Wishing for Adventure

The Teller

I wake up. My eyes are closed, but there are many noises around me. In confusion and curiosity, I slowly open my eyes. In front of me stands a women, in her late thirties. She has short ginger hair, curled on her head. She is wearing black, professional clothing; and red lipstick.

"Miss Turner?" The women asks.

I look around. I'm in a big marble room, with lots of people walking around. Mostly in suits.

"Where am I?" I ask frantically.
"How did I get here? Who are you?"
The women looks annoyed.
"You are a suspected criminal."
"Criminal?! I only just got here! I only just woke up!! Besides, I  never would."
"You're not fooling anyone Miss Turner. You've been here for five minutes." The women replies.
"I don't understand, how do you know my name?"
"You checked in here five minutes ago. You are Brooklyn Turner, are you not?"
"Yes. But whatever you think I did here, I didn't. The last thing I remember doing was going to bed, and then waking up here, just now."
"Well, the only thing left to do is check. Bring in the teller."

The women waves her hand.
CLANK. CLANK. CLANK.
I turn around and realise where I am. The creature that stands before me can only mean one thing. One thing that scares me, and confuses me even more. I am in the Bank of Karabraxos.

My eyes widen. "That's...impossible..."
I turn to look at the women, who I now realise is Karabraxos' clone.
"What will happen if i don't have any guilt?" I ask, worry evident in my voice.
"It will let you go." The clone answers.
"And does it only look for criminal guilt?"
"No, it sees all guilt. Problem?"

I turn and jump because the teller is right behind me. I can feel it searching through my brain, and I try to calm myself.

"Take me to Karabraxos. I have valuable information. But the guilt of knowing this information might be enough to become visible to the teller."

Closing my eyes, I try to think of a white wall, and a relaxed state.
Silence. Hesitation.
I feel a sting as the teller is about to latch onto my mind.

"Take it away." The clone says.
I open my eyes to see the teller being dragged away. CLANK. CLANK. CLANK. It's gone.
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me. You're bargaining for your life."
She starts to walk away, leading me to the vault. I follow her, a couple of steps behind.

As we pass a window, I look inside. A human, or humanoid; is sitting with their legs pulled to their chest. They are in chains, which are attached to the wall behind them. Their head is caved in, and they look like they've been crying. I stop.

"That's..."
Tears are starting to form in my eyes.
"I mean, I know that's what happens, and I've seen it before; but it wasn't...like this..."
The clone gives me a confused look.
"Sorry." I say, trying to stop crying.
"I'll explain everything to Karabraxos."

We keep walking until we reach the vault door. She opens a door, puts a code into a computer, and all the locks are unlocked. A satisfying click filled the air. She comes back out, and turns the handle on the vault. We walk through the various rows of lockers, each indicating a person or what is inside. Finally we reach a big vault at the back labeled PV. Private Vault.

The clone opens the door, and we step inside. There are millions of gold coins, and gold objects. As well as other very expensive looking things. And there, sitting at the desk in the middle of the room, is Madame Karabraxos herself. She is is writing in a notebook of some kind. When we enter, she looks up.

"What is the meaning of this?" She asks, confused, and annoyed.
"This girl requested to speak with you. She says she has information, we were going to use the Teller on her when she said that the guilt of knowing the information might be too much."
Karabraxos pauses, probably to decide whether I should get to speak or not.
She replies cautiously.
"Very well, leave so as to make her feel more comfortable."
The clone turns and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her; and leaving me alone with Karabraxos.

"Thank you Madame. I do have valuable information." I say.
"What is it?"
I think about what to say next, aware that I won't be able to say everything.
"Well, I know that at some point, probably soon." I start, looking at her and guessing she isn't that much younger than she is when the Doctor Who episode takes place.
"That someone will try to break into the Bank of Karabraxos. They will succeed. But I'm sorry to say that it will be for a good cause. And a great cost."
"And how do you know this?" Karabraxos asks.
"That's actually why I wanted to talk to you. I'm not meant to be here. I don't belong here. Where I come from, aliens and space travel isn't real. Or, at least, not discovered yet. The farthest we've traveled into space is the moon. I know this because where I come from, this is documented. In the form of fiction."
She scoffs.
"Why should I help you?"

I smile.
"Because I know you're secret."
She smiles back, but I can see the fear in her eyes.
"What secret?"
"How many people know? How many of those that don't would accept it, do you think?"
"Accept what?" She asks.
"That you keep a creature locked up so their lover has to obey you?!" I shout.
Karabraxos doesn't answer.
"That the creature you call 'the teller' is forced to do as you say?! That you keep that creature as a SLAVE?!"
She purses her lips.
"They don't need to know."
"Well then, you better help me and let me stay here or I'll start talking."
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To Be Continued