Treason

Two

I woke up with a jolt, feeling an instant head rush. I groaned as my brain felt like it was swimming in my head. I rubbed my forehead and slowly opened my eyes. Everything was blurred, a mix between green and brown. My eyes finally focused and I scrambled away from the drop off in front of me as fast I could. It seemed to be at least 100 feet deep. Yeah, don't want to fall down that.

A glance to my surroundings told me I was lost, trees spread as far as my eyes could see in every direction. Where the hell am I? A shiver runs down my spine as I remember the chilling words my mom told me. They will come for you. What if this was it?

What if they had finally come to get their revenge? I start panicking, swiveling my head back and forth, as if I expected someone to jump out from behind the trees and yell, BOO! I strain my ears, trying to pick up on any little sound, I'm meant with silence. Taking a deep breath, I slowly get to my feet. Whew. No head rush, I can do this. As I begin to take a step forward into the woods, I catch a blur of movement to the right. Spinning around quickly, I seek out the culprit.

Damn these trees, I can't see anything! Maybe it was just my imagination, maybe I'm hallucinating, wouldn't surprise me. I don't think it was though, and I'm definitely not taking anymore chances now that I've been attacked and drugged and taken to this strange, serene world.

"Who's there?" I call out impulsively, stupid stupid stupid! Why did I call out? Now he or she knows exactly where I am. Gosh, I'm such an imbecile. Since I've already given away my position, I decide to keep talking. Who knows? Maybe they can help. Oh how naive you are, Melissa, after being attacked, drugged, kidnapped, transported to a place you don't know, you still can't believe that the person out in the woods might be dangerous. Sweet little innocent Melissa. Hmmm... Hallucinating? Check. Talking to myself? Check. Being an idiot? Check. Yup, I think I've got a good case of insanity.

"Who are you?" I yell blindly into the camouflage. I get a low chuckle in response to my left, and I whip around so fast I almost fall over. My breathing is becoming more audible my the second and I'm pretty sure my heart is pounding in my ears.

"Didn't your parents ever warn you not to talk to strangers?" A deep voice inquires, just as a talk lanky figure steps out from behind a tree. When he steps forward into the sunlight all I can see is choppy, midnight black hair laying haphazardly on his head and in his face. He obviously hasn't had a proper haircut in a while. Deep, chocolate eyes peer at me intensely from underneath his long black lashes. His eyes look me over and I feel myself cringe visibly as he slowly drags his eyes back up to meet mine. A lopsided smile makes it's way onto his face. Gosh, he's gorg- wait what? No! He's not gorgeous. He's a stranger.

A very fine looking stranger. Oh god, what is wrong with me.

"Looks like we've got a newbie," he drawls out. A newbie? What the hell does that mean?

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I voice out loud. He takes an intimidating step forward and I automatically take two back.

"It means, newbie, that you're Treason's newest resident."

Treason? My heart stops beating and tense up. The place where they house criminals ranging from psychotic serial killers, to sneaky thieves, to sick rapists. I do NOT belong here. I am a law abiding citizen. A goody two shoes for that matter. So then why am I here? Why did someone orchestrate a plane to kidnap me just to have me get killed by the crazies in here. Unless they want me for something.

Which means I would need an escort, hence the hunky boy in front of me. Still smiling so widely it looked like it hurt.

"You know you're kind of beautiful, in an unconventional way," he breaks the silence, startling me.

"Um, thanks?" And now I'm vocally impaired, I have to act tough. Like I could handle myself here, so I do won't come across as fragile and weak. I need to have a backbone if I plan to get out of here alive. Because no matter how handsome the boy grinning at me is, he's a criminal. A criminal who deserves to be here. I need to watch his every move. I can't ever trust him.

"I'm Daniel by the way, newbie," He waves at me impishly. And damn it, but for the life of me I cannot contain the smile threatening to show.

Not trusting him is going to be harder than I thought.