The Untold (Unedited)

The Masters Mind

Annika's POV
Laughter. Strong, hardy laughter coming from this mystery mans mouth. I stand confused and slightly afraid.

"Mastermind? No. Organizer? Maybe." He responds. Nodding my head I decide against questioning his logic.

"What I mean is I organized the entire kidnapping. The Mastermind behind the plan is waiting for you in the car love."

I freeze. I was seriously hoping this man was the Mastermind. He seems somewhat laid back, and I haven't even met the real Mastermind yet.

I feel someone grab my arm kind of rough and I tense up and pull away instinctively, but quickly give my arm out to him again scared that the move I just pulled will get me in some kind of serious trouble. This time the "organizer" takes my arm much more gently.

"I apologize Annika." The Organizer says. I nod and follow him to what I assume is the car. In a short time we find ourselves near a car which I know because I can slightly see the outline of the vehicle through the black bag. The Organizer helps me into the car and I feel the leather immediately stick to my clammy skin. I hear the door close before I can officially settle my self and almost instantly I hear another door open.

"Hello Annika." I hear someone say beside me. I jump an extreme amount and hit my arm against the door. I had forgot there was going to be another man in the car. Let alone THE man. The Mastermind.

"I apologize dear I didn't mean to frighten you so much, but I'm sure this entire experience has made you a bit jumpy all together hasn't it?"

Nodding I suddenly find myself unable to form a coherent sentence. My mouth had gone dry, my eyes began to water, something that happened when I was nervous.

"May I remove the bag?" The Mastermind asked me. Without thinking I nodded excited to be able to breath normal and have cool air on my sweating face.

The darkness is suddenly replaced with a refreshing light. Not much since we were in the back seat of a dark vehicle but all together refreshing. I take in my surroundings, and there isn't much to see. That is until I meet the grey eyes of a pale man. Mastermind. My breath hitches at his icy stare and I'm taken aback. The voice of this man seemed so carefree, and calm. His face told a different story. He seemed to be fifty years old. His eyes held exhaustion, and to add to it he had multiple bags hanging lowly. His mouth was permanently in a frowning position but his smile hid it a small bit. His brown hair had streaks of silver running through. The funny thing was some of those streaks were dyed in and some were real and it's was extremely obvious which was which.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Christopher Mathews."

"Hi." I mumble looking at the ground in front of me.

"Are you not going to tell me your name?" He says after a while. I look at him confused but do what he asks anyway.

"Hello, I am Annika Christophia Sanders." I say. I feel odd saying my middle name and feel baffled for even saying it. Maybe I only said it because of the similarity of our names.

"What's so funny?" I ask slightly irritated.

"Your middle name." Again I just stare. "We have a long ride ahead of us and I don't feel like holding this back any longer, but I want to see if you can connect the dots."

I am lost. Utterly and completely lost.

"My name is Christopher and your name is Christophia. What kind of person have you heard with that name?"

"No one. My mother always told me it was something she thought of because she liked her OBGYN and his wife. Christopher and Sophia." I said remembering the time my mom had told me the story.