(Disclaimer this feature LGBTQ+ characters,Therians and the FBI)
chapter four
I woke up in a chair my head was spinning. There was a table in front of me and a chair on the other side. There was a gray box on top of the table.
I started up head still pounding. I leaned against the table. The room looked about 17 by 17 ft. There was a door to my right I started towards the door.
I tried the handle it didn’t budge. I started back towards the chair my head hurt. I noticed a one sided mirror on the other side of the room.
I sat back down. My bags were nowhere in sight. I looked closer at the mirror I could see people On the other side! But isn’t it supposed to be a one sided mirror?
But before I could investigate further someone came in. They sat in the other chair. They had dirty blond hair, green eyes and light brown skin.
I looked at them questioningly. They took out a pen and notepad.
“I’m going to ask you some questions” they said
At that point I noticed the small white box on my arm. I nodded.
“When we’re you born?” They asked.
“My 26 2067” I whisper.
“Are you adopted?”
“No” I answered confused. why would they want to know that?
“Are you human?” Okay now I was confused of course I was human “well yeah” I said eyeing them like they were crazy.
I glanced back at the mirror I could definitely see people.
“Can you see people through the mirror?” I was surprised they must’ve seen me glance at the mirror.
I hesitated. “No” I lied. They wrote some things in the notepad.
They asked some more questions.
“Are the gold streaks in your hair real?” I answered yes of course, why would they want to know that?
They got up and started up towards the door. I was still to nervous to ask them anything. They opened the door looked back at me and sighed. Then the door closed.
I glanced back at the one sided mirror, I couldn’t see anyone on the other side. Huh weird.
I looked closer at the box on my arm it Was about 2 by 2 inches. And plane white.
so much for investigating. I spotted a pen on the table they must of accidentally left the pen when they left.
I got an idea, I grabbed the pen and started to try and pry off the box on my arm. I didn’t care that there was cameras.
I had gotten about half of it off when I felt a prick on my neck and everything went dark.
that’s it for chapter four! I hope you liked it sorry it took me so long I’m not good at writing about interrogation lol :DD
Oh I’m going to call my book lost and found.
-Rainbow kitty
