That Summer Day

22

The GPS on Blake's phone is always on, unfortunately today is a different day. I can't track his location which means, I can't follow where he is. I tried going back to the Voltaire's mansion in hope that they'll allow me, but nothing. I was immediately stopped by a whole army of guards. Like, what is even in there? Is it so dangerous that they won't let me in? Why would Blake make me go back to our hometown when he knows how much I wanted to see Cassy in the first place?

All of this thoughts was still running inside my mind and I am literally going crazy in this hotel room. Nothing that belongs to Blake was left here that I could use as a clue or something that can be my lead. I had no idea what to do, and half of me really wants to start investigating now!

I was then snapped out of my thoughts by a gentle knock on the door. "Room service!" I don't remember asking for one, but what do I expect of New York. Maybe the staffs that works in this 5 star hotel doesn't need to be told what to do. So, I opened the door expecting to see a nice old lady with her stuffs that she uses for cleaning, but it was a totally different story. Once I opened the door, a man suited in a whole black apparel covered my nose and mouth with a chemical infused napkin.

As anyone would do, I tried to fight back and kept myself from inhaling the poison. I almost got out of the man's grip, but I just couldn't take it anymore. Sooner than I know,  I breathed in and my eyelids started to close as the drug worked its way on me.

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Light began to seep into my eyes as my hearing came back slowly. I saw myself inside a moving vehicle, sat in between two muscular guys in a black overall suit. "What is going on?!" I asked trying to stay calm but my voice showed the panic I'm feeling inside. "I believe Blake told you to leave New York." One of the men beside me said. I gave him no answer, not even a nod for noticing what he just said. "There's a reason why he wanted you to leave." Still I remained quiet. The car then came to a stop in front of another mansion and the men who took me, placed a blindfold in my eyes as they led me to wherever I was meant to go.

"Sit down!" Another voice came as I managed to sat myself in a hard, cold chair. My blindfold was then removed as my eyes started to adjust to the darkness of the room. "Where am I?"

"I believe you don't ask questions here."

I shut my mouth not letting another word go out as I waited for what comes next. "Hello Mr. Holt." A flash of light then filled the area blurring my vision of the man that just arrived. "Its been a long time since I last saw you." I tried to make up of the shadow my eyes are seeing, but then, a drug was injected to me making me fall into another deep sleep.