Carmen’s eyes shot open and she
braced her head to stop its constant spinning.
When her vision cleared, she looked around to find she was lying in an
abandoned building.
The room was shrouded in a dark hue
and provided little protection from the pattering of the downpour outside. Rain
drops rhythmically dripped through the patchy roof, uniting with the puddles
below.
As Carmen sat regaining her balance,
she started to wonder why she was in this strange place. She tried to remember what had happened but
the harder she tried, the more apparent the black void in her memory became.
Suddenly, Carmen’s phone chirped to
life, startling her out of her contemplation. Tentatively reaching out her
shaking hand, she managed to answer the call, “H-hello”
“Ah, good. You are awake.” She heard
the voice on the other end sneer.
“Who are you? Where am I?” Carmen
frantically asked.
“It’s no matter. What does matter is
the explosives strapped to your wrist, which I will gladly detonate if you
don’t follow my instructions.”
For the first time, Carmen peered
down to her right wrist to see an odd contraption with a timer strapped there.
Turning her wrist around, to get a better look at the device, she noticed, with
a sinking heart, there was no way to easily detach it.
The digital screen suddenly lit up
and the clock started ticking down. Realizing she wasn’t listening to the
demanding voice droning on through her phone, she started paying closer
attention.
“As you can see, I have given you an
hour and forty-five minutes to retrieve this vase your father stole. You will
now find it at the Wellington
When she tried to protest, the call
cut off. In shock, Carmen blankly stared
at the ground around her.
To Be Continued…
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