The Tower

Jake

BANG!

What was that? Is it coming this way? How do I know I'm not going to die? Oh, I don't...

"Hello?! Is anyone around at all? Anyone thinking of saving an innocent, thirteen year old boy around now?" He ruffled his dirty blond hair, pushing it out of his eyes, and started banging on the walls. For the past hour and a half he had been sat, awake, in what he now knew was a containment chamber, a disorientating one. The white walls, ceiling and floor created the illusion that you were nowhere, nothing around you, just an empty void, waiting to engulf you...

But Jake Taylor knew that now, and he wasn't afraid anymore, just interested. Why was he in here? What did he do? What was done to him? How did he do it? When was it done? All these questions whizzed round his mind as he sat in silence starting at the small, well disguised hatch in the bottom right corner of the left hand wall, to where he was sat. The cogs in his brain had started turning.

A food hatch, it must be, what else would they have a hatch for? The room was also ventilated, he could breath, he wasn't dead, it was ventilated. So they wanted to keep him alive, he must be valuable, or in danger, maybe both. But why a disorientation chamber? He wasn't to know where he was, why? Would someone find out through him? Someone knew who he was. Someone wanted to know where he was. Someone wanted to know where to find him, and it looked like they had succeeded.

"Please anyone! I'm in the disorientation chamber and I can't get out! Well, obviously, but still there's danger out there! I need to help!" he was thumping the walls by this point; tears in his eyes and trickling down his cheeks.

Tap tap tap. "Hello?"

Hello Jake Taylor. I see you are quite a clever boy. They know that too, and so do you. After all, that's why you came to Clarisa4530's meeting tonight, am I right? I know I am.

The voice in his head continued speaking; he started stepping away form the wall. Mykie? C4530? These names he recognised but had no recollection of their relevance to him, and his life. Something deep was going on, something dangerous, it sounded like this Mykie was in trouble. He could do nothing.

So you're going to sit tight and wait while my troops clear up the place, and then I'll have you transported to see me, and tell me your findings, okay?

"Yes ma'am." He sat cross-legged on the floor, a worried look spread across his face, he was in trouble, too deep to get out of.