The Diaries of The Secret Keeper

Part 1: Chapter 2

A/N: Sorry this chapter is short. I would love to know what you think of the story even if it's criticism! Criticism helps. Enjoy!

Moving, the gray was moving. My sanity was something I doubted long ago, but this was insanity. The door, that hadn't been opened in nine hundred and fifteen days, excluding the metal window for delivering food, slid open. The metal squealed creating painfully loud noises, snapping me out of my trance. I stood with my back against the wall opposite of the door, apprehensively waiting to see who or what came through.

The light that flooded my cell burned my eyes. I had grown used to the meager light provided by my window, anything brighter than that felt like my eyes were being set on fire. A loud flood of noise raced through the open door, it sounded like chaos. I was physically shaking, waiting with nervous anticipation. Maybe this was the day I finally got to know why I was here or maybe this was the day that they finally killed me.

There were people. I hadn't seen any in what seemed like forever. I had moments when the silence was infinite, when the food was delayed a couple of days, or the screams lasted longer than usual, moments when I believed I was the only one left. I drunk in the sight of them greedily, the sight of another human. I wasn't alone.

Three men walked in. One man took the lead with other two men behind him. They had to be his back up. A support team to step in if there was any trouble, but they hung behind him as if waiting for his orders.

The first man was fairly young probably in his twenties. He had ruffled, unnatural looking black hair, and harsh brown eyes that were glaring at me. He was somewhere around six feet, it was hard to tell since he was hunched down to fit in my cell. He was toned, his entire body covered in sharp edges of lean muscles as if he had been through intense training. By all rights he was intimidating, but the only thing I was interested in was the hand gun he had pointed at my head. It spoke volumes about my mental state that the excitement I felt at seeing another person didn't even flicker at the sight of the gun. If he was here to kill me, at least I saw another human before I died, anything was better than the isolated grayness. A part of me wanted to reach out and touch him see if he was really here, to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. The smarter part of me kept me still, if this was a hallucination I wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible.

His arm was steady un-moving, as he examined me for 154 seconds. I counted them out individually in my head as I tried to keep my focus on him, ignoring the other two who also had their guns pointed at me, which wasn't slightly worrying. But with every passing second the chance that they were here to execute me diminished.

Strangely enough I wasn't panicking, it felt like I had been in this type of situation before. What unsettled me the most was I really didn't seem scared at the prospect of getting shot or killed. Had the years in the cell worn me down that much? Another unsettling thought was the nauseating feeling I had at their close proximity to me. After all these years, had I lost the ability to be around people?

They seemed to be expecting hostility or a fight. I was pretty confident I was good at fighting, they were three which lowered my chances, avoiding a fight would probably be in my best interest. A small part of me whined at my decision, the thought of a fight was strangely appealing.

He glared at me for another minute and 35.2 seconds before lowering his gun. The other two looked surprised, once I focused on them I realized they were identical. They both had dark skin, black hair hair and dark brown eyes. They had the same posture, the same face, the same everything. So General Zod 2.O and gun happy twins, perfect.

They were standing silently, shifting. The twins gazes were restless constantly surveying the small cell, occasionally their eyes flicked towards the hallway almost inadvertently. Why were they anxious?

The glances towards the door, the nervousness, their expectation of hostility, the slowly increasing sounds of chaos filtering through the open cell door. . .

They weren't supposed to be here, it fit in perfectly with the commotion. They were infiltrating the prison. I didn't really know what to do with the information, scream? How would that help? They seemed significantly nicer than the people who originally captured me, although my bias was evident in the calculation. My mentality was hostile interaction was better than forced isolation.

"Well aren't you going to talk?" asked General Zod taking charge of the situation. I blinked rapidly, shocked at being addressed directly. His voice was rough aggressive, but it sounded like music to my ears. I cleared my throat; it was unnaturally dry even though I had practiced talking an hour before. I was shaken at the thought of actually speaking, talking to another person seemed daunting after years of silence.

"T..t.talk?" I asked confused. I silently cursed my new found stutter, it sounded helpless. I mentally berated myself for speaking without carefully considering my answer. I was so excited at the prospect of human interaction even hostile ones, I was careless with my response. He blinked twice, as though he was taken back by my stupidity.

"Why do they always think playing stupid is going to help them?" He snapped seemingly talking to the happy twins.

"Help me?" Again I was an idiot, but my voice came out stronger this time. I felt the edges of my personality solidifying for the first time in years I was a real person. I was slightly offended at his comment but I didn't voice my discontent after all he was heavily armed and there were other more pressing issues at hand.

I had an inkling that I dealt with people like them before. The type of people that weren't sure what to do with me but still wanted to feel like they were in control. Hostile but hesitant to start a fight. It made me feel a bit more confident about my current situation. It soothed my anxious thoughts and gave me time to really appreciate the presence of other people, the sound of their breaths, the space they took up in my cell.

He narrowed his eyes at me. His gaze was calculating, trying to determine if I was acting or not.

"You're saying you have no idea where you are? Or why you're here?" He asked acidly. I decided not to lie, in my dehydrated, sleep-deprived state I doubted it would be convincing or that it was necessary in the first place. I had no useful information, which put me in a vulnerable position, but it also made me less of a threat.

I shook my head vigorously. When I stopped the world was slowly spinning around me, I blinked trying to clear the dizziness from shaking my head so hard.

He seemed to disregard my hesitance analyzing me for any indication of a lie.

I shifted uncomfortably as he observed me, it was strange to be the target of such intense focus. His gaze was critical as he took a step towards me, I involuntarily flinched back. His stature was more intimidating the closer he got, I felt my nerves fray as he looked me over carefully. I felt strangely naked as though he was starting at me under a microscope, like I was a specimen waiting to be dissected. I was suddenly aware of every breath I took.

"W-what?" I asked, trying to funnel my discomfort into annoyance as he continued to stare.

He ignored my question, the twins shifted anxiously eyes fluttering to the door. I flinched back as he got closer. I didn't mean to cower but I found my self hunching my shoulders, folding into myself. The closer he got the smaller I tried to make myself.

He was within a foot before he abruptly came to a stop, my heart was beating wildly in my ears. I heard a faint buzzing in the background as I tried to appear calm. He looked back to the twins, before he turned and left the room, commanding the twins as he left,

"Grab the girl, we'll deal with her later."