The Poison in her Veins

Dollface

We reach a door that looks like it is made out of cinder blocks, and I am carelessly thrown in, scoffing at the guards.

"So, there are window's and a bed, along with targets to practice shooting arrows or whatever there is so that you can be somewhat ready for training when you decide to start you're training."

"You say it like I will, but I won't." He gives me a knowing smile and turns to get ready to leave.

"This red buzzer on the wall next to you're bed is what you should press when you want to start training and I will have one of the group leaders, Harry, come down often to check in on you and bring food." I swear, if he is the guy who kidnapped me I will hurt him. Without another word or glance Mallard walks out of the room, with the two guards shuffling close behind.

The alarm clock next to me reads 11:55 pm but there is no way I'll be able to get any sleep tonight after what has happened. My head was pounding and I could no longer hold the tears at bay. Just today I was talking with Maddy about school and guys, never imagining being kidnapped into a freaking spy agency. I thought that there was just the CSI, FBI, NCIS, CIA and the other obvious government agencies but I guess the government isn't as honest as everyone thinks they are.

After tossing and turning for 2 hours, I give up on attempting to sleep and decide to try out the targets. Opening the wooden crate in the corner of the room I find arrows, darts and a couple knives, all of which have a dull end, I guess so someone like me couldn't have the opportunity to stab someone like Mallard or this guy Harry. I throw the knife and it hits the very outside of the target and drops to the ground. Next I try the dart and it completely misses the target, hitting the wall with a thud. The arrow is a little better hitting the second outside ring of the target. Frustrated I chuck the rest of the darts at the wall and slide down, curling up into a ball and dozing off into a dreamless sleep.

I wake with a start, jumping up as I hear the door slam open, and groan. Sleeping on the floor last night was definitely not the smartest idea and now I will for sure suffer the consequences. A man with gelled blond hair and chocolate brown eyes enters the room, closing the door behind him. He looks to be the same age as the first guy who took me, so a year or two older than me, and he is wearing the same black uniform as the guards who I was with in Mallard's office. Carrying a plate of eggs and bacon he slowly walks over to me, unease settling in my chest.

"Hey dollface I'm Harry."