Academy of Death

Kidnapped

"Dylanesa Dawson, an orphan, 16-year-old girl, ID number 2012, 5'4 height, emerald green eyes, wavy long brown hair," a woman described me to my ears. Despite my best efforts, I was unable to open my eyes. What happened to it? Was it in the lab, as drug odors pierced my nose?

"What about her previous residence?" There were two or three people in the room. They sounded like they were having a conversation about me.

"It is not known. She was raised in an orphanage after her mother was killed in a car accident."

"How heartbreaking." Those ladies were still having a conversation. I was still struggling to wake up; it was as if something was heavily obscuring my vision.

My most recent memory was of someone hitting my shoulder behind me and knocking me out. I was now somewhere, in an unknown location that I couldn't even detect.

I was attempting to lift my hand, but I was afraid because they were numb. My hands, legs, and body were all stiff. My mouth was about to scream for help, but it was muted. I was unable to even whimper.

My tears were the only thing that puddled and flowed down my cheek. I was completely convinced that I had been kidnapped. I could only hope they didn't harvest my organs. I continued to pray in my heart, hoping for a miracle from God.

"Hey! Look! She is sobbing."

"Does the injection have any effect on her?"

"That's right... it freezes her blood."

"Are you insane? You're murdering her."

"Don't be concerned, dear. I administered the antidote. She'll be awake in half an hour. In ten minutes, her bloodstream will be back to normal."

"Thank you, God."

"The master told us to save her, not harm her."

"I know."

I listened in on their conversations. Comfort washed over me as I realized no one had any bad intentions for me. But what did they mean when they said their master wanted to save me? From where? What kind of danger was I up against? Who would want to hurt me? What about the master?

"How poor is this girl?"

"She is attempting to regain consciousness, but it is futile."

"Don't be concerned, dear. When the time comes, you'll be awake. For the next half-hour, please be patient." One of them spoke directly into my ear.

"How about her?" A man barged into the room, his baritone voice inquiring. That man's voice sounded familiar, as if I'd met him somewhere.

"She's in excellent condition, Sir."

"I just want to make sure you didn't make a mistake. If this mission fails, she will be in danger "he stated. What was the nature of the mission? And what does it have to do with me? I was just an intelligentsia with no knowledge of the academy. But that man spoke as if I were going to die at any moment.

"Yes, Sir. It's not the first time we've done it."

"And this isn't the first time you've failed," he sneered. "Just forget about it. Another thing, make her forget about what happened to her today."

The paces vanished as the door closed. I could tell he wasn't in the room anymore.

"How dare he insult us in that way? Who does he believe he is?" One of the women grunted quietly. Perhaps she was afraid the man would hear it.

"Could you please be quiet? After all, what he did was true. He, like us, is doing this because someone commands him to; he has no choice."

Their debate piqued my interest even more. If the man did it on someone's command, who was the mastermind behind it all? She or he was most likely not the perpetrator. Didn't they say they wanted to protect me rather than put me in danger?

My mind was racing with ideas. I shouldn't have formed an opinion about my own safety, so why did they have to kidnap me to protect me?

When I was finally able to move my hands and legs and my eyes opened, happiness thumped my chest. My eyes could only catch the white blur light in the first place. The white then transformed into the shape of the wall.

"She is awake," said the first person I saw through my half-opened eyes, a woman in glasses and a white cloak.

"What is your name?"

"Hello, Dylanesa. I'm relieved you're awake now. "My name is Clara, and I'm your friend." She introduced herself to me in a friendly and tender manner.

"Are you my friend?"

"Yes, and my name is Grace." She is also your friend."

"But I don't think we've ever met before."

" We have. You're so inebriated that you can't remember anything."

"No, I didn't even drink. How could I possibly?"

"You did it, my dear." They were attempting to sabotage my thoughts. The man stated unequivocally that these women had to force me to forget what happened today. I chose to stop debating with them and pretended that I had forgotten everything.

"Yeah...I was in the bar when my shoulder was slammed." I clenched my teeth. "Ouch... that hurts." Of course, it was part of my performance. I did not have a headache.

"Take a break, dear. Don't overthink it." A woman with dark eyes helped me adjust my sleeping position.

"Where am I?"

"You are now in the most secure location. We will release you once your condition has stabilized."

"You're not going to kill and mutilate my body, are you?" They suddenly burst out laughing.

"Certainly not, dear. We would never do such a thing to our friends."

"I need to use the restroom. May I?" I was planning an escape strategy.

"Sure thing, darling. Clara will accompany you to the restroom."

Clara, a woman, accompanied me to the restroom. The room is significantly smaller. There was no getting out of here. Even a lizard couldn't fit through the tiny ventilation. I discovered no windows.

I was able to recall everything I saw in the room where I had lied. It had three large cabinets, a desk, a bed, two wooden chairs, and a refrigerator. It didn't look like a laboratory or anything. What kind of room was it?

"Are you finished, dear?" Clara's phone call jolted me awake. I yanked the door open quickly.

"I'm sorry you had to wait so long."

"No, dear. I'm just worried about you. Allow me to assist you in getting to bed."

I rose from my bed. My hand rubbed my nape at random; a strange object was stuck on it.

"What's that thing on my nape?" They exchanged sidelong glances.