The Alliance Archive

Captured.

HIIII! I'm hungry. . .

I groaned and opened my eyes, a terrible ache in my back. Probably from laying on the cold, steel table. "Well, you're awake. I was worried that Butler might have used the wrong dart." A voice rang out from the darkness. I shivered and tried to bring my arms and legs closer to my body, but alas, they were chained to the table. "Speechless, are we?" He asked. Genius.

"Get away from me!" I screamed, knowing the voice I was hearing belonged to him, the boy.  "And why am I chained up?" I growled. I could easily hear his dark chuckle from the darkness. "I know you, I don't know from where. . ." I whispered.

"Ah! So, do you remember it all, or just a bit?" He asked. I stared intently into the darkness. Echolocation. . . I clicked my tongue and the room lit up. How the hell. . . "Do you remember?" He repeated? I just ignored him, clicking my tongue over, watching him. "What are you doing?" He finally snapped after about three minutes.

"You. You are in for a real treat when Syd finds me!" I barked. "Now, let me go, and you won't get your wimp self hurt. Okay?" I asked bitterly. He flinched at the insult.

"So, you really don't remember. I thought, maybe. . . " He muttered. There was a hint of something in his voice. Sadness. "Never mind. And nothing will happen to me, I have a Butler. Oh, and before I go. I want Bir- I mean, Syd, to come here. It's all a part of my plan."

(A/N I was tempted to end it there, but I had more ideas!!!! LMOL!)

The boy left. I didn't know his name, where he lived, or where I was. This could possible end badly. . . I shook my head and turned to examine the rope that chained me to the cold, steel metal table. They were about an inch thick and they were starting to dig into my wrists. "Why does he need to chain me up when he can just put me in a locked room?" I pondered.

"Because you'll escape."

"Wha-" I stared, looking around the seemingly empty room, before getting cut off by an invisible and covering my mouth. "Gmmmm Awhammm!" I tried to scream. What I was trying to say was 'Get away!' but the attacker pressed her hand harder on my mouth.

"Stop trying to bit me! I'm here to help you!" She hissed. I froze. "And no, I'm not Bir- Syd." Why was everyone calling Syd, Birch?! "Now, I'm going to remove my hand. Don't scream and don't try anything stupid." She advised. I did as she told.

"Who are you?" I whispered, barely moving my lips as I talked.

"Holly Short. You might remember me." She explained as she started pulling on the rope at my arm. Then, another flash of a memory came.

There was a flash of neatly combed hair in the crowd. It disappeared as fast as it came. I looked at Syd, wondering if she had seen it also. She nodded, knowing my question before I said it.

     "Do you think?" I asked.

     "How? I mean how could he?" We didn't say what we new was all to real. Some how he had found us. But how?

     I nodded. "Yeah, it's impossible he could have found us and is over there somewhere. Watching us, listening to our every word. . . " I stopped talking. The more I said, the more real it became. Someone passed by and I saw him, just for a second.

     "Syd! I saw him! He was sitting at a table, not paying us any attention. He was talking to a really short person with auburn hair. Very sharp facial feathers." I explained. She nodded. I looked at Syd. There was something about the girl. It was like I. . . "Knew her!" I shrieked.

"Stella!"

My eyes flew open at Holly's words. "What?!" I screamed back. "Wait, what?" I asked, quietly of course. "Sorry!" I giggled to myself for no reason.