Kidnapped by the Assassin

Chapter 3

         

Alex awoke feeling groggy and achy. She sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly. When she pulled her hands away and opened her eyes, she froze. She wasn't in her bedroom. Her bedroom didn't have horrible flower pattern wallpaper or a large brown wooden door. Her walls were green and her door was white. Her room didn't have a small TV on a stand in front of it or the most uncomfortable bed she's ever lied on. She looked beside her and saw a small table with three legs, one of them wobbly, she discovered as it tipped every now and again. Their was a small comment notepad on it, with Motel 5 written across the top. She looked around again and spotted another door and a window. She walked over and pulled the curtains back. She saw parking lot and road. Nothing more, nothing less. After shutting the curtains, she tried to open the door, only to find it locked. She suddenly remembered everything. The intruder, the fire, her parent's, being kidnapped-

She backed away from the door and made her way to the one across from her. She turned the knob and saw a bathroom inside. Thankfully, it was clean. Not crystal, but clean enough if she touches anything she wouldn't get herpes. She looks around the bathroom, finding towels and soap. She sighs and closes the door, stripping out of her clothes. She stops when she realizes she's still wearing her bra and panty set. She groans.

"This is great! I get kidnapped and I look like I'm a stripper. Just great." She muttered to herself. She pulled off each skimpy piece and tossed them on the counter with her other clothes. She turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. It was still freezing when she heard the door open. She widened her eyes and made sure the bathroom door was locked before anything else.

"Where is she?" She heard a voice ask. This voice sounded older, not like the stranger she met.

"Calm down Mike, she's in the shower, I hear the water running. We'll just wait for her to get out." A velvety smooth voice replied. She remembered that voice. It's her kidnapper's voice. She glared at the closed door and hopped into her shower, thankful to find hot water.

The whole time she was in there, she thought about her parents. Were they okay? Were they looking for her? Did the know she was taken? What's going on? Are they in the hospital?

Her shower started to get cold, so her hurriedly grabbed a towel and got out. She looked at her clothes. She despised putting the same underwear back on, but she refused to walk out there with no panties. So, she slipped them on and her t-shirt and sweat pants. She messed with her hair, tying a rubber band she found in it. For not brushing, her hair looked pretty decent. She studied her reflection a few seconds more before she realized she couldn't stall anymore. she wanted answers.

Hesitantly, she opened the door. Both heads turned to look at her. She crossed her arms over her chest and closed the door behind her. In the light, she could see each of their faces. The one was clearly quite a bit older, possibly late forties. He had a full head of hair, slightly graying in some places. He wasn't entirely fit, but he was a large man. He must stand at least six foot three, Alex noted. She cast her gaze to the other one and stiffened. He was gorgeous. His thick golden hair sat like a crown on the top if his head. Like she noticed the night before, nice build. He was a bit leaner, but still somewhat muscly. He was tall as well, she could tell from his long legs stretched out in front of him, for he was sitting. He had dark blue eyes, which was different. They almost looked violet. Alex had never seen anyone with violet eyes. She was instantly drawn to them. She took note of his golden skin and inferred he spent a lot of time outside.

"She has awaken." He spoke. A small smirk player on his lips, showing off a bit of his white teeth. "Well, how are you feeling?"

She glared at the beautiful boy. He can't be much older than her, eighteen maybe. "Where am I?" She hissed. She kept her gaze on the boy while listening to the older man laugh.