The Hidden by Becca A. (the kiss of deception read online .TXT) 📖

notice I was actually hit until we stop. Blood is staining my shirt on my side. And it hurts like hell.

"Sit down" Nick says, pushing me down. I do it, not that I have a choice since Im dizzy from the blood loss. He try to stop the bleeding, and adventually does, but Im about passed out then. "You should have told me eailer" he scolds me. "I didn't know" I addmit. "How the hell could you not know?" he says, adgitated.

I shrug the best I can. "Im used to it" I think I pass out about then.
Rule 2- Think before acting, but only if you have time to. If you dont, just act

I open my eyes, blinking aginst the bright light. I first notice how it smells, salt, sea water. The second I notice is the swaying, Im on a boat. In a room, on a big boat. I sit up groggliy. I have a migraine, I rub my tempales, trying to sooth it. There is a bandage wrapped around my waist. Where I was shot, I remembered.

When I try to stand up, I fall back to the bed, feeling dizzy eaither from the boat, or my head. Where exactly am I? With the fbi guys? Not the other for sure, when I was with them, I got a dark room with only walls, ceiling, and floor.

The door opened, and Nick came in with a glass of water. "We're on our way back to the US" he says before I can ask. "I never agreed to this" I snap, and take the glass he hold out to me. "You didn't have to agree, just come, or in this case..." he trails off, shrugging. "Well this is going to be a waste of both our time then" I say, drinnking the water.

I actualy do know some of the answers though. I know who killed my father, I even know some of the case info. But not alot. So far, he wasn't my favorite person, and I wasn't answering anything. I poke at my said for a second, testing if it hurt. Its does, but Im not telling anyone that.

"Who killed your father?" Nick asks. Hes pathetic, thinking I'll just tell him. Im pretty sure my look tells him what Im thinking. He sits in a chair, and waits.

"You are pathetic. Do you think I know?" I asks. Well, bad question.
"Yeah, Im pretty damnd sure you know. Now, tell me who killed your father" he said, getting adgitated. I love games, and this one was all mine.

"Too bad for you" I shrugged.
"You'll be considered an acomplice to whomever killed him" he warned.
"Like hell I would kill my own father! He was a great man, and whoever killed him deserves to burn in hell" I snapped.
"I said considered, I know you didn't. If you tell me, its going to make this alot easier, and if you want, I can make sure they die" he said camly. I leaned back, calming myself. He was all bluff, anything he said. And I could get out of anything, anywhere. Ive done it before.

"I don't know, and if you had just left me alone, you wouldn't have someone fallowing you right now" I said. I knew they were fallowing, they won't let me leave that easily. Nicks eyes widened, suprised. "Who? and how would you know that?" he asked, glancing at the door, as if wanting to go check.

"They just found me, they arn't letting me go that easily" I said camly. I was actualy freaking out, I didn't wan't to go back there. Never.
Nick told me to wait, while he went up deck. I knew he wouldn't see anything, but chances were, they were already on the ship.
I heard yelling, shots fired. They were here. Oh shit, ok act now, think later. I quickly looked around, looking for a weapon. My boots were gone, I had a knife in there. Tied to my shin though was a gun. God these people were stupid if they didn't notice that.
There was no window, can't get out that way. I opened the door, no one in the halls. I went quitly, gun drawn down the hall. There was still noise about deck. This reminded me of a pirete movie. Not the time to think about movies.
I found the stairs, and heart pounding, went up. The noise was louder there. The guys who I was dreading would find me where here. I don't freeze, I run. I run, ducking bullets, and fists. I have to shoot a couple people to keep them from grabbing me, but thats better than me getting shot.
A hand grabs my wrist and yanks me back. I stumble, falling flat on my back. The guys breath stinks of acholal, and rot. Hes one of them. He grunts as I try to get him off me, but dosn't move. He pins me down so Im unmobial. No no no. Not again. I fight back a scream and work on kicking him off. I hate boats, I hate him, I hate everyone on this fucking boat!
I almost get him off me, but he pins me right back down. My gun. I can almost reach it, he had knocked it out of my hand. I try to reach for it, but a boot steps on my writst. Bones crack, and I scream. How is no one else noticing? The pain is sharp, and it radiated up my arm. I look up to who had done it. Its him, the one who set it all up, who personaly killed my father, who personall torchared me, the one who I also know killed my mother. This is true terror.
He kneels down next to me, rag in hand, I can already smell Rohypnol. Or maybe cloroform, hes used both before. I hate him too, and his german acent.
"Gute Nacht Mädchen"

he whispers, placing the rag over my mouth. Good night girl

Rule 3-Never let down your gaurd

I awoke groggy, blinded by the bright light above me. I let out a soft groan as the light sent a wave of pain through my head.
I tried to remember what happened, and where I was. I absently felt around my, testing the ground. It was smooth, cold, metal.
The boat, thr fight, german accent.I was back, in this horrid place. I instantly froze, my eyes focusing now on my surroundings. There was a small ceailing light, swinging gentaly as the whole place moved. Slowly, I sat up.
Another ship. I stumbled as I tried to stand up, and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Maybe I wasn't where I thought I was, but that was highly doubtful.
There was no windows, just a metal floor, and wodden sides, and the light. And a door. I instantly went to that, trying to tug it open. I felt like punching a hole in the wall when it didn't open. Know what, thats not to bad of an idea.
I threw my fist at the wall, pushing every ounce of frustration, fear, and anger into it. My fist connected with a loud crack, at first, I wasn't sure if it was my hand that broke, of the wall. I think both.
The wall had a hole in it, and light shone through. There must be a room on the other side. Down side, my hand was bleeding, and most likly broke. I clutched it, and clenched my teeth to keep from crying out. Better they dont know Im awake yet. They will soon enough though.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped back, and kicked the wall, right where the hole was forming. The hole widened, and more light shone through. I hoped no one was on the other side.
I kicked at it repteadly, widening the hole, and slowly letting the fear leave me. Maybe everyone was asleep. Maybe not.
When it was finally big enough to go through, I slipped through it, getting scratched by the broken bits of wood. This room had a table, and food on a counter. A lunch room? It wasn't like them to make it so easy, maybe they had gotten stupider, or me just smartter. Most likly the later. I grabbed some food, and shoved some into my pockets, just in case.
I tried that door, it was open, and I was glad. I dont think I would be able to get my way through another wall. As I carefully walked down the hall, I noticed how pourply built this boat was.

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Publication Date: 12-30-2011

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Dedication:
To everyone who knows there is always going to be mysteries