Walls

Chapter 6

'She stabbed Ducky.'
'I know, I know.'
'She stabbed Ducky.'
'I know.'
'Darius. She stabbed someone. We can't trust her.'
'She was being dragged out a window! May I remind you that you did the exact same thing? I still have a scar, Liv!'
'Whatever. It's different.'
'How's it different? You were both acting on instinct. You were both being smart!'
' 'Smart' my ass! She-No, get Bo get Bo--'

I felt something heavy and fuzzy jump onto me. Something warm and clammy brushed against my arm. Then again, and again. I languidly opened my eyes for a split second to find a-

  A dog? What?

  A beautiful little border collie had positioned himself on top of me on what seemed to be a good-sized bed and was licking my arm. What? I made a noise that I ment to be 'what', but I ended up changing to 'huh'. Probably sounded like 'whuh?'.

'And she's awake. Because of your dog. Now she'll kill us all. Great job, Darius.'

I opened my eyes fully. I was laying on a fairly-sized bed in a small room with light grey walls, plus only a bedside table and an old chair in the corner. Two people stood beside the bed, one girl and one guy. The girl looked exasperated, and the latter was smiling. I sat up, staring at the both of them. My arms felt limp and weak. The dog was still licking me happily.

'Well, you didn't kill us all, did you, Liv?' The guy smirked and turned to face me. He had eyes the colour of the sun seen from underwater. His hair was short and black, and greying a little bit at the sides. It was messy, as if he had just rolled out of bed and ran his fingers through it. He had a greying 5 O'Clock shadow-thing going on. He was very able-bodied for his age (which seemed to be late-ish forties), he seemed very friendly and was about six feet tall. He walked forwards a little.

'Sorry for waking you.' He smiled, 'My name's Darius. I'm kind of in charge here. I-'

'So you brought me here.' At that moment, I had realized just what had happened to me before at school. Rage rushed over me in waves. I sat up straighter. 'You drugged me and you kidnaped me. You took me away from my friends and my family to- to-' I looked around to find any sort of hint as to where I actually was. There were no windows, no pictures, no noise. Darius showed no sign of surprise at my sudden change of mood, but he called the dog over to him.

'You wouldn't recognize this place, trust me. Nobody does.' The girl stepped forwards. She was wearing an old leather jacket and combat boots. I also noticed a glint of silver from inside her jacket sleeve, I had a pretty good guess as to what it was. Her slick black hair was in a high pony tail (completely unrelated, but her eyeliner was very on-point). 'Call me Liv.' She extended her hand to shake. I returned the gesture wearily, keeping my eyes on the door. If the guy in charge-Darius-could move a little more to the right...

Darius moved to the left, blocking my clear passage to the door. 'Can you stand?' he asked simply. Can I stand?

'Probably.' I answered gruffly. Whatever they'd drugged me with was pretty powerful, my arms were still kind of numb. I don't even know how long I've been asleep.

Liv gestured to me, then Darius, then the door. She then patted Darius on the shoulder and left. For the few seconds that the door was open, the voices of at least six dozen people could be heard. A brighter light shone into the room momentarily.

Darius bent down and started to pet the dog. 'I know that this is all very overwhelming, but we are truly doing you a favour. Now please, if you could come this way-' He stood up straight and walked over to the door, the dog following close behind him.

I guess I have no where else to go. I may as well at least see where I've been brought to, I thought quickly as I attempted to lift my legs of the side of my bed. They were heavy and almost limp, but I could walk. And there was no way that I'd get help from my freaking kidnaper.

I lumbered over to the door where Darius stood, smiling, his hand on the doorknob. 'I'll try to explain everything on the way down.'.