Amoureux by Brainne K (best books under 200 pages TXT) 📕

I twisted my hair into a ponytail, tucking it under my cap and lowering the brim, Than I took a final look around the room full of strangers, wondering which of them would help me escape, and which would try to kill me… 

I was alert as I slowly and casually backed my way to the far wall of the large white room and coolly pressed myself to the wall attempting to be invisible. The room has no color to distract the eye; everything was white. There were eight beds, that lined the back wall, with white sheets and white fleece comforters, the pillows were overstuffed and looked almost pleasant to sleep on. Next to the beds sat little flimsy night stands with two things on it that looked almost out of place; a bible and what looked like a small crystal cigarette ash tray. Lining the wall across the room was a series of wardrobes filled to the brim with what looked like nurse outfits everyone in the room was wearing one (including me), laundry chutes were next to each of the eight wardrobes, and a door guarded by to two men in military attire were placed directly in the middle of the wall.   

 The two men broke the pattern of white on white. They were wearing standard issue military Combat Second Guard uniforms with a red star on the shoulder of there jackets, meaning they were Angel rank. The guards wore masks that covered their nose and mouth, their menacing eyes looking out from under black caps that covered army cropped hair. I wanted so bad to ware the uniform that now kept me from freedom. I have no burning desire to even look at it now.    

 I closed my eyes not wanting to silently explore my knew habitat anymore. My closed eyes and tiered body sent me drifting on a soft dark storm cloud, the events of the day went streaming through my head. First being torn from my bed in the middle of the night, than being taken form my childhood mansion near the East city just out side the Nina Gardens. I was thrown into the back of a hefty white van, not without fighting of course, but the military Angel men overpowered my small frame. This led my thoughts to the maids and caretakers that helped look after the mansion grounds and rooms… I’d hoped they were ok but, being the cynic I am, my thoughts of love and hoping, almost instantly were changed to thoughts of betrayal. It had happened before; betrayal. The word was like vinegar, it made me feel sick just thinking the word. Betrayal, of course, leads to thoughts of my father the man I loved so much…But that love died when he did.   

 My father was a scientist, and a good one at that. He had the mind of all the great scientists of the past. He would sit in his office for hours on end when he wanted to finish a formula. It used to drive my mom insane, or at least, from what I remember. He might have been brilliant, but he was mine. Mine and mine only;  I being an only child and hardly having a mother to call my own, father was mine and I his. My father was a man of value and character and I have always admired him because of that, he would be upset if he knew my plan for revenge, even if it was for him. I loved him…   

 My eyes flew open as my thoughts were so rudely interrupted. The glass doors on the other side of the room flew open letting in the sound of a bitter sweet tune being whistled. A chill ran down my spine. The man that stood in the door looked as human as anyone in the room, but the way everything went quiet when his presence became known, was unreal. He was a string bean of a man, pathetic and ignorant. He was bald and looked as if his pasty skin hadn’t seen daylight even once in his seemingly long life. The man was tall and wore a pair of small monocles on his thin bird like nose. He wore an arrogant smile that smelled of a long life of pleaser and no work. As he entered and looked around the room his gaze boar into me through his glassed eyes, his smile broadened showing perfect small yellow teeth. I did all I could to keep from shuddering, but lost in the end. I stared at him from under my white cap, the fear I felt must have been all over my face because looking pleased he turned and with a nod in my direction left the room, the glass doors hissing shut behind him.

That night my dreams were haunted by betrayal, and arrogant nameless, yellow smiles. I had dreams of angels with black wings and golden eyes. I thought of all the time I spent living in the mansion and what I would be doing now if I was still there. One dream in particular that night made me very uneasy. When I was little I had always wanted to help people and be the one everyone looked up too. My dad was that kind of man. The dream had started with nothing but darkness, but then I heard a small voice. It was so small I could barely make it out in the thickness black air. The voice was scared and whimpering so I walked toward it. As I walked it became louder and than louder it was still a very small voice but I was getting so close in the silence around me the voice seemed like shrieks and I became hysteric to find it. I didn’t know why I needed to find it but I did. I don’t remember the dream exactly because it seemed to only last for a few minutes, but I needed to find the voice… the darkness slowly gave way to light and the floor went with it. I was floating and falling and just drifting slowly like there was no gravity. Than I saw it. The source of the voice, a little girl. She was wearing a blue and white dolly dress and black shinny shoes. She was crying and I wanted to hold her so badly, but she wouldn’t turn around.  ’Turn around!’ I had yelled, ’Please, I want to help you!’ there was silence for a moment and I stopped drifting toward her. There was a sudden rush of wind and I couldn’t catch my breath. There was a loud boom and I was being sucked down to the darkness. I looked at the girl, she turned her head slowly and where her eyes should have been there were two golden lights.   

   I had missed breakfast awaking to the smell of cold eggs that had already been devoured by the people I roomed with. I got up leaving the warmth of my new bed, and put on my white cap once again. I was wearing the same white clothes as the day before unwilling to change out of the, now familiar, V-cut shirt and loose cotton Capri’s. Standing in the same spot as the day before, I looked at the faces of people I didn’t know and didn’t really care to know but had no choice. As I looked around a pattern occurred to me none of the people were older than thirty and none were younger than ten.   

 The day passed with me sitting on my bed slowly looking at everyone in the room one by one. The oldest looking man with a scruffy face and a hard set brow was the quietist. He had kind eyes looking as if he had seen much sorrow. That is another theme I was sensing, sorrow with an air of regret. From listening to a conversation between him and a young girl I figured out his name, Ronny. The young girls name was Skyller. She had the skin color of smooth creamy chocolate, and her hair was as black as night. The oldest woman in the room was always either in the corner by herself or by a chair close to the foot of my bed. Her name was Candice and from her skin color she was Native American. It is so rare to see anyone of Native American, Central American or, South American decent I was surprised at first but her presence slowly slipped to the back of my mind. A girl who looked to be about 20 and a male who seemed to be around the same age were always together. Beds next to each other and always talking. The boy had strawberry blond hair that was almost translucent and was extremely tall. The girl was extremely short in comparison and had simple and plain light brown hair the same color of her dead eyes. Her name was Ryan and his name was Todd.   

 Two people stood out to me the most, a red head and a blonde. They were standing in the same circle of people which included Ryan and Todd. This meant they were already acquainted, good. I needed a team who would get along, and who would follow orders. I moved a little closer to the group, and stood by the foot of my bed. The blonde was a boy who’s hair fell in his violet eyes, he was quite handsome, I realized with a flush of warmth to my cheeks. I quickly looked at the floor to regain my composer. I looked up slowly this time to look over his muscle build and posture. (That part was mostly for my benefit…)As my eyes swept over his face he caught my eyes with his and held them. His eyes were like perfect gems looking through his fair hair. I felt my cheeks burn red again. Snap out of it!!! I looked away not knowing what to do, than mentally kicked myself for not saying “Hi,” or “How are you?” or something like that.   

 Taking a deep breath I looked over at the girl with red hair. She was smiling and giggling silently with Ryan. She was small, with a slender flawless face that was completely engulfed by a curtain of fiery red hair. Being small would benefit her, and the way she carried herself, she looked like a runner. Both of us being pretty and giggly, we should get along just fine.  

   Smiling to myself, I thought of my childhood friend a young boy we used to tell secrets and hide from the adults. He was the son of our cook’s wife who died during childbirth. His name was Kenneth, but everyone called him Ken. I never did find out what happened to him or his family they all just seemed to disappear one day. I still miss him.    

I glanced back toward the blonde. He wasn’t there. I heard someone clear their throat behind me, turning,