They Call Me Cold Hearted

Chapter 13

I stare at the floor until the door opens again. I look up and see two guards. They grab my arm so I don't try to get away and release me from my handcuffs. They take me out of the room I am in and down the hall.

I am not willing, but I go so that I don't get into anymore trouble.

They open another door down the hallway and throw me in.

It is a metal version of the first room I was in. Although it is just one bed, and a toilet instead of a closet.

I sit down on the bed and stare at the wall.

I look up and hear clicking. A slide at the bottom of the door opens and a plate of food is slid through. I look at it solemnly and yawn.

I haven't slept in quite a while.

I lay down on the bed and stretch out.

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I open my eyes to the doorknob shaking. And then the door swings open.

A guard accompanies Dylan, who is handcuffed and looking grumpy.

"What's this?" I ask, rubbing my eye.

"You have a new room mate." The man says angrily. I look at him for a moment.

"Oh." I say. Then my brain begins working and my eyes grow wide. My eyes flick from the single bed to the overly exposed toilet. I stand up, a grimace on my face. "Oh, ho ho, no way." I say.

"Oh, this isn't an option. You're sharing." He says, pushing Dylan into the room. He uncuffs him and leaves. I glare at Dylan.

"They don't like it when people refuse to shoot poor innocent people." He says, frowning.

"You didn't shoot either?" I ask.

"Oh, no, I kept missing the target, and then I asked for second helpings at lunch. Yeah, don't do that." He says.

"We have to get out of here." I say.

"I suppose the breeding job is always hiring." He laughs. I open my mouth in objection, then realize he was joking.

"You don't realize how much I hate you, do you?" I say angrily. He grins.

"I do, I just find some sort of humor in your facial expressions." He says. My face drops and I show no emotion. He stops his grinning and looks at me with an equal look. I walk over to the door and tap it lightly with my finger.

"So I hear you shot that Brady guy." He says. I rest my cheek against the door. The cold steel soothes my skin. "It's the talk of the level. You really got him too, apparently, it penetrated the armor her was wearing." He says. I close my eyes.

"Can you please stop talking? I have had enough of listening." I say, resting my eyes.

"But you can just ignore me." He says.

"No, I can't." I say, opening one eye.

"Just stop listening." He says.

"I can't, I always listen. If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to say that." I open the other eye and look into Dylan's eyes. "And I like how it silences the person with its incredible ring." I say, my face no more than and inch from his. His eyes switch from me to something else. I move away.

"Wouldn't it be easier to just lie and say you always listen, but you don't really?" He asks.

"No, it's a pure word, and when said truthfully, it gives the person aplomb." I say. Dylan stares at me.

"What does that mean?" He asks, still looking at me with a blank look on his face.

"Self assurance, confidence. Don't you listen?" I ask. Then lay on the bed.

"I suppose I will just take the floor." He says, sitting down.

I accept this and go to sleep.

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I wake up to a loud bang. I sit up strait and look around. Same room as before, nothing has changed. I rub my eyes.

"That was such a realistic dream." I mutter to myself.

"What was it about?" Someone asks. I scream out loud as I see Dylan. He looks at me in surprise.

"That wasn't a dream." I say to myself in a hysterical voice.

"Probably not then." Dylan says. I look at him as the door swings open. A guard stands there.

"What's wrong?" He asks, looking ready to fight something.

"Nothing, she just woke up from a nightmare that turned out to be real life." Dylan ends with a sarcastic smile that disappears quickly after he finishes.

"Oh, well, Don't scream next time." The guard relaxes, and then walks out the door. As he closes it, he pauses. "Get ready, you kids are still in trouble." He says, then the door closes with a snap. I glare at Dylan.

After a few minutes, the door opens once again and in hops Brady.

"I have a little business to deal with, Avery, would you so kindly come with me?" He says in a mock kind voice. I raise an eyebrow.

"Do I have to?" I ask.

"Yes." Brady says, clearing his throat. I get off the bed reluctantly and follow him out the door. "And Dylan, stay here until I come back for you." He says. Then leaves. I follow him into the atrium and to the elevator. He hits a button, shaped like an up arrow. What is up? I wonder. We seem very high.

We walk into an atrium with many windows, and glass doors. We walk to them and exit the tower.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"That's none of your concern right now, is it?" He asks. I sigh, annoyed.

"I suppose it is, but since you don't want me to know, then I will just give up on asking." I say. We stop in the center of a dry clearing.

"Stay here for a moment, and if you run, you die." He says, flashing a handgun. I gulp and nod. He walks away and returns perhaps a minute later with two young girls. He pushes one onto her knees and walks behind her. She looks down at the ground. I stare at Brady as he cocks his handgun.

"Let me demonstrate." He says. He points the gun at the sandy blond hair on the girls head. Then pulls the trigger.

My hands fly to my mouth as the little girl falls to the ground. The other screams.

Brady grabs the other one and pushes her down too. She begins crying. He looks at me and stretches his arm to me. I look in his hand and see the gun.

"Your turn." He says. "You are no cold heart, but you should be, so this is me doing you a favor. You will thank me later." He says. I shake me head.

"I don't think so." I say. I grab the gun and cock it, pointing it at him. He takes a breathe and looks angry.

"Don't do this Avery, you will regret it." He says. I smile. More of a smirk actually.

"No, I don't think I will." I say. I begin to squeeze the trigger, but within 0.1 seconds, my elbow is grazing the back of my head and I feel a searing pain in my arm.

"Yes, Avery, I think you will." He says, gritting his teeth. I see the other little girl take one last look at the dead little girl, and then run. I watch as she runs far away. And then pass out.