An Angel's Hell

Chapter One

Chapter 1

 

The warm sun flickered between the blinds. Birds chirped loudly against my window and woke me from my sleep. Warm and snug in my bed, I took my time and stretched to feel the empty space around me. Being home alone on a weekend gave me a good sense of freedom.

 

My phone vibrated softly on my desk. Lazily, I grabbed it and flipped it open.

 

It was a text from an unknown number.

 

"You're in danger. Leave. Now. "

 

Puzzled, I shot straight out of bed and got dressed. Phone in hand, I slowly made my way down the stairs and to the door. My hand reached for the knob and just as my fingertips brushed the metal surface, I felt a familiar chill go down my spine.

 

I backed away, deciding to follow the text and headed to the basement. The lights flickered on and off before finally giving out.

 

'Great,' I thought.

 

Feeling my way through the damp room was fairly difficult. Boxes upon boxes were stacked at random, making the room a maze. I turned a corner and finally reached the wall.

 

I followed it to the narrow passageway that I made a few years back leading to a secret entrance to the backyard. Slowly and quietly, I opened the dirt hatch and peered through the small opening.

 

Nothing.

 

I climbed out and, thinking of those spy movies I loved to watch, I stealthily snaked myself to the front yard. Hiding in between the bushes, I saw these men standing at my door. One of them was trying to unlock my house.

 

They wore black suits with black ties, black shades, and black shoes. Out on the street, they had a limo parked halfway into my driveway. I could see that one of the windows were partially open. Focusing in on the window, I saw the man inside. He looked suspicious, like one of those rich drug dealers.

 

Question is, why are they here?

 

The three men standing in front of my door finally broke into my house and I became terrified. My mind juggled questions that I didn't have the answer to and just made my head hurt.

 

What are they doing in my house? What do they want from me? Who sent me the text?

 

Just then, I saw a flash of white and within a few seconds, I passed out, a hand clamped over my mouth, and a familiar face hanging just above my head.

 

--

 

I woke with a start. I snapped my head up, with much regret. My hands were tied to the bed and my feet were constrained with a belt. I was in a white room, with no windows, no door, and barely any light.

 

My body ached at my joints. It hurt to even breathe. Assessing myself, I saw multiple bruises down my body and legs. I realized I was only wearing underwear and that shot up a new terror.

 

Who did this to me? What was going on?

 

"Hello?" I desperately cried out, my voice raspy and soft.

 

"I-Is anyone there? P-Please help me!" I yelled, the tears flowing down my face. I tried to move free of my chains, but I was too weak.

 

I kept calling out, using the last of my energy to call out to no one. I knew no one was there, but I had to try.

 

Sobbing, I cried out a little quieter, calling the names of anyone I knew.

 

"Mom? Dad? Anyone please! Mrs. Peterson! Akemi! Maiya! Please! Anyone..." My voice faded out and I no longer had the willpower to stay awake. My eyelids grew heavy slowly, a blackness creeped in from the edges and pulled me back into a deep sleep.

 

--

 

Every so often, I would wake. I would have another flash of terror and used any energy I had to cry out to the people who weren't there. Little by little, I started to forget. I forgot why I was crying, why I was crying out. I forgot who I was crying out to. In what felt like a weeks, I woke, and just kept quiet.

 

I began to notice everything around me. The room was smaller, way smaller than when I first woke. The white walls dimmed in color and looked more like a white beige. Tubes ran from my arm to a faintly beeping machine next to my bed. I no longer panicked. I was too numb.

 

A strange sound hummed from across the empty room. A small grey light ran from the floor to ceiling, turned right, and went back to the floor, leaving a black trail behind it.

 

The humming stopped, and a hole seemed to form where the light cut the wall. Within seconds, that part of the wall turned completely black.

 

I heard steps coming from the other side. A man slowly walked in.

 

He walked to the side of my bed and assessed me with his light blue eyes. He was wearing a black suit with a navy blue tie. His hair was a dirty blond color that complemented his soft eyes.

 

"I... can see that you're finally calm and awake." He said calmly. I could tell that by his body language that he was uncomfortable talking to me. I simply nodded at him.

 

"Are you hurting?" He asked, his voice softer.

 

I took a minute and looked at myself. The bruises were multiplying, my wrists and ankles are bloody because of the ropes and the needles in my arm are huge.

 

But I really couldn't actually feel anything.

 

Slowly, I shook my head. He sighed and relaxed his stance. Carefully, he removed the needles from my body and undid the ropes.

 

I stretched out a bit and only then did I feel the pain. My joints were aching from disuse and I could feel every single bruise on my body. I laid my hands on the side of my body and winced as I felt how hungry I was.

 

I looked up at the man.

 

"My name is Vincent Lancon. I'm... going to be taking care of you from now on." He said smiling, one hand on mine.

 

I couldn't do more than nod at him. I tried to speak, to say thank you, but words just escaped me. First of all, I didn't know what the hell was happening. I couldn't remember anything other than being in this room and thrashing out.

 

The man name Vincent Lancon wheeled me across the room and into the hole in the wall, still confused.