Chloe

Chloe slowly regained consciousness. In a flash, she remembered everything that had happened - the killing, meeting Newfeld, feeling emotions, and being kidnapped by him. The sweet smell of chloroform still lingered in her nose.

A sudden bump made her open her eyes with a start. She was facing something grey. A seat. It was a car seat. So she was in a car. The car was moving. So she was travelling. Travelling where?

She tried to sit up, and almost fell off the seat. She realised her hands and legs were tied behind her, at the same time that she realised that she had a terrible headache.

"Oh, look, you're awake," a familiar voice said. Newfeld. Chloe wiggled around in the seat, trying to get up, but it was impossible. She stopped wriggling around and sighed.

"You feeling okay?" he asked. She took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Where are you taking me?" she questioned.

He smirked. "Somewhere you'll be safe."

What? He wanted to keep her safe? "I was already safe where I was, thank you for your concern," she replied. Newfeld simply shook his head. Chloe ignored it.

"You were supposed to kill me, right? Why haven't you killed me yet?" she asked? Then it suddenly dawned on her. "Are you going to torture me? A slow painful death?"

Newfeld chuckled. "You ask a lot of questions for someone who just woke up."

"Well, maybe if you told me what was going on, I wouldn't be asking them," she snapped. He chuckled again. "Easy, tiger."

Chloe growled in response and began wriggling again. She had to get out. She had experienced a moment, well, maybe a few dozen moments of weakness back at the fashion show, but that was a mistake. She had been taken by surprise by her newly found emotions. But she wasn't gonna let them take her down. Chloe Mayra Garnett was still in the game.

"Where are we?" she asked. Her head was near the right side door. From her position, she could see Newfeld seated in the driver's seat, hands on the steering wheel. She could feel the car moving beneath her. There had to be some way...

"Why don't you see for yourself?" he responded. She gave a fake laugh. "Funny, man. Now, seriously, where are we?" Chloe could see dry and dusty lands outside, with a few bushes here and there. It was bright and sunny, but no sunlight streamed into the car.

"Well, we aren't at the venue anymore," he joked. 

"No kidding, dude. I saw a few models outside... Oh, wait! That's just DUST."

Newwfeld laughed, his whole body vibrating with the sound. "I never realized how much I missed your sarcasm," he said. There it was again. Those few expressions, sentences, where he acted like he knew her from before. Better to question him now than never.

"Missed? What do you mean, MISSED? You act like you've known me for a long time," she called him out. He sighed, any traces of his laughter gone. "I do know you, Fel," he replied softly.

"And Fel? What the heck is that?" Chloe simultaneously resized that the car had come to a stop. Newfeld turned around in his seat, and looked at her. Chloe glared at him. He continued to hold her stare, and started speaking. "Your name isn't Chloe. Chloe whatever." She made sure her expression didn't change. He was obviously lying.

"Your name is Felicia North."

"And why should I believe you?" she lashed out. Newfeld's face was dripping with sadness. "You won't," he answered. He exhaled and turned around, starting up the car again. Chloe was a little thrown off by the look on his face when he had told her her 'real name'. He had seemed genuinely sad, genuinely in want of her approval, her belief.

Chloe shook her head. He only wanted to get into her head, and he was succeeding.

"I suggest you make yourself comfortable," he said, calmness back in his voice.

"I suggest you let me go," Chloe replied. She squirmed in her seat, trying to remove the knots tying her hands and legs together. She had never bothered to learn how to remove knots. Normally she would have gotten her captor to remove it themselves, but Newfeld was different. Her powers weren't working on him. Maybe he knew the answer to know that.

"Hey, why don't my- " She stopped when she noticed the car was standing still again. She saw him placing a spray bottle on the dashboard on the car, a cloth in his other hand.

"What-" She realized too late for the second time, as he interrupted her with a swift motion of his cloth-holding hand towards her face. The sweet smell filled her nose as the world faded out once again.

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