Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2012 01:16:38 +0100 From: Jordan Edwards Subject: 'Giagm 3' Disclaimer: All character, situations and circumstances are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to any person living or dead, or any Event. The author reserves the right to reproduction of the stories without His express consent. ******************************************************************** I kept my eyes shut and continued to stay still, I'm not sure if he knew I was awake 100% so it seemed like the logical thing to do, I felt his presence come closer to me and a cold hand hold mine, with the other hand I could feel him tugging on the chains which were wrapped around me. Click. His hands retreated and I listened as he stepped outside and close the door. I opened my eyes instantly to inspect the chains, they were unlocked! Was he letting me go? What the hell was he blabbing on about then? I quietly slipped my hand away from the chains and got out of the bed, there was a convenient window placed behind where the bed was, I stood back onto the bed and pushed it open as far as it would go, I could definitely fit through it. I hoisted myself up through the window; apparently, the sedation was still in effect because my muscles and eyes gave way involuntarily from time to time. As I pushed my body out of the window I fell onto a soft warm surface, the smell of sand and sun wafted through my nose as I looked up to look at my surroundings. It took a couple of seconds to regain my composure and get onto my feet, all that was visible was dilapidated shacks and broken down warehouses surrounded by sand and dead cacti. I don't think I'm in England anymore. Which direction do I run in? Everywhere looks the god damn same. Screw it, my legs started to carry me away towards one of the broken down warehouses to the north, it only just occurred to me that my family were probably worried sick, or maybe this is just a big prank – I'll kill them if it is. Note to self: Don't try to run on scolding hot sand without having something on your feet – pretty painful. Upon reaching the warehouse I knelt in the corner where there was plenty of shade and put my arms on my knees to catch my breath, I sat there for a good 15 minutes thinking about what I was going to do next, I guessed continuing north would be the best bet, I stood up and jogged towards the other side of the warehouse readying myself for the burning hot sand which I was about to stand on. As I lifted my foot to walk out an chill ran down my spine, moving at all now required a lot more work for some reason, it was like walking through maple syrup. I couldn't put my foot down, my muscles were ignoring me. There was a flash of light from behind me followed by footsteps heading towards me, I tried to run, but I couldn't I didn't have control of my body anymore. "There you are" beamed Dylan he stood behind me with his body pressed up against me, my arms were pulled back and interlocked with his. "Morning sleepyhead" he whispered in my ear, I could feel his heart beating against my spine and I would've tried to fight back if my muscles had been on my side. There was another flash of light, there was nothing but silence, I could no longer feel my body but I could still feel him pressed against me and holding me, a force twisted and blurred my vision so much that it forced my eyes closed; gravity was being sucked away from me. But then, my feet met a hard surface, I opened my eyes to see the room I'd just escaped from causing a great deal of panic and failure to flush over me – okay I think this is beyond a prank, I'm never going to get another chance to get away. "Sarah!" Dylan called out playfully, his muscled arms still interlocked with mine so tight I thought they might break off. "Jordan's back!" A female had appeared in the doorway wearing a white skirt and t-shirt her golden blonde hair fell perfectly and framed her face, hazel eyes locked onto mine. She shot Dylan a cold look and placed her hands on her hips. "You can let go of him now Dylan" she said whilst glaring at him. "Awhh do I have to? I'm quite enjoying our bonding session" he laughed, Sarah only continued to glare. "Yes Ma'am" he smiled, his soft skin brushed against mine as he released my arms and sat on the bed, quite seductively I must say. For a psychopath, Dylan was actually pretty hot, he had dark- brown hair which kind of spiked at the top, he was wearing a grey tank-top which showed off his huge bulging muscles, his dark-brown eyes looked me up and down playfully as he continued to smile, almost enjoying how scared I was. "What do you want? Please let me go, I haven't done anything wrong" I pleaded "Nawhh he's so cute" Dylan taunted with a Cheshire cat grin on his face. "Dylan you're not helping" Sarah sniped at him "Jordan, I'm sorry about all of this" she put both hands up and motioned at the room "it wasn't supposed to happen like this, there's a lot you don't know about yourself and you're dangerous in the wrong hands." "What don't I know about myself?" I asked struggling to keep up with whatever she was saying. "Well for starters, you're not exactly human." *************************************************************************** Thanks a lot for reading, I'm not too experienced with writing and I don't have an editor so I'm sorry if things are wrong but I'd be happy to take tips, suggestions and questions - you can email me at joopfic@hotmail.com.