The Poison in her Veins

S.H.A.D.O

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. After I woke up from the chloroform I found myself in a huge room that must be an office room belonging to an extremely rich person. I went through every single drawer, file cabinet, shelf, everything possible and found nothing that could help me. I look at the pitch-black sky outside through the windows and almost cry for how worried my mom must be right now. I have always come back from school on time and the few times I haven't, she knows about it, unlike now. One thing is for sure though. I will find out where I am and what I am doing here and give them hell so that they will want to have nothing to do with me.

I'm about to fall asleep when the door behind me slams open and two men in weird black suits, like combat uniforms or something, stand next to me and another older man, probably my dads age, walks to the large desk in front of the windows and sits. I gasp as I recognize him as the man with the guy who kidnapped me, who was in the school with him, looking at me. I glare at him and cross my arms, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. "Blake Winston. So I guess you are wondering why you are here right now."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"My name is Mallard White and I am the head of S.H.A.D.O, the supreme headquarters for all defense operations, where we take special kids you're age after months of background research, from across the world-"

"You mean kidnap right? Because I don't remember coming here willingly."

"I don't like to put it that way but I have no way to change you're opinion then. Anyways, as of right now you have two options. You will be here, regardless, for at least a full year but what you do here will depend." Oh gosh. This guy is crazy if he thinks that I will willingly stay here for more than a day, let alone a full year. "So first, if you agree to start training, you will be brought to you're group that consists of four other kids, around you're age, and start training and studying. If you need time to adjust and think about the decisions, you will be brought down to a separate room in which you will be by yourself, receiving regular meals, and only having a few things to occupy you're mind."

"You're an asshole you know that! I'm leaving to go back to my family who are probably contacting the police right now, looking for me!" I try to get up and walk out the door but the two guards standing next to me pin me in the chair. I officially hate strong people, ugh.

"I'm sorry to inform you Blake, but you're parents are actually not as inclined to go to the police as you think. We stopped by and... explained... everything to you're parents, emphasizing the fact that no one could do anything to get you back before a year ends. Apparently they have been very worried about your mental state from your daily nightmares and we are special doctors and therapists helping you recover." Well, Mallard is on the top of my murder list along with the guy who physically kidnapped me. There is no way in hell I will be giving in to him and going to train. I would rather spend a year in isolation than to agree to his traps.

"Guess you kidnapped me for no reason then because I'll be down by myself in those rooms for a full year, and believe me, I will find a way out of here before the year ends. You can't manipulate me to make me train with you're crazy team you have going on here."

Mallard gives the guards a pointed look and nextthing I know I am being hauled out by the two guards, my feet dangling in theair as Mallard follows behind.