here. I think we were sucked into some kind of transporting object."

A whistle. Followed by a guffaw. "Transportation objects are myth. You can't possibly expect me to believe you, eh?" 

"We were in the tournament just a second ago! How can you explain us being here a second later, then?" It's clear the man is losing patience, but the other seem to be oblivious of this since he replied with another sarcastic completely out of the blue statement,

"We just lost the tournament to the Yma's"

All at once my mind whirrled off the new information, finally being able to put some missing pieces. And unfortunately opening  more mysteries.

Tournament. En. Julia. Gale. Chesca. Rebmev. Punishment. Comfort Room. 

But where am I?

Who would kidnap me?

Why would they?

How did they even get to the school?

I subconsciously remembered Nyle.

And suddenly I am sure. I am so sure I'm right that my certainty even scared me. I may suck at luck but my intuition is exemplary. 

It's Nyle. He was he one who kidnapped me. I am sure he did it, or at the very least, his ally. I don't know how I knew it. I just know. That feeling you have when you are sure you're right but you do not have any reasons to back it up.