The Almost Unreal

Midnight Tea

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Olives pov

My eyelids are heavy, like they were when I awoke from my coma. I strain to open them and blink repeatedly because of the bright lights. I groan and try to hold my hand to my head. My hand is stopped short though. I look down and see my wrists are chained to a wall. I snap awake and pull on the chains.

I suddenly remember the events of last night. Chloroform. He used CHLOROFORM! Oh my god, I've been kidnapped! I've been kidnapped. I yank on the chains, trying to pull them out of the wall. It's no use though, the wall is cement and the chains are like iron or something.

The ruckus awakes a man who was sitting in a chair, asleep. He sits up suddenly, snorting. His baseball cap falls off revealing an unsuspected face. It's Ian! From the HQ.

"IAN?!" I whisper. "You work.... for him?" I hiss.

He looks around confused for a second but then sees me. A grin breaks across his face. "What can I say? I'm a bad boy."

"Well," I say sighing. "At least the flirt in you didn't change." That wasn't a very good thing though.

"At least the sexy in you didn't change," He smirks.

I snort and yank once more at the chains.

"It's no use. You can't escape." he grins.

"You want to bet?" I ask. He raises an eyebrow, telling me yes.

I grab onto the chains and turn to the wall. I put my feet on the wall and push while pulling on the chain. I kick the wall in frustration. I slump my feet to the ground in defeat.

"I told you," he says. He takes out a deck of cards from his jacket pocket and shuffles them.

"You have cards?"

"What else am I suppose to do here?" he sighs.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you working for him?" I ask. He looks at me and sudden anger flashes through him.

"I liked it better when you were asleep. At least then you couldn't cock block me." He says, still angry. He shakes it off and asks, "Do you want to see a magic trick?"

I see no other form of entertainment so I shake my head yes. He opens the cell door and I suddenly realize how much it looks like a prison in here. He sits in front on me and holds out a fan of cards. He says,

"Pick a card, any card."

I reach out my hand, about to choose one when I realize how easy it would be to attack him. I quickly grab his wrist, twisting it so he had to lay chest to the floor. I pin his arm down and growl,

"Your going to get me out of here or I'm going to rip your arm from it's socket."

I hear a sickening laugh and look up. Bruce is walking a door near where Ian had been sitting a minute ago. He claps his hands and steps into the cell. He leans on the bars and says,

"Interns, what do you do with 'em?"

"Get me out of here, or I'll tear his arm right out of his shoulder." I growl, pulling his arm up.

"Go ahead, I dont care. Oh, but you might want to consider the fact that I have a sniper following Austin everywhere and that, with a push of a button, he will be killed." he says, shrugging like it's nothing.

I huff in defeat, shoving Ian away. He scrambles up and looks at Bruce. He glances at me then, while rubbing his shoulder, hurries out of the room. Bruce stands there for a moment, waiting for me to say something.