All Mixed Up

Me? A target?

We've only taken a few steps when the brown-haired girl rapidly swings around and everything goes black.

"....captain....now?" I fade in and out of consciousness, very few words actually making it into my ears so nothing makes sense. Heck, as if any of this made sense in the first place. A stinging sensation comes across my cheeks and my eyes slowly drag themselves open, my senses telling me to wake up since that bitch slapped me.
"What's going on? Where am I?" I shower them with questions. Beside the strange girl, a red haired boy- no, the red haired boy from earlier grins again.
"There's no need for you to know that," he starts. "You won't remember when we kill you later." He chuckles but the girl beside him glares, elbowing him in the stomach to shut him up, which I'm deeply grateful for.
"You're going to kill me?!" I repeat, my energy restoring quickly but my head throbbing terribly after I shoot up in shock. "Why?" I ask.
"He's just teasing," the girl states.
"What do you want from me?" The urge to cry grows stronger but I stifle it; someone once told me that showing emotions can show weakness.
"Someone has sent your name in." The girl explains. I try to move my legs, attempting an escape but I'm chained to the bed like some sort of hostage. Am I really a prisoner of some kind?
"What do you mean by that?" I ask. My question seems to make them hesitant to answer. What is exactly is going on?
"We wish we could tell you what we mean but we would have to silence you if we did." The girl turns as she says that and wanders away from the bed, the boy not following.
"Mila should we tell her our names at least?" Angrily, the girl turns, attempting to lock the boy's head in her arms like an arm lock but he dodges, swinging at her with a punch which she blocks and then they're still. These two are great fighters; it's hard to believe they're going to keep me alive.
"Well thanks to you she knows my name, dimwit." The girl, presumably Mila, complains. The red haired boy laughs.
"Relax," he turns to me, sitting on the side of the bed I'm chained to.
"I'm Karma and this is my partner, Mila."
"So I can tell," I answer, not knowing what else to say. "Why am I here?"
"We told you," Mila replies, standing over me with crossed arms and an angry expression. "Someone has sent your name in, asking us to...dispose of you."

My heart stops.

Someone has asked to dispose of me? Who would do that?
"Who?" I ask, speaking my mind.
"That we cannot say."
"Can you at least describe them?" I then question and the two students look at each other. These two are in my class...why would they want to dispose of me. "You two...are in class A. You know Mathias and Lukas and Ella. They're my friends so please if you let me go-" Karma quickly interrupts.
"Are you sure about that?" He snatches my attention and I go silent. What does he mean by that? Am I sure of what? I swear being here is driving me insane!
"What?"
"Are you sure they're all your friends?" Karma adds. Chains rattle as I struggle to free myself if the chains but they're pure iron. Not only are they heavy and rusty but there's no way I can ever break them.
"W-well...we used to be..." I whisper back. A tear escapes my eye and I look down at myself. This was never meant to happen...I'm not supposed to be here.
"Because I can assure you...you might want to think twice about your friends." After this comment, Karma gets up and joins Mila's side and the two of them leave me alone in a dark, unfamiliar room and make things worse by locking the door behind them after they exit. Think twice about my friends? Was it one of them who sent my name into this hell? Is it one of them who's responsible for me being here? I scream but I'm well aware I'm not helping the situation. If I had my phone, which is no longer in my pocket, maybe I could call for help. Who would I call, though?

Not my friends...

I'm just a target for some sick organisation, aren't I? My few sobs turn into endless weeps. What do I do?
"If you really want to know who it was,"  The door swings open and Karma enters, yet another cunning grin planted on his face. "I'd tell you for a price." He climbs onto the bed, licking his lips while I whimper away. At that moment, he laughs and falls of, scrambling to his feet with tears of laughter in his eyes.
"You gotta learn to take a joke, geez." He says through his snickers. "Anyway,
I see you're desperate to know who wants you dead." I nod my head rapidly, not saying anything after his sick joke. He comes over to me and puts his lips close to my ear and whispers a single name.

At this, my eyes widen.