Chapter 14
Claira woke up. She looked around, to try to figure out where she was. Claira was sitting on a cold, hard concrete floor. After another moment she realized that her hands and feet were bound together by a bit of cloth. The room was dark, cold, small, and damp. There was a heavy, metal door at the other end of the room.
"I need to stay calm. I can't change into something small... they could be watching me. Just think calmly. Everything will be ok," thought Claira, trying not to panic.
Just then, a guy came in. He looked tall and muscular. But she couldn't tell that easily, because she was somewhat blinded by the sudden flood of light in the room. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she noticed the guy looked rather nice. He had long, black hair. His bangs covered his light, blue eyes. The guy had pale, white skin and most of his clothes were black. He looked as if he was a teenager-young adult maybe? She wasn't able to tell. He looked behind him through the door, as if making sure that no one was there, as he shut the door.
When he did close the door, it was dark again. Though Claira could see a dark outline of the person go towards the wall. She had heard a click and quickly afterwards the room filled with light.
"I'm sorry for taking you here," he said, in a hushed, soft tone.
She tried to speak, but that was when she realized her mouth was duct taped together, so it was useless to try to talk.
He reached up and turned off a camera that was in a corner of the room. That's when Claira noticed what was in his other hand. A needle. Her eyes widened and fear ran up her spine. Claira feared needles and despised them. The guy turned to Claira and noticed the look of fear in her face.
"What is it?" he asked. His voice was almost angelic but had a confused tone to it. Claira wanted to tell him but she couldn't.
He realized the duct tape on her mouth after a moment. He started to walk to her. Claira's eyes widened even more and she backed into the wall even more.
"It's fine. I'm... Oddly enough... Not the bad guy," he said, in a soothing voice, noticing her backing into the wall.
He kneeled down in front of her and whispered softly, "Don't scream. This might hurt a bit."
He grabbed one side of the duct tape. Then he ripped the tape off, going slowly at her lips trying to be careful to not hurt her, but then quickly ripped the rest of the duct tape off quickly after passing her lips.
She closed her eyes tightly in pain. Claira wanted to scream but the person told her not to. She took a deep breath in the out, calming herself. Then Claira opened her eyes and stared at the person. It took a moment for her to realize that he still had the needle in his hand. She wanted to back away from him more, but couldn't.
"Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you," he said, his voice still soothing. "What is making you so scared?" he continued.
"N-needle," Claira squeaked, not able to say anything farther from her fear.
He got up and placed the needle at the other side of the room and then sat down in front of Claira, criss-cross style. He smiled at her, trying his best to keep her calm.
"W-what is your n-name?" Claira asked, stumbling over her words, finally thinking of something to say.
He laughed a little and answered, "My name is Alexander. Though... My friends call me Angel. I don't know why though."
"I'm Claira," she said, finally starting to calm down and trust him.
"I already knew that," he said, laughing.
Claira stared at him confused and asked, "How do you know my name?"
Angel scooted closer to Claira and whispered, "I was the one who was stalking you and Zimed."
Claira's eyes widened, "So... That... Was you?"
He looked down, frowned, and said, "I was forced to... They threatened me and my family."
She stared at Angel, shocked. She didn't know what to say.
"So you're the good guy among bad guys basically?" Claira asked, finally finding words to say.
"Yes. Exactly," Angel said, "I'm trying to help you and Zimed though. This... I was forced to do. But I'm going to help you get out of here."
"Why did they force you to do this?" Claira asked.
"So they can lure Zimed here," he answered.
"But- Why?" she asked, getting more confused.
Angel paused for a moment, then said, "Because... They know he is hiding something... And want to know what."
"So you weren't following me?" she asked.
"No," he answered, simply.
Claira relaxed a little. But then a thought came to her. Zimed...
"Umm... You probably shouldn't have kid-napped me... Zimed is pretty protective of me... He's going to try to find you... Who knows what he'd do to you," Claira said, a hint of concern in her voice.
"... That's their plan..." Angel said.
Claira froze. The thought of Zimed being captured almost brought tears to her eyes. She couldn't let that happen.
"How are you going to get me out of here?" Claira asked.
"When the time comes... Just listen to my instructions. You'll get out of here... I promise," Angel said.
He got up and grabbed the needle. Her eyes went wide, as she stared at the needle.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to use this. I can't stand hurting someone like that," Angel said and he left the room.
