Removed.

Found.

Thanks for reading and sorry if you've been waiting. I just got out of school so I've been lazy and have spent my time on Netflix or with my friends.

Anyways, here's the second chapter. I'm not quite sure where all of this is going at the moment, but it's fun writing it. Enjoy and thanks again :)

Chapter Two: Found.

Before I could utter a word, and before my mind registered what was happening, the man had quickly crossed the room, roughly grasped my forearm, and hurled me to my feet. Stumbling, my legs burning from the effort of keeping my body aloft, I threw my hands out to grasp anything to keep balance. My hands collided into something soft but solid, and icy cold.

Tendrils of ice seemed to grip my shoulders as two white hands pushed me back effortlessly from their owner. I looked up into the hard face of... of her. I don't know how, but somehow I knew this woman. She was eerily familiar, yet I could not put a name to the chiseled face in front of me.

In today's standards, perhaps any standards, she would be considered beautiful. Well-defined cheekbones, ruby lips, porcelain skin, and a dainty nose projected the femininity of her being, yet even with the long, flowing blonde hair and curves any woman would be jealous of, there was a startlingly cold aura surrounding her. Intense eyes of flinty steel bore into mine, seeming to pierce straight through my skull to my brain.

"You're awake," she said simply, her voice emotionless. She paused for a moment, her gaze unsettling as she scanned my body roboticly, her face giving nothing away.

"Gaaron, escort our guestto the chambers and have Dr. Frawley fix that arm," she addressed the man over my shoulder. A gruff grunt was the response. Visibly satisfied, she returned her attention to me, "I will return for your examination."

With that, she spun around in one fluid motion and glided gracefully out into the hallway.

I opened my mouth and attempted to call after her retreating form, but the dry chasm that was my throat only released a dry cough. "Wait-" I called softly after her, but it was too late.

I felt a rough, callused hand grip my shoulder, a welcome warmth after the shock of the woman's frigid grasp. Without a word the man led me out of my room- or my prison cell- and out into the bright hallway. I was too weak to resist, so I decided to take in as much information as possible.

The hallway was illuminated by flaming torches lining the hallway, and the ground was a smooth, gray stone. There were no windows, a common theme, and as we walked I noticed unmarked doors come and pass. Passages winded from either side, the ending nowhere in sight. Our footsteps echoed, the only audible noise besides a distant trickle of water.

It appeared that we were alone.

An endless amount of time had seemed to pass, yet the man beside me was showing no signs of stopping. He was well-built, but he was not handsome. His face had a Neanderthal resemblance, his face in a permanent scowl. Scars scattered across his arms, and a jagged cut slashed from the top of his hairline and curved down to the right of his mouth. Yep, he was one intimidating dude.

Suddenly he stopped, reaching his arm out and blocking my path. He grunted, which I assumed translated to "stop".

"What's behind the door?" I chocked out. He simply gave me a withering look, grunted again, and opened the door. He walked in without glancing back, and I followed. There was nowhere else for me to go; hopefully someone or something in here could give me answers.

Inside contained the typical torches on the walls, no windows; the room about the size of the one I had come from. However, taking up the room was a multitude of cabinets and tables with various containers and mysteriously labelled bottles. One corner of the room also contained a bookshelf, but instead of my barren one, this was overflowing with ancient, thick leather-bound books.

There were two chairs: a man was sitting in one, his back to us at the moment- the other was empty. The man- I'm assuming the doctor- seemed to be filling a needle with an opaque liquid.

Now was when I expected the man to turn around dramatically in his chair, laughing maniacally, welcoming me to his lair. However, when the chair turned around the man who faced me was the total opposite of what I expected.

Holy shit. He was hot as hell. He could have been the new Brad Pitt or Channing Tatum.

He was tan, despite the presumed fact that we are indeed underground, and his body was almost as athletic as the man who brought me here, Gaaron's. His hair was a rich brown, and as our eyes connected I noticed that they were a forest green. If it wasn't for the fact that I was underground who-knows-where kidnapped for some unknown reason, I would be completely drooling for this guy.

But, circumstances made it so that I was in an unknown room with two strange men, and I needed answers.

Up until now my mind had been slightly hazy, so the brevity of the situation had not sunk in. Now, I was slightly angry.

That was an understatement. I was pissed.

"Where the hell am I!? Who are you? Why the hell am I here?? Ugh!" As I was screaming at the doctor, an amused smile had crept on his face, and then I felt strong arms from behind lift me effortlessly and place me into the empty chair.

"Relax," a smooth voice assured me as I felt a sharp prick go into my arm. I looked down in shock, seeing the shine of the needle protruding from my skin.

I glared dumbfounded at the sexy stranger, and was about to unleash some choice words but he beat me to it.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but we can't have our newest experiment getting worked up again, can we? I can't exactly say where you are-" he glanced at Gaaron, who only grunted in agreement, "but you can call it The Directory. Welcome to home". He beamed at me, and began to dress my wound.

"This may sting a little," he said, a small frown of concentration crossing his face as he pressed a saturated cloth onto my forearm.

I felt nothing. I briefly wondered if I should tell him this, but my mind was strangely fuzzy. What had he I injected me with?

My eyes drifted close despite my fervid attempts at keeping them open.

"Oh, hello ma'am. I wasn't expecting you to come so early. She should be ready in a few more minutes," the smooth voice turned from me to somewhere behind me. I strained to turn my head, but it seemed to be lead; I could not move.

Panicking, I attempted to fling out my arms or legs or something- but it was no use. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was piercing gray eyes, and a strange smile on the familiar woman's face.

"Time for your examination, Number 12564".