Initiation

Chapter 21: Where You Belong

     Curiosity consumes me as Agent Abrams leads me in the opposite direction Xavier and I had come from. The fancy interior of the hallway fades away the further we walk. Time passes in complete silence.

     My creative imagination takes ahold of my mind as I ponder through assumptions. Was he taking me to a dungeon of sorts? Would I end up being locked in solitary confinement where my mind eventually goes insane? Was my life going to end in a cold, dark room? Those are just few possible scenarios I come up with. I'm sure the last option was the most ridiculous. Xavier would have this agent's head.

     Agent Abrams slows down his pace as we come to a junction in the hall. His attempt to glance over his shoulder at me without my knowledge is cut short. My left eyebrow perches as our earth-toned eyes meet. He mutters something incoherently under his breathe before turning around the corner.

     A hand is waved at me, motioning for me to follow him yet again. I roll my eyes and continue on my merry way. When I finally turn around the corner he is waiting for me a few feet down the hall. His foot taps on the ground impatiently, but something in his gaze is analytical.

     I understand his expression when I spot a large metal door with a foggy window covered with steel bars. A security camera is attached to the ceiling, but the red light signifying that the device was on- is actually off. My steps falter to a stop once my eyes fall on a sign above the door.

'League Prison Wing'

     "What are we doing here? Aren't you supposed to bring me to my room?" I ask in a controlled tone.

Agent Abrams gives me a quick look over. Apparently, I hadn't responded the way he thought I would. Maybe he thought I'd be trembling with fear or beg him to not put me in a jail cell. A smirk forms on my face as I put a hand on my hip.

"Tsk- tsk Agent Abrams. What do you think Xavier will say about this little... mishap?"

His jaw clenches, but he ends up shrugging as if going against Xavier's direct orders wasn't a big deal.

"Xavier has meetings all day." He responds simply. "He won't even know you are here."

My eyes narrow. I'm sure this elaborate plan was not Agent Abram's idea; which left only one other person.

"Did Sam put you up to this?" I ask while raising a defiant eyebrow.

     The lack of response only confirms my assumption. The sting of betrayal hits me, but only for a few seconds. Sam hid his supposed hatred of me better than I realized he could. I didn't know whether to be impressed... or annoyed. A light clinking noise breaks me out of my daze as

     Agent Abrams pulls out a pair of shiny handcuffs from his belt. I ended up choosing the later. I was annoyed. My face didn't hide my current emotion either. A faint smile forms on the otherwise- emotionless agent as he raises a hand and twirls his finger. My eyebrows furrow together as a hard stare forms on my face.

"Either turn around willingly, or I'll do it for you." Agent Abrams threatens with a deep, clipped tone.

I chuckle under my breath, before spinning on the heels of my feet. "As you wish."

     My arms are pulled back by large, calloused hands. Cold metal from the cuffs constrict against my narrow wrists. The dull clicking noise stops just as Agent Adams pushes me forward.

"This is where you belong." He states before pounding his fist on the thick metal. Loud thudding echoes off the walls. Seconds later the door makes a sharp clicking noise as it unlocks. My nose scrunches in discontent as a sharp squeal rings in my ears.