I was on the floor surrounded by three dead bodies and staring up into the cold, emotionless face of Daniel, aka "The Prick". He looked down at me like I was a bug he was considering stepping on. “Get up.” (His voice sounded flat and almost uninterested.) I wasn’t sure exactly how to react. Looking around at the dead men beside me I was pretty sure my legs wouldn’t support my weight.
He didn’t give me the chance to try, his hand grabbed my bruised arm, pulled me to my feet and without taking a second for me to get my footing he pulled me out of the room. He dragged me back through the room with the surveillance monitors (this time they were all filled with static) and out the back door of the club. He didn’t even stop when a rather large brutish looking man tried to block our path. The same cracking noise as his neck twisted and he dropped to the ground and Daniel stepped over him continuing to pull me along behind him.
We got outside to a back alley and he still didn’t break stride (walking like he was late for a train.) He never looked back at me, not even when I managed to get my wits about me (or at least what little wits I usually have) and started asking him what was going on, where we were going and anything else I could think of.
After walking for what seemed like ages, I eventually got up the courage (or maybe was just exhausted) to pull my arm out of his grip and stop moving forward. He immediately turned (like he’d been expecting me to do that) and took a few long strides towards me till he was standing over me, already talking in a hushed but angry tone. “I have never in my life come across a more idiotic, incompetent and tragically naïve individual than you. You think this is some kind of game; that you can play at being a secret agent? Put on a dress, curl your hair and you can somehow be less pathetic!”
After a while of just staring at him I opened my mouth “Did you just save me?” (It was honestly the first thing that jumped into my head to say.) He looked at me like I had just insulted him; he then gave a dismissive sort of sniff and grabbed my arm, pulling me again through the alley.
I pulled away again, “why?” I was really confused and also in a fair amount of pain so I guess I was feeling brave. He reached for my arm looking pretty pissed off and I avoided his grab. He started berating me again, “You know a ‘thank you’ would work just as well as this irritating little interrogation… but we don’t thank villains now do we Friday?”
I just stood there a bit unsure of exactly what to say to that. Clearly he was tired of my gawping at him because he just shook his head and grabbed for me again, this time picking me up and carrying me, as I struggled, a few yards deeper into the alley way and then through a small metal door.
To Be Continued…
