Chapter 3
The
agent was dressed in a dark blue jumpsuit.
He was a living tribute to a brick wall; completely solid frame, a stoic
facade, and the muscle to back any statement.
He glared at Vileb and me again before walking into the building. His body nearly blocked the sight of the
window through which he entered.
“Stand
down,” the man stated, his voice booming.
My ears began to ring like before, every sound causing pain at this
point. I slowly crouched to my knees,
whimpering at the pinpoint sharpness.
“Kirsta,
what's wrong?” Vileb had jumped to my side.
I soon began to focus on a single, high-pitched frequency.
“A
sound...coming...from him...it hurts....”
I held my ears and began to scream, my eyes narrowing in effort to try
to still the pain. I began to lose consciousness,
or perhaps it was more of my control, as my body began to reject any possible
humanity it had within it at the time. I
immediately snarled, claws beginning to extend from my fingertips, and thrust
myself at the man.
The
agent chuckled and took a swift thrust of his massive arm. It squarely hit me in the chest with enough
force to throw me to the ground. Other
than Vileb, no one had ever knocked me square back to the floor before. I began to huff as my vision became less
clouded, my senses beginning to return.
The noise was still piercing my eardrums.
“Sir,
whatever it is, please stop. We will
come quietly. She has no control when
that device is on.” Vileb spoke with
conviction and relaxation. The agent
touched something upon his left wrist, the shrieking soon stopped as I sunk to
the floor.
“Good,
I'm sure the Fangs will be disappointed that we now have one of their top
agents and pets in our custody.” The
agent appeared sure of himself. As I
began to crawl back to my feet, Vileb's curiosity seemed to have peaked.
Vileb
quickly spat, “Me? An agent of the
Fangs, ahh, good sir. You are surely
mistaken.”
“And
I am not his pet, but his companion. We
are merely a third party in this war,” I chimed in, beginning to regain
composure. The agent seemed quiet,
contemplating the issue.
“However,
you both are still under arrest for the death of a HARM agent. You will come with me or I will have to call
in a support team.” Vileb nodded to me
and I huffed before standing up straight before the man.
“We'll
go quietly,” I whispered. An instant
after my statement was made did the man hold out a small baton and aim it at
the two of us. At first a faint blue
light began to wrap around both of our wrists and ankles, as it slowly began to
disappear. I could feel the laser
restraints despite the fact they were almost invisible to the naked eye.
“Come,
or this will not be fun for any of us,” stated the agent, he still holding the
baton tightly in his hand. As he began
to walk away, I could feel a slight tug.
So these were the leashes I had heard about. Some time ago, the Fangs had gotten a hold of
technology that acted like jailhouse full body restraints; however, there was a
device hooked up to them that allowed a person to slightly control the
movements of the restrained. The Fangs
were using them as leashes for their Lupe “pets”. Apparently these HARM agents got a hold of
the technology and began to develop upon it.
We
walked towards the fire escape, shuffling within the restraints that faded in
and out of the eye's plane. Moving in
stride with our captor, we made it to a van parked down within the alley. The doors swung open and a makeshift team of
about four men, who were not as menacing as the main agent, pushed Vileb and I
within the seats and slammed the doors behind us. My breath became shallow at the darkness
around us. Vileb seemed to chuckle at
the absolute silence. “What's funny, Fang?” spat one of the men.
“Ahh,
nothing,” Vileb began. “It just occurred
to me that you all group vampires and werewolves no matter their affiliation.”
“And
your point?” stated the previous man.
“Well,
for one, I do not consider myself a vampire.
Granted, many of my traits are similar to them but I am most definitely
not one of them, nor am I one of the Fangs either.”
“Ha,
anything that stalks men in the night and drinks their blood is a vampire.”
“And
furthermore, my colleague here is not a werewolf nor is she a Lupe. Do you not think that it is odd that we were
actually looking for you?” The men in
the van got deadly silent. I could see
their puzzled looks through my tinted glasses, despite how dark the van was. “So, the Human Association of Relocating
Menaces. HARM for short. I suppose you are the so-called Rebellion who
has not allowed a vampire or a werewolf into your ranks.” Vileb's intelligence was something that I had
always admired. Despite that I had
already made that assumption, he flat out made it apparent.
The
ride was a slow and steady one, my eyes shut completely as I tried to discern
the directions they were taking us.
Familiar scents began to waft over my nostrils, each one coming and
going with a memory attached. Shortly I
began to growl, as the scents flashed through Fang and then Lupe territory
respectively, and then fade away into nothingness. I soon couldn’t recognize the scents around
us. My mind was completely at a lost of
where we were. This began to make me
uneasy, another growl parting my lips.
“Calm
yourself, Kirsta,” Vileb stated quietly. “I’m sure that they’ll feed you and if not,
you can always have a snack.” The joke
made me chuckle, it made the four men along for the ride cower.
The
four men began to shift uneasily in their seats, even knowing that Vileb and I
were fully restrained. The van came to a
stop, the momentum causing everyone to lean slightly. As the doors opened, the brick wall agent
chuckled at us all. Behind him was the
well-lit backdrop of what appeared to be a prison. He took note to the fearful glances the other
men had and then looked at Vileb and me. “Thought you two could manage to scare them
silly. Welcome to your new hell.”
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