Chapter 2 - Jinxed

CHAPTER 2

Ohh, my head.... where am I? I'm looking down now. These clothes aren't mine, that's for sure. What happened to my uniform? Oh, wait! These clothes are what I love to draw myself wearing. A black top with a skull on the front, and black jeans. Wow. I look at my hands, clad in the silky material of the top. Hang on. I can see a faint black outline to them. Like a drawing, but I'm alive still. I turn my head to survey my surroundings.

I'm in a sort of city. I can see skyscrapers and towering houses everywhere. I've landed in a sort of allyway. I can hear people talking across the street. They haven't seen me. They're talking American. As I watch, more people pass, but they all seem to be American. If I am in America, I'm going to be teased rotten for my 'cute' English accent.

Someone's turned into the ally. I can't make them out properly in the dim light, but I can see enough to know they're there.

Ah, now I can see. It's a girl in a black dress and long hair in a horn-like style. horns? Surely that's not normal everyday wear, even in America.

"Are you Emma?"

I jump at her sharp tone. I recognise her voice now. My eyes widen a little as I answer, my voice trembling.

"Uuh... yeah. Why?"

She's smirking. I can sense someone behind me. I tense slightly. Before I can move, whoever is behind me has tied a handkerchief around my mouth, and my hands are bound. The rough material of the handkerchief burns my lips, and the rope digs into my wrists. I can't get up. It's too difficult.

She's moving now. Speaking into a comminucator that she's 'got her'. I guess she means me, but why? Why do they want me?

I struggle violently, managing to shake off the handkerchief. I only have time to shout one thing before a sack is thrown over my head and tied tight around my middle.

"HELP!"

 

 

 

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