A Hint of Insanity

Chapter 3

I felt my heart drop. "Pardon me?"

"You didn't hear me?" Louis smirked. He spoke slowly, " There. Is. No. Escape." I pointed at the wooden door leading out of the hotel, and the windows near it. "I'm not talking about the hotel, dumbass."

Louis pushed his fingers through his hair, "I meant the city."

"But how? Where could this be that you couldn't escape from?" I inquired. 

"Kali Gandaki Gorge," he answered, "The deepest valley in the Himalayas and the world. 6500 meters deep, and anyone who could even escape is most likely dead or lost in the mountains."

I walked away from the counter and towards Louis. "What the fuck do you mean in the middle of the mountains?! I was just lying in Western Kansas yesterday!"

"You know what? I was all the way in the bloody UK the night I was taken 5 years ago!" Louis exclaimed. "You know all those missing persons they report each year? Those cases that go unsolved? They were taken here. 'Why?' you might be asking yourself?"

Because a couple of fucking psychos wanted to play God," he hissed.

This was absolutely insane. No way could I end up nearly 8,000 miles away from where I fell asleep. I stepped closer to Louis. "You really expect me to believe this load?" I sneered. "Where the hell is my house?"

Louis took a step back, "All the way back in Kansas."

"We are IN Kansas!" I jabbed my finger at his chest. Louis took a step back, closer to the wall.

"We. Are. In. Nepal," he stated again, getting irritated. I went towards, him step by step, until his back hit the wall. I gripped his shirt, and comicly lifted him up against. Considering I was 6 inches taller than he was, it wasn't exactly hard to. "Get me to my fuckling house!" I shouted at him, rage boiling in my stomach.

Louis looked down into my eyes, then yelled at the top of his lungs, "We have a Rogue!" I felt a large hand grip my bicep, then yank me back. Louis struck the floor on his tailbone and scowled at me. A smirk started to grow on my face, before I was yanked around.

I now faced a man that must've been 7 feet tall. His head was bare and he had a cascading beard. And at the end of it, a small name tag with Boris written sloppily onto it. I looked up at him, and his facial expression had a twisted aggression to it. He growled to reveal a mouth full of mishapen teeth which were nearly brown, and the smell of rotted flesh leaked from his mouth. Boris' lips were covered in weird welts.

"It's time for punishment, number..." he started. His voice was deep and intimidating. Boris took a finger and put it on the neck of my shirt, then tore it to reveal the area over my heart. Boris studied it for a moment, as if expecting to see something "Oh, I see. Haven't even gotten your number yet. Should've guessed from your clothes," he chuckled, "I guess it's time for your orientation then." Boris rose his hand in the air, and I felt a burst of pain before I blacked out.