These Dark Abilities #NaNoWriMo

Two

With this chapter I was a little rushed. I need to rewrite the entire explanation of the world they live in. I have some good stuff in here too, though. Hopefully that makes up for the really bad dialogue. I am so bad at dialogue.

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The world stayed black all night. I was used to a bit of light at all times, but as we drove down the endless rode, going who knows where, no city lights flashed through the windows. There were no billboards, no gas stations, and no restrooms.

After I had heard the same song play five times, through a playlist that seemed endless, I began to move around. For the most part they had been ignoring me, except for the occasional glance back. My throat was parched, my teeth were aching from the rag, and my skin was rubbed raw from chafing against the coarse material.

Casey looked back in the mirror with a grimace. "I had almost managed to forget you were back there." She growled.

Mason unbuckled and slipped between the seats. He bent down and pulled out a knife from his pocket. My eyes widened and I tried to move across the floor. The van hit a pothole and I was thrown against his knee.

"Chill, I'm just cutting the rope off." He sliced the ones around my wrist in a single chop. The gag was harder, since a mistake would prove to be a little more difficult to handle. After a couple scratches along my cheek, he finally managed to get it. I scrambled away from him as soon as I was free. My back was pushing against the trunk now.

"What are you guys going to do with me?" I asked, my voice shaking with fear.

"We're not going to do anything with you. We're trying to help you." He sat cross legged, his head leaning against the seat behind him. "How old are you?"

"Thirty-three."

The car screeched, weaving across the other lane. I let out a shriek, sure we were about to land in the ditch. Casey straightened it out before looking back at me. "You're thirty-three?"

"Is that a problem?"

"Mason, she's old. Are we sure that we're right about her?" She pulled over to the gravel side. The car crunched over the gravel, coming to a stop several inches away from a drop into the rough terrain.

"I'm old? What are you, traffickers?" I could imagine the two naive-looking teens luring people into cars before driving them to a higher boss. Only, they hadn't lured me, they had fought me. I was in here because I didn't know how to defend myself against a couple of kids.

Mason started to crack his knuckles. Once they were all done, he pulled off his shoes and started cracking his toes. I watched him with curiosity. He didn't look up or even acknowledge my question until he couldn't crack his joints anymore. "The reason we took you is because you're special, like us."

"Special as in psychotic?" The biting retort slipped out before I could pull it back. I stopped breathing, waiting for him to lash out.

"Special as in you can do things that no one else can, Well, no one except for us and a few others."

"Like what?" I had never wanted my phone so bad. I needed to call someone. Chances of me escaping this without any marks was small.

"Have you ever had the urge to kill someone?"

The question came out of the blue. I looked from Mason to Casey, waiting for them to laugh. Neither did. Casey was biting her nails. She was wearing a hot pink sweater and the sleeves were pulled up to her knuckles. Mason picked at some ling on his jeans.