I apologize for the double post.
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IdentityUnknown woke suddenly, gasping slightly, and began the familiar process of assessing her situation. Handcuffed in the back, both legs cuffed as well, all gadgets removed...though her watch was still on her wrist. Whether or not it still worked was a different question, though she prayed it did. Her eyes were blindfolded and her mouth was covered with duct tape.
Before she had time to do anything, she heard the sound of the door opening and immediately turned to it. Someone grabbed her and forced her to stand up, taking off the cuffs on her feet. Wherever this person was taking her (he or she hadn't said a word), it felt like a maze. Left turns, right turns, down staircases, up staircases...she couldn't remember the exact route even if she wanted to.
When they reached their destination, the person gave her a few spins, confusing IdentityUnknown's sense of direction even further. Then he/she knocked on the door.
"Come in."
The person pushed her in and closed the door behind her. Then she was lead to a comfortable chair and, to her surprise, un-cuffed. This only lasted for a second though, before her hands were placed in cuffs on the chair. Goody. Now there was no possibility of her running.
Her blindfold and the duct tape on her mouth were removed quickly and IdentityUnknown saw a man seated in front of her. His face was thrown into shadow and there wasn't an angle where she could quite see him properly. He could've been 20 and he could've been 75, she couldn't be sure.
"Well, young lady," the man said cheerfully -- too cheerfully in IdentityUnknown's opinion -- "How have we been treating you?"
"Not very well," was IdentityUnknown's reply. "I was in the woods minding my own business and suddenly I'm kidnapped for a reason unknown of to me by people who I don't know. If it's a ransom you want, there is no reason to sit here as if about to interrogate me."
The man smiled. "My, you're very good at telling stories. Not that I expected any less from you, Jean." His voice changed at that moment, and it resembled Mark's to a near perfection, though IdentityUnknown could still detect a trace of his original tone in it. "Can you begin with telling me the whereabout of Mark?"
"My name isn't Jean. It's Seren. Seren Sterling," IdentityUnknown lied. "I don't know a Mark, so how should I know where he is? If that's all you have to ask of me, you might as well let me go."
"You're good at lying," the man observed. "That might be useful."
"It is useful. It's useful when you're trying to steal snacks out of the cupboard. Or when you're trying to protect your friend from knowing that the guy she loves is cheating on her."
The man chuckled. "Then do you recognize these girls?" He slid three photos to the edge of the desk, where she could see them. It took all of her effort to force herself to look at them without showing emotion.
Aeyra. Chelsea. Misaki-chan. All were holding guns and looked serious as they did practice. In the background, she saw a girl and a couple of boys who were watching them. A Korean girl stood off to the side and for some reason, to IdentityUnknown she looked vaguely familiar.
IdentityUnknown was both encouraged and discouraged by what she was seeing. Her friends, if these pictures hadn't been Photoshopped or something, were alive. The problem now would be getting them back and retrieving their memories.
"No," IdentityUnknown said, looking up. "I don't know any of them."
"And I don't believe you," the man said. "Take her to Cell XXXX. I want a guard stationed there 24/7. And Seren...or rather Jean, we'll continue this talk tomorrow. And I hope you'll be more cooperative then."
As IdentityUnknown was blindfolded and taken away, she briefly wondered why the man hadn't interrogated her further, or used anything on her. She didn't have much time to ponder this before the person leading her away bumped into someone.
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I ended it this way since it's perfectly likely for anyone to bump into me. You guys can use your imagination. Or you can take an awesome vote on who should write next.
