My name is Tom Winters, I am thirteen years old. I have fairly fit body with short raven hair and brown eyes. I have a little sister named Aura; she's seven. She is a very petite girl with doll like features; she has her mom's auburn hair and green eyes, if I remember right.
She and I are being held prisoner by a group calling themselves The Agency. I want to escape, I really do, but I don't know where they are holding my sister. That and, if I resist them or try to escape, they promise to beat her senseless until I comply or return for a punishment of my own, usually having to watch Aura being tortured on a video screen.
'Please... Please, someone help us.' crying in my bed, I whispered. "Can anyone hear me!?"
I have the ability to gain knowledge and skills from other people's minds but I am not able to talk to them this way, though I still try. I am hoping I will, someday, reach someone and get them to send help for me and my little sister.
We had just celebrated my twelfth birthday before his nightmare began, Aura and I had come to Europe on vacation. Only, our bungalow was not yet ready so we had to find a hotel room to stay the night. We had walked into a hotel, just inside the outskirts of Rome and approached the desk where dad politely cleared his throat. He was an average sized man, from what I remember, but he was very strong, always wearing a business suit....
'May I help you?' asked the clerk, politely.
'Yes, we are vacationing here in your beautiful nation." smiling, dad said. "Unfortunately, our bungalow is not ready yet. We were hoping you had a room available for the four of us tonight.'
The desk clerk looked down at some papers then turned back to dad, smiling. 'You're in luck, sir.' he said. 'A gentleman, Mr. Kline, had reserved a two bedroom suite a few weeks ago but canceled at the last minute. He left instructions to give the room to someone who could use it. It's paid up until the end of next week'
Dad smiled. 'Now, that's generosity.' he said.
The clerk nodded. 'He's known for that.' he waved to someone behind them. 'If you will be kind enough to sign in on the registry, I will have the bellhop carry your bags up.'
Dad signed his name in the book then followed the hotel worker to the elevator, which took them up to the tenth floor.
'This is your room, sir.' politely, the bellhop said.
'Thank you.' handing the teenager a large bill, dad said. 'Just leave the bags here, my kids and I can carry them in.'
'Yes, sir.' smiling, the bellhop replied. 'Thank you.'
With that, he placed the bags down and walked away as dad unlocked the door and walked in with mom following close behind with Aura and I in the hall, gathering the smaller bags. Just as we reached the door, a powerful explosion rocked the room, sending the two of us to the floor. I looked up as Aura screamed to find, to my horror, that the room mom and dad had just walked into was completely engulfed in flames.
'Daddy!'
The next few days afterward were a blur to me as Aura and I were taken away to a strange, frightening place were we were separated and I was given a number of injections, making my mind feel clouded and confused. The monsters who had kidnapped us forced me into training in how to kill and torture people, form strategies on what I learn from people's minds and find weaknesses in those people they put before me. I wanted to escape, only my captors are holding my sister, Aura hostage. We were a prisoner of The Agency.
'You will do exactly as you are told.' one man had said. 'If you don't, we will beat your sister until she stops moving. Is that clear, Tom?'
I has been a year since then and i still want to escape. The only question was how?
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