Forced To Kill (On Hold For A While)

Chapter 2

I woke up to the shrill ringing of my alarm clock, I glanced over at the numbers on the screen 6:00. I sigh another boring day here we come.

I jumped up  and walked over to the flap in my door, but to my surprise there was no food just a note.

It said:

Dear Eli Imra

You are requested in the Government Court Room at 8:00 AM on the 18th of June. Regarding the whereabouts of your father and your 16th birthday. Please be there at 8 o'clock Sharp, otherwise we will be under the impression that you will not be coming, and will result in your immediate arrest.

Sincerely

Fiona Marks

Head of Half-Breeds Corperation

My father,I don't even know who he is, let alone where he is

As I read it for a second time there was a loud banging on my door "We're leaving in 14 minutes exactly Eli, you better be ready" Raven shouted through the crack in the door.

Of course, I should have known that she would read the letter before me

"OK" I shout back

I walk backwards and sit on my bed just staring at the letter. Maybe finally I will find out who my father is. But why does the government need to know where he is?

I jumped up, glanced at the clock. Shit two minutes till we leave, what should i wear, um um um I danced in front of my wardrobe going through everything. Perfect, a tux, awesome.

"Eli we're leaving" Raven shouted unlocking the padlocks on my door.

"OK coming" I shout

I swear me and Raven are constantly have a shouting match..

As soon I opened the door she grabbed my forearm with a vice grip, pinching the skin "come on" she growls "I don't want any funny business, otherwise bad things will happen" she dragged me along the the gravel driveway, and through the gates. I gasped, it was so beautiful out here, orchards, wide open fields but that glimpse of freedom was cut short by Raven hurling me into the back of a van, handcuffing me to a metal ring welded into the steel floor,forcing me to lie down with my face cheek against the floor, and getting into the front of the van, she swivels in her seat turning to face me, "If they ask you anything about your father, say nothing, say you don't know. I'll explain it all later. Ok?"

"Ok" I mumble against the floor

"Good" she turns back around and the van rumbles to life, she flattens to gas pedal, and we roar down the road, she deliberatly goes over every single bump she can find and on every bump, my face bangs against the steel floor. After about an hour of driving the van halts.

"We're here"