The Fallen

*Chapter Five*

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I jumped. Trying to turn around and see who was holding onto me. But the grip on my arm tightened preventing me from turning around completely. And at the same time pulling me back into the alleyway slightly.

"Ma'am we would appreciate it if you remain calm." Remain calm? I didn't even know who I was talking to! As if able to read my mind he turned me around. To my suprise there where two people, or should I say Anatta, with me. They looked completely identical. They were both wearing gray suits. Their t-shirts buttoned up to the last button. Perfectly pressed. And a shining silver tag on their chest letting me know that one was named James and the other Timothy. Right underneath their name tags read, "Gesag Police Deputy". Oh no, this couldn't be good. They looked me up and down, mentally reassuring themselves of something.

"We would like to know what you're doing up here." Timothy coldy asked me. Showing absolutely no kindness. Not that I had experienced any at all today.

"Well I'm kind of lost. I actually don't remember much of anything really. I barely remember my name. I don't know where to go. Is there any way you could help?" Hoping that since they were police officers they would at least be able to help me. They looked at each other, exchanged a few glances. All while I still stood there with James' hand latched on to my arm. I was sure to have a bruise there later.

"We know exactly were you belong. Follow us." James yanked at my arm. Giving me no choice in following them whatsoever. They pulled me out into the busy streets. Pushing past people we made our way across the street. With people everywhere stopping to stare and whisper. Looks of approval on everybody's face.

"Why do they keep trying to come over here."

"Nobody wants them."

Blurps of whispers and muted conversations floated to where I was being dragged. We quickly crossed the street. My short legs trying to keep up with their long legs and wide strides. I could feel a trickle of sweat roll down my neck as I began to exert myself to keep up.

Finally our pace slowed as we neared a building that had Gesag Police Station boldly placated above the door. The building was just like all the others. Metallic and cold. I couldn't even see where the building itself stopped. It just continued upwards forever. There were no windows or trees outside of this building. Just the door that faced the street. Assuming that we were going to go inside I continued walking forward. But was rudely pulled to my right as the police officers turned sharply and continued walking alongside the building. I was yanked once more and stumbled to a stop in front of a small rectangular scanner that appeared when the officers walked up to it. Timothy reached over and punched in a few numbers and placed his palm onto the surface of the scanner. I watched and let out a small gasp as I watched the scanner open and a few small wires slither their way out and find their way into Timothy's palm. Connecting itself to his palm. What seemed to be a millisecond later, the wires retreated. A door, which I hadn't even noticed at first, opened with a slight hiss. James moved me in front of him, and still gripping onto my forearm pushed me into the room.

As we walked in the lights turned on, bright and incessant. We appeared to be in a long hallway. The walls where an almost blinding white, while the carpet was a dull gray. There were no pictures on the wall. No people walking around the hall, even though I could see dozens of doors on either side of the hall. Directly in front of us, though, was an elevator. Timothy pressed the up arrow, and we waited. Breaking the silence, I spoke first.

"I was wondering if you would be able to help me. I don't know where to go-" I was abruptly cut off.

"We know exactly where you're going." James said in disgust as well as in a tone that immediately made me snap my mouth shut, and stopped me from continue talking. I don't have a good feeling about this.