PR: The Conjurer Wars - Ch 3 part 1

My first images were fuzzy, but I could comprehend a few structures. A chair in the corner, a lamp on a nightstand beside a large bed,  a small TV, a microwave, a fridge, and a small hallway that led to a door. I knew instantly that I was in  a motel room. Once my senses started coming back to me, I was more aware of my surroundings of my condition. My wrists were tied behind my back with something rough and dry. I tugged my wrists apart. “Yup – tough rope.” I confirmed as I felt the heat from the burns against my wrists. My thighs were tied to my calves, causing me to sit in an upright position on the front of my shins; my feet were bound as well. There was a clean smelling rag that gagged my mouth, making my anxiety levels soar through the roof. “What am I doing here? Why did the kidnappers want me?! Was Tyler and Mr. Clemins okay? Was Erika okay?”

    My blood chilled as I thought of my little sister. Where was she?! He these goons taken her too? Was she sage? Was she –  My thoughts stopped as I sensed movement outside of the door. My breath caught. I concentrated hard. Two sets of feet. No – three. Wait – four. Yes, four people. They were dragging something. Oh dear God. Is it a dead body? Is it Erika? My breathing became frantic as I went through the possible scenarios in my head. Stop Raymond. I took a deep breath. You need your wits and intuition on this. You can’t do that when you’re on edge. Didn’t I have a right to be though? But my split-personality brain was right I had to be chill.

    The door opened in a rush, but didn’t strike the opposing wall. Whoever these people were, they were graceful. “Easy. Easy!” The voice  was masculine, and astonishingly, didn’t sound threatening. “It’s not like she can feel anything.” A girl’s voice sounded. She sounded irritated. “That still doesn’t give you reason to sling her around like rag doll!” Another girl voice, but she sounded more peaceful than the other. “James,” a different male voice, presumably the last of the group, spoke up. “I think Raymond’s awake.”

    I gulped down my rising fear as I heard my name. How did they know? I heard a soft thud against the floor and a pair of feet starting my way. I kept my head down and tried to keep my breaths steady. My stomach was in knots as I felt two hands cusp the crown of my head. A sudden warmth spread through my mind and my frantic heartbeat slowed to a steady pace.

    Calm yourself. You’re safe, and so is our sister.

    IT took me a moment to realize that the voice was feminine; the voice of the peaceful girl I had heard earlier. It took me another when I realized she had not spoken aloud. She stepped back as I formed my thoughts. So is your sister. I didn’t care how this girl had invaded my head, but I believer her when she said –well, thought–that Erika was safe. Opening my eyes, I saw the girl’s shoes” bright red All Star Converse with pieces of black electrical tape stuck in certain areas. I saw her fingers slowly peeling them off. They were scuffed and dirty, and looked well-loved. I slowly looked up and around the room again. There were four others in the room with me, including a girl with red and black hair, that was undoubtedly Erika in the corner. She was unconscious, that much I could make sure of. Two boys dressed in black clothing from the neck down, were untying her. A girl was sitting on a bed, holding something bronze in color in her hands. She had long blonde hair,  was fair skinned, and had a deep, concentrating look in her blue-green eyes as she twisted and turned the object in her hands.

    Another girl stood over me; I looked up to study her more closely. She was just now taking off her face mask. Her dark skin, thick, wavy black hair, and deep set of dark eyes made me think she was Hispanic. Maybe Dominican Republic or Colombia? “Glad you’re finally awake.” she spoke calmly, just like the voice that spoke inside my head.

    You’re not going crazy, Raymond. I thought to myself.

    No, you’re not. That really was me.

    I blinked as I heard her voice again.

    Telepathic. was all I could think of.

    Yes. She answered.

    “My name is Ariana.” She introduced herself aloud. “And it’s time I bring you up so speed, Raymond Dale.

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