Count's Daughter

First Encounter

When I wake up, my head is pounding horribly, as if I have a migraine. I know that I need to get up though, however much it hurts. I try, but I can't make my body move. I know I should be alarmed but it's just so dark and sleep sounds so good. Maybe if I go back to sleep my head won't hurt and then I can escape. Before I know it, I've drifted off again.

I awake once more with a start and expect to be in the attic at Aunt Polly's house. What I don't expect is to be in a pale pink room. It looks exactly like my room at Aunt Polly's, besides the fact that the walls are a hideous shade of pink, even down to the way it "looks like an E6 tornado came through here and then it was bombed." (Aunt Polly's words not mine.)

I personally, don't see what's wrong, with having the room looking like that. It's easier to find everything. 

I also don't notice that something is wrong, until I try to move. When I feel metal biting into my skin, I look down and see that I'm chained to the bed! 

'What the heck, no wonder I couldn't move last night. What is happening? How will I escape now? Who did this? Oh wait you idiot, there's only one person who would do this. The same person who killed your mother: Spectrum.' I think, getting slightly hysterical, and even more so as I remember everything that he write Aunt Polly.

In the letter, he talked about the person asking her questions about things that she couldn't have known about. When she said so, they didn't believe her and started torturing her. When it was proven that she was telling the truth, they killed her just because.

I try to move once more, and when that fails, I go into full blown panic. I start thrashing all over the place. I know that I shouldn't be panicking, after all Rule 98: Don't panic; it just leads to mistakes and death. I know I shouldn't, but I just can't stop. My head still hurts, but that doesn't stop me from moving it back and forth. Mu arms flailing all around, or well would be if they could move. My legs can move, but it's unfruitful.

I have blood running down my neck, where the locks cut me as I'm trying to get out, but I don't care. I have to escape! I can't let what happened to my mom happen to me. I can't let myself be tortured and killed. I can't let myself be forced to talk about things I don't know anything about.

As I keep on fighting I weaken, until I'm nearly too weak to fight. Right when I give up on trying to escape by thrashing, the door opens.

In walks the man and the woman from the funeral. I sigh deeply as I see the man is once again carrying a needle. This can't end well.

"I'm sure you're wondering why you're here." says the woman.

"Among other things." I spit back. "I'd like to know who you are, why I'm here, where here is, what you're going to do to me, and overall, what is happening?"

The man shoots her a look of amusement and triumph.
"I knew we should have kept her conscious and just questioned her at the funeral. This way only ever leads to trouble. We should both know this by now LB." 

'So, the women's name is LB. Judging by the look on the man's face, and the look that LB I'd giving him, he wasn't supposed to say that.' I think before slightly smiling. There's no way these people can be Spectrum: Spectrum should be professionals and they're anything but that.

Ignoring the man's blunder besides the glare and lips being pressed into a thin line, the woman calmly says "As my partner has already said, my name is LB. His name is Hitch, and I'm afraid those are the only questions we can answer right now. If you calm down and do as we say, we might be able to answer a few more of them."

"I still don't understand, what is happening? Why must I calm down?" I ask, my voice quavering.

"You should calm down because you're causing a ruckus and will get yourself killed if you continue. Also, you should stop unless you like getting needles filled with something only we know jabbed into you." LB snaps back, clearly irritated that I'm still asking questions and not just answering them.

"And if I refuse?" I question. I know that I'm being stupid, but I can't help it. I have to know what I should expect if I get caught trying to escape. If they punish me bad for talking bad, then I can expect something worse for that, and brace myself for if it happens.

"Then Hitch will jab the needle into you and we will keep you semi-conscious until you agree to do as we wish." LB replies back, her voice ice cold.

"I see that you still doubt that we will do this." Hitch replies back almost smiling. "LB, may I?"

Now my heart might as well be leaping out of my chest, it's beating so fast. I feel as if I'm about to throw up my stomach is churning so much. I really don't like the tone that he said that in.

LB must have given him some signal for yes or something because quicker than you could blink an eye, the needle was jabbed into me. My head became foggy and I immediately slumped down, into a restful place. Into somewhere so peaceful that I didn't care about anything now. For all I could care they could be Spectrum, they're acting pretty professional now. That blunder could have been to make me distracted. All I know is that I should rest and not care or worry about anything.