One Autumn Morning

Chapter Six

It had been about an hour and they were still trapped, but they hadn't heard anything from the people. Then, they saw people wearing the bodysuits that Willow had talked about earlier. When they saw Sarah one of them pulled out a walkie-talkie and she could hear muffled talking through the glass but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Soon, she saw a person walk up to the glass and pull off the mask and she sees the face of a middle-aged man with messy brown hair and dead grey eyes. He pulled something from the side of the glass and she saw that it was a microphone and he started talking. His voice went through a speaker and came through, ice-cold like the wind on a winter's day.

"I'm in charge here and I would like to ask you a few questions. First of all, what's your name?" Sarah gulps.

"No. I'm not telling you anything."

"Well, then I guess we'll have to force it out of you." He puts his hood back on and opens the gate and Sarah starts running trying to get away. The dogs follow and start attacking the people. They don't even flinch and they take out their tranq guns and start shooting the dogs until they're all knocked out, even Willow. The guy in charge took a bigger gun and aimed it at Sarah. He pulled the trigger and Sarah felt a sharp prick in her neck. She tried to keep running but her vision started going black and she collapsed and passed out.

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When Sarah woke up she was handcuffed to a chair and her legs were tied to the legs of the chair. She tried to move but it was useless, she knew she wouldn't get anywhere. Then the same man who had talked to her earlier walked in.

"So, you wanted to do things the hard way," he says, forming a fist. "Now, What. Is. Your. Name," he said, punching his hand with his fist again with each word.

"None of your business," Sarah said forcefully. 

"Then let's get down to business," he said, walking closer.

He punched her face and she winced. 

"One more time, what is your name missy."

Sarah pulled her head down and wiped her face on her shirt, trying to ebb the pain.

"No."

"Now sweetie, you seem to be still young and I don't want to have to kill you. I don't think you understand what's happening honey."

"I understand that you're kidnapping a bunch of dogs like Willow and are going to make them be your 'personal army' to take over the world."

"See, that's where you're wrong. We're not taking over the world, we're trying to make America safer."

"I know that's not true, I mean you're supposed to be working on a cure for Alzheimer's, and, even if you were trying to 'make the world safer' would you have to kidnap dogs to do it?"

"Those are NOT dogs, they're... they're... creatures that only LOOK like dogs, did you know that they're freaks that can talk to you through their minds?!?"

"No really? They can? No dip, Sherlock, how else would I know all of this? Do you really think that I'd just follow a dog into the woods without her talking to me? And they're not freaks or creatures, they're just dogs with special abilities, ok? Willow is my friend and if you hurt another fur on her body you will regret it."