The pic above ^ is of Damien.

Recap

I tried to say something but my mind was working in a haze ,the pain still making my ears ring. Not seeming to find my voice I settled on glaring at him.

He smirked at my reaction. His expression amused.

" Welcome to the Core."
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"Who the fuck are you?"

"Nice to meet you too." His annoying smirk never leaving his face.

"Cut the crap okay! What am I doing over here?" I snapped .

"What are you doing here indeed?"

I just stared at him grinding my teeth waiting for an answer.

"Get up and come after me."he finally said.

"And what makes you think that I'll actually listen to you?" I shot back.

"Look I really don't have patience to deal with your newbie shit right now, so just get up and follow me."

Newbie shit?

His whole demeanor changed in a second. The eyes that were dancing with amusement a moment ago had turned icy blue now.

Bipolar much?

As much as I wanted to defy him, I didn't. I wanted to know where the fuck I was. So I decided to shut up for a while and see where this goes.

I tried standing up but stumbled right back on the bed. My head was hurting like a bitch. Groaning, I rubbed my temples to ease out the pain.

"I don't have all day." came the irritated voice of a certain bastard.

Gritting my teeth I slowly got back up and staggered towards him. The jerk didn't move a muscle to help me. Not that I needed it anyways.

I followed him out of the door and found myself in a corridor which was as white as the room I woke up in.

The corridor had multiple rooms lined along. It looked like a hospital.

We reached the elevator. The jerk pressed the button for ground floor. We were on the second.

He didn't utter a single word all through. I noticed he was tensed and high on alert. His sharp jaw clenched tight. His whole body was in a defence stance. Thanks to my street fighting experience that I could assess such things.

But why?

Was he apprehensive of me? Did I look like a threat to him?

Even though I know a move or two, I don't think I can take this guy down. Not without a weapon at least.

His whole demeanor screamed fighter. Even though he was not bulky his muscles were taut. It could be seen even through the t- shirt he wore.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a ding as the elevator doors opened to reveal a busy reception sort of place.

Young people in casual clothes roamed around in groups, laughing and jesting.

Some were in formals and were slightly older in age. I even saw a few wearing uniforms looking like gym trainers.

Some of them completely ignored me and some gave me curious looks. But mostly the people were engrossed in whatever they were doing.

I followed him as he entered through a door which lead to another corridor. However this wasn't white like the other one.

This one had floors of polished mahogany and crème walls, overall giving a classy look.

He halted before a particular door with a plate displaying the word  'CHAIRMAN'.

He raised his hands and knocked sharply. The reply came out as a muffled come in .

He swung opened the door and beckoned me to follow.

I wordlessly entered the office with similar decor as the corridor outside.

A middle aged man sat at the desk in the centre of the room. He looked at me with cold calculating eyes, silently assessing me.

Suppressing the urge to avert my eyes under his intense scrutiny, I kept my gaze on him.

"Damien you can leave us now. Thank you." said the man, flicking his gaze to the guy for a second.

Damien.

Bast- Damien left without a word, shutting the door with a click.

"Take a seat Renée." He motioned towards the chair on the other side of the desk. His voice was eerily quiet and yet assertive, the power clear in it.

I did as he said.

"How do you know my name?" My voice was surprisingly calm and unwaivering.

"Renée Rodriguez, daughter of Paula Rodriguez, and Silvio Rodriguez who died when you were of one year. Your mother, Paula was remarried to Atticus Winston. You used to participate in illegal street brawls. Currently your mother and step father are dead and their bodies in the custody of police who have declared you as guilty of their murder." He finished.

I could only gape at him as he narrated my whole life as if reading out a document.

"I don't just know your name. I know more about you than you yourself do." He said with a smirk.

"Who are you?" I managed to croak out. My mind was reeling.

"I'm Felix Knight. You can say I'm your well wisher."

"Well wisher? I said incredulously.

" If you are my so called well wisher then why have you kidnapped me? Why am I being restrained over here?" I practically shouted.

"Kidnapped you? More like saved your sorry ass Miss Rodriguez." his voice had turned colder which I didn't know was possible.

" If we hadn't reached in time you would have been in the hands of police, arrested under the charge of two brutal murders. "

"I DID NOT KILL MY MOM."

I shouted at his face. My hands clenched the arms of the chair in a death grip, leaving finger dents in the black leather.

"But you did kill your step-father."

I didn't reply. I didn't have any reply.

He didn't even raise his voice but there was a dangerous edge in his voice warning me to not raise my voice or otherwise I wouldn't be spared again.

"Who are you? Why did bring me here? Why even care to help me?" My voice went quiet again. And I couldn't hide the slight helplessness in it.

I was taken aback as his eyes softened for a second. But turned back to its stone self again.

"I told you we are your well wisher. We haven't forced you to stay here, but if you do I assure you,  you will be safe. And if you don't then feel free to go and get yourself handed over to the police only to get prosecuted because obviously all the evidence is against you."

Felix was right.

If I left this place then surely I would be arrested because there is no way that anyone will believe what i did was self defense.

But on the other hand I didn't believe that this man was my well wisher.

Obviously he would ask something in return.

And what if he knew the answers to the freakish happenings like the sparks from my fingers?

Clearly staying was a better option for me. Way better.

"What do I have to do to stay here? What do you want?"

"So you decided to stay. Sensible choice. Well, all you have to do is sign on an agreement."he said, clearly approving of my choice.

"Agreement of what?"

"Of our deal."

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