Ch. Three

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Chapter Three- A Friend?

           Evangeline groaned, rolling onto her side, the throbbing at her temple slowly becoming apparent. Something tugged her left arm at the movement and suddenly a sharp pain made her cry out. Gasping, she rolled onto her back again. Swallowing hard, her right hand reached over to examine the sight of where the pain started. At the crease in her arm she paused. Bile rose up in her throat at the realization that something sharp was sticking into her arm. Was it a needle? She thought wildly.

           All at once everything from the other day came rushing back to her. She had been abducted by crazy people! She remembered copper and cologne. The man who had kidnapped her. Hit her. Held her down. She remembered feeling colder than she had ever been before. A woman, whoever she was, had been there too. She was the one that had ordered her abduction. The one who intended to give her to her brother as a 'gift' and spoke of tasting her blood. A chill ran down her spine at the thought of that woman.

            The room she was in now suddenly become terrifying. Every little sound became amplified. Creaking floors turned into pounding footsteps, settling air into ghostly moans, and soft breathing into a malevolent beast about to pounce!

            "Try not to move too much, Miss," a voice instructed quietly.

            Evangeline froze. Someone was standing at her bedside. She scrambled to move to the other side of the bed. Once again, a sharp pain attacked her arm, blood welling around where the needle already pierced her skin. She cried out through gritted teeth and returned to her previous position on the bed, whimpering.

            "Now look what you've done..." the same voice muttered, dabbing a cloth around the needle in her arm.

            Gripping fistfuls of the blanket on top of her, Evangeline waited for the pain to fade before she spoke up, not trusting that her voice wouldn't break. Her mouth felt like it was full of cotton balls and her tongue a hundred times heavier.

            "What are you doing to me?" Her voice was so pitiful that she winced.

            The woman at her bedside looked at her sadly. Evangeline could feel the pity in her eyes as she gazed upon her, a sensation she was abundantly familiar with. Yet, the woman remained silent, clearly thinking over her words carefully. She wordlessly finished cleaning up Evangeline's arm and readjusted the needle before stepping away to do something Evangeline couldn't quite decipher from sound alone. Though she was tempted to ask the woman just what she was doing, she figured she wouldn't receive an answer.

            "I was ordered to inject you with something to keep you calm. It's sort of regulation for...guests...like you."

            Evangeline could tell the term "guest" was used loosely.

            "You're...drugging me?" Her voice cracked and she once again wondered just what sick world she'd been dragged into. Her heart should have been racing with fear; instead the organ retained a sluggish rhythm.

           "I am," she confirmed. It might have been her drug addled brain tricking her, but Evangeline was certain she sounded ashamed, guilty, and perhaps a bit disgusted. "I going to give you some water now," she continued. "I swear it's just water, though I don't know why you would believe me. Just trust me. I'm going to lift your head a bit okay?"

            Evangeline jerked her head in acknowledgement and she felt the woman's hand slide underneath her head and gently lift it off the pillows. A cool glass pressed to her lips as delicate as a kiss and she accepted the refreshing water into her mouth. When she had her fill, the woman pulled the glass away and lowered Evangeline's head down to the pillows. She sensed her step away, probably to set the glass of water somewhere. The unexpected show of kindness left her almost speechless. Almost.

            "What's your name?" Evangeline demanded; her voice considerably stronger.

            A pause. "...Number Eight," the woman answered hesitantly.

            Evangeline was dumbstruck. Number Eight? Seriously? "What's your real name?"

            Another pregnant pause, this one born of fear. Evangeline understood all too well. "I'm not permitted to say. It's against the rules," she said timidly.  

            "You can tell me. I won't tell, I swear," Evangeline joked halfheartedly.

            "...It's Alexandra. I used to go by Alex though," she admitted in a hushed tone.

            Evangeline almost smiled. Now that she thought about it, she figured Alex must be a young woman; someone who should have been in college instead of some strange place that housed kidnapped girls. Kind of like herself.

            "Your name is very beautiful, Alex," she complimented her.

            "I'm sorry this happened to you; that you ended up here," Alex blurted out.  

            At that, Evangeline was absolutely positive Alex was on her side. "I'm sorry for all the things they make you do here," Evangeline offered.  "I feel like this is all some bad dream..." The words slipped out without her fuzzy brain's consent. The drugs in her system must have started to take hold because she could feel herself begin to drift off.

            "Sometimes I feel exactly the same thing," she caught Alex say, though to her it sounded a million miles away. "Only sometimes it all seems too real." Alex fell silent and Evangeline pictured her staring off into the distance, reliving a memory.

Evangeline didn't even notice her leave the room. The drug pumping into her veins was really starting to kick in. It wasn't long before she was fast asleep.



Authors Note: Don't do drugs kiddos. Or dehumanize people by disregarding their names for numbers. Poor Alex. Her life is Messed Up. How could her life get any worse you might ask? Trust me; it will. Keep reading to find out!

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