Alpha Alden ✔️

Chapter Five

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~Kezziah

I've never been so mortified in my life.

Sitting all around me, in some kind of compact arena, are hundreds of people. Each of them stare at me, no words said. The lights around me are low, but a spotlight hangs directly on me, being close to blinding me. And all I wear in a thin paper dress, which leaves my legs and arms bare.

The piercing sound of a microphone assaults my ears. "The newest addition to Alden's experiment, subject #062"

The light almost seems to get brighter. I notice people glance down, faces blank as they write down something on an unknown surface. The voice coming from speakers above me sounds rather animated and excited. What have I been dragged into?

"This ones a fighter. Alden has put in a personal search for her after his own warriors failed to capture her after a year," they say.

Where are they getting this information for? It was longer than a year, however, these people don't need to know that. Whatever is happening, it sounds like the are selling me off to whoever in this crowd is a willing bidder. Sermon didn't explain this to me earlier when she briefed me. At least the shock of this all has stolen the effects of pill away from me.

I need to escape.

"Oh! This is quite a shock," the announcer says. I was just about to make a dash into the darkness, hoping to find an exit, but I stop in my tracks. "It seems someone has put an overwhelming private bid in."

I was right. This is an auction, and I'm the prize on the table. I need to get out of here right now. Looking around, there's nothing but darkness in front of me, before the audience in the seats above me. With nothing to lose, I stumble into the darkness. Immediately, however, someone grabs my arms, wrestling me back into the spotlight.

"It doesn't seem as though we have anymore interested bidders. Subject #062 is sold!"

All of a sudden, in arms are grabbed again, and I'm dragged away. Before I can scream in protest, hoping some sympathetic civilian would help me, a cloth is shoved into my mouth, and another is tied around my eyes. Still weak from the pill, I can't help but be completely useless in defending myself.

I'm dragged mercilessly through many more doors again. What happens now? Am I sold and now I'm leaving this place? They could be taking me back to the room I was originally in, but something feels off. My bare feet notice the touch of plush carpet underneath me when we finally stop, and I'm let go.

Someone pulls the cloth from my eyes, and I pull the other fabric out of my mouth, tossing it to the ground.

I'm in a small office room. The two men who had taken me here had backed off to stand by the door, leaving me standing there. A sturdy mahogany desk stands in front of me, and on the other side of it, a man, with his feet propped on the surface.

An immortal.

I've learnt how to decider an immortal from a mortal. It's rather easy, to be honest. Because an immortal is the most foreign looking person you will ever see. And the man staring back at me, eyes as blank as a slate, is an immortal. I would bet my own life on it.

His smile is feline. I'm unsure if that's malice in his expression, or amusement. As normal as his eyes may seem, they reflect something strange and unknown. Something I'm too scared to investigate. His hair is dark, aside from the strange roots which grow golden, before fading into ebony at the ends. But nothing is more terrifying as his expression.