(+1 for ya, Misaki! You did it pretty well! You described the situation perfectly!~<3)
The flames behind them went smaller and smaller as the car sped away from the scene.
Aquilas looked back, gazing at the exploded remains of the cars chasing after them, getting farther and farther away as the car picked up speed.
She was deep in thought as she stared in front. Why am I doing this? She said to herself.
She was still deep in mystery about her identity, her purpose---EVERYTHING. She had no clear goal as of now, and what she knew what she was currently doing was extremely dangerous.
I have no other choice, do I? She sat there, trying again her very best to recall any thoughts or memories she had before waking up in that bleached out lab.
The skull-splitting headache once again returned. Her past memories, everything she was before all this, seemed to be blocked by her very own mind. How ironic.
The more she tried to recall her memories, all the more it was difficult to remember. It was like holding water in cupped hands.
Give it up, she thought, It's impossible.
She knew she had no choice but to follow the path fate led. But her objective for now was clear. Now that she had nowhere else to go, it would be best to be with people who at least knew who she was.
She must obey the orders of whoever-it-was that sends her instructions. Maybe someday, she would know more about herself from that person.
She looked head-on as the car picked up more speed. A pair of silver grey orbs stared back at her from the front mirror.
She then glanced sideways to the girl she had been ordered to take.
The girl gripped on to something in her pocket. A knife. Aquilas noticed, though she was not sure how she knew it.
"Don't even try," Aquilas warned. 'Unless you want a death wish."
The girl released her grip from her weapon.
"Then tell me this: who are you and why do you want me?" The girl snarled.
Aquilas's silver grey eyes sharpened as she glared at the girl, intimidating her. The girl seemed to retain her composure and gaze, but her hands were slightly shaking.
Her phone rang. It was the same number that had been texting her---what could be happening now?
Aquilas slid her finger across the Answer button. "Hello?"
Hand the phone over to Misaki. NOW.
Aquilas's veins froze as hard as ice as shivers went down her spine.
Cold. Emotionless. Direct. Terrifying.
As soon as Aquilas heard the voice, she knew she shouldn't anger whoever that person was.
That person's voice was so direct, so ferocious, so straightforward and stern that it was impossible to disobey their order.
And it was so mysterious. Even though the voice was clear and did not seem to be manipulated or altered by any machine, it was impossible to predict who that person was.
Their voice---it was so vague and blurry, yet so clear and straightforward.
It was impossible to describe the voice by words alone. Even by this moderate tone, the person exercised extreme control and order by using only their speech.
It was terrifying, yet fascinating.
Snapping back to her senses, Aquilas handed the phone over to Misaki.
Hello, dear Misaki. I presume you recognize me?
Misaki shook hard as cold sweat dripped from her face.
Surely you don't know why people want you, but remember this: DO NOT TRUST ANYONE. NOT EVEN AEYRA. You are very special. Very intriguing, very interesting. I look forward to meeting you.
The call ended, and Misaki went numb, the phone dropping onto the seat beside her.
Aquilas stared at Misaki, as the car's speed slowly dropped and in front of them stood a magnificent skyscraper.
Kurosawa Hotel, the huge silver sign glowed above the main entrance of the building.
The car stopped in front. Opening the car door, Aquilas stepped out, gazing at the beautiful, magnificent building right before her very eyes.