All Seeing (All Knowing 2)

Chapter 1

I never thought much about what I would do in a hostage situation, not many people do.  But I guess I always assumed I would keep my wits about me and think of some type of solution.  I did not plan for my reaction in the cabin of this private jet.

                After they had patched up my injuries and left me alone, I lost it completely.  I’d had a fairly level head the whole time Jordan had been attacking and kidnapping us but the second I was left to face the harsh reality, my adrenaline rush stopped immediately.

                I had never gone into shock before but I assumed I was going through it then.  My hands were shaking so badly I couldn’t even hold the water bottle they had given me without dousing myself completely.  I needed that water, too.  I was seating and my mouth was dry as a bone.  I finally decided to just recline in my chair and curl in on myself.  That’s when I realized just how dire this situation was.

                I was being taken away from my home by a man not opposed to violence, for reasons unknown to me.  They are going to kill me and I will never see my dad again…or Draven.

                He had been separated from me as soon as we entered the jet and no one would tell me anything other than the fact that we were going to Romania for reasons not known to me.

                It was at that point when I went into hysterics.  It started out as me simply sobbing, which escalated into whaling, then turned into me pounding on the small window next to me, thrashing in my seat, and finally I had three people on top of me, two holding me down and the other a large woman with a needle to match in one hand.

                “Draven! Help me!  Draven, they’re-,”  I was cut off when the garish woman plunged the needle into my neck, forcing whatever liquid was inside the tube straight to my bloodstream.  I was asleep almost instantaneously.

                I woke up with a wicked headache and a young boy in the chair next to me shaking my arm, trying to wake me.

                “Miss Arella, wake up.  We’re here now and Master Alvintzi is growing very angry about how you’re not see-able.

                “What?  Who are you?”  How strong was that shot?

                “Not important, Miss Arella.  We need to leave.”  He couldn’t have been more than bout seven years old, he had a thick Romanian accent to pair with his high pitched voice.  “Come on now, come on.”

                He had me by the arm and was dragging me out of my chair so fast that the cut along my chest reopened, causing me to catch my breath in pain.

                “So Sorry, Miss Arella, so very sorry.”  The boy was cringing away from me as if I were going to hit him.

                “It’s fine, just take me to where you know Draven is,” I urged him along.

                He took my un-slung arm again and pulled me behind him, out of the small plane’s door, and down the stairs onto a small runway.

                It had to have been about mid-afternoon currently wherever in Romania that we were.  A black SUV was parked close by and that’s where I was urged into by the boy.  In the sunlight I could see he was wearing fairly nice clothes; a white cotton button up shirt, a pair of khaki slacks, and brown soft soled shoes.

                After I was ushered into the backseat, the boy closed the door and jumped into the passenger seat up front.

                A burly man with a deep voice spoke up from the driver’s seat, “Good work, Claudiu.”  He was speaking Romanian but luckily I spoke close enough to fluent Romanian to understand what he was saying, including learning the young boy’s name.