First Encounters

If you ever wake up tied to a chair, you have three reactions. The first is to wonder what the hell is going on. The second is to panic. The third is to try to figure out how to get out of the predicament you are currently in. When that fails you revert back to the second.

I know this because that is how it all started for me. Normally I stayed safe in my room engrossed in my books, allowing them to take me to other places. But this night my friend, Stephanie, had convinced me that I needed to act like a normal teenager and go to a party. That is how they found me. I never even knew they existed outside of the books I read. I never knew that I was a threat to them. Before this all began, I was only a nerdy teenager who was more comfortable with books then people. But I didn’t know any of this then. I only knew that I was tied to a chair.

All I could think was where was Stephanie and where was I. My mind kept going to those movies where a girl gets kidnapped at a party and sold into slavery. I was positive that somehow this was what was happening. That all those times my mother had told me to avoid parties for this very reason were coming true. The truth when I would learn it was actually scarier for me.

It was while all of these thoughts were going through my head that I was that he walked in. He was absolutely gorgeous, like a cross between Channing Tatum and Zac Efron, but even with that beauty there was something about him that made my skin crawl.

“I see that you are finally awake,” he said with a thick Russian sounding accent. It was so clichéd villain to have that accent that I actually rolled my eyes. Probably not the smartest thing to do but my mother was always telling me that being a smart ass would get me in trouble someday. “Rolling your eyes will not help you little girl. Whatever you are, I want to know now and you will tell me or suffer the consequences.”

At that statement I lost control and started laughing, “What are you supposed to be? The worst villain ever to be in a Bond movie? Don’t get me wrong, you’ve got the creep factor going on, but the dialogue and accent need some serious help.” To me he had now become as scary as any B-Movie villain ever. Unfortunately that impression of him went out the window when he pulled out a blade that was about 8 inches long and looked capable of cutting through my skin with ease. “Look, I don’t know who you are and I don’t know why you decided to tie me to a chair but I’m just some nerdy kid that made the mistake of going to a party last night. I’m no spy and I’m no threat to you at all. Please, just let me go and we can forget this all happened.”

“Little girl, the fact that you are talking to me at all, proves that you are most definitely a threat to me and all of my kind.”