Mistakenly Forgotten

9. Mistakenly Taken!

Silence!

Pinned to the walls of the large mansion, at the west coast of the Amalfi Island, where the modern visionary glass house stood at the top of rocky peak, was nothing but utter silence.

Inside the large; guest room, with three white walls and the large glass door that lead towards a balcony; the all black furniture; where a low-profile bed rested in peace with white sheets over which laid a beauty in utter peace. Her hands spread on her either sides while her body entangled in her white gown.

Around the bed stood six large figures, towering her with their shadows. Two on each three sides of the bed.

Ariana and Eve stood in utter silence looking ahead of them at Vincent and Brian who stood in the same stealth, looking at them and the adjacent to them; at Lucas and Nicholas.

Who both had a warry expression; ridden all over their twin faces.

Lucas gritted his teeth, flexing his jaw, showing his utter disappointment and anger.

“Who were you supposed to kidnap?” He asked in an extremely low tone.

“Valerie Gordon.” Brian spoke up, noticing when no one else spoke up.

He let go off an exasperated breath, “And who did you kidnap?”

There was a moment of awkward and fearful silence, until Eve spoke up;

“We are guessing, not-Valerie Gordon?”

As soon as the gang brought the precious possession of a girl in a bridal dress, they thought to be the bride of the wedding that was supposed to take place within the next twenty-four hours.

Lucas felt happy and extremely proud of his team, even popping out a bottle of champagne with his friends who had pulled off the job neatly until Nicholas came into his office and turned the Television on; showing him a news flash on the CNN.

The news showed a hysteric Gordon family, announcing that their cousin/ niece who is amnesic had gone missing. And that was when the news channel flashed an image of Arya, right next to Valerie, showing their uncannily familiar features, with a large difference of structural body broadness of the two. 

And now they stood in front of the unconscious girl, wondering what would they do with her.

Suddenly Nicholas burst into laughter and everyone looked at him, except for Lucas, who closed his anger, his veins filled with vexation.

“Didn’t you guys know who to kidnap?” he asked loudly, midst Nicholas’s loud fits of laughter.

They all shared a look until Lucas turned his face at Ariana and stood fixated, demanding an answer.

“He had anal with Framboise on the mission itinerary.” She pointed at Vincent and everyone groaned at her snitch. “I am sorry guys; he was torturing me with his gaze.”

Eve rolled her eyes and slapped her forehead, while Lucas turned to give Vincent a deadly gaze. Listening to the Vincent’s carelessness, Nicholas burst even more louder, laughing as if the entire tragedy was a situational comedy for him.

“Why the f**k would you even do that?” he asked Vincent.

“Because…” he searched for an answer until he finally spit the truth, again intimidated by Lucas’s scrutinizing blue eyes; that could rip someone off their soul.

“I am sorry okay!” he spat out of fear. “Framboise was just so welcoming for anal.”

His words triggered Lucas’s anger, while it accelerated Nicholas’s laugh.

Everyone gave him a scrutinized gaze that made him realize that he was being inappropriate. He finally held back his laughter and his stomach that probably hurt with too much due to laughter.

“I am sorry guys… but this is just so f*****g ridiculous.” He burst out laughing while Lucas heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Just think, what the f**k can we do with her, while I go and find out the unintentionally required scene you guys had created by f*****g one small thing up.” He yelled out loud, moving out of the room.

Leaving behind everyone in complete silence while Nicholas continued laughing.

“You guys are so f*****g dumb.” He laughed, moving out of the room.

“Well, what are we supposed to do with her now?” Eve asked looking at Arya who was still unconscious.

“She has been half-dead for the past thirty hours, what the f**k did you guys give her?” Brian complained. Before anyone could answer, he groaned, stepping ahead, “I am going to go and get myself a smoothie.”

“No, you’re not going anywhere.” Ariana stopped him. “We all created this mess and we need to get this straight.”

“At least, can we just rest. I am f*****g tired.” Eve demanded.

“I kind of agree with her.” Vincent cranked his neck complaining.

“Fine, we go to our rooms, rest for a while and come back immediately to get this straight.” Ariana concluded and they all began to move out of the room, until stopped by a small noise creating out of Arya’s mouth.

She stirred in her place on the bed, moving her limbs and shaking her head a little. Her eyelids felt like lifting kilos of metallic weight but she finally won the battle and opened her eyes, shielding with her hand; the excruciating rays of sunlight falling directly on her disheveled form. Her face now completely fallen into a mess with smudges of makeup left in different corners of her pale white beauty and a tint of mascara concentrated around her eyes. Her hair was fallen all over the pillow that she rested on but she managed to get her head up from it, with a piercing sharp pain surging right through it. 

She immediately grabbed the back of her head, still getting up on her feet. She groaned, feeling a bump over the back of her head. 

The core four stood with dreaded expressions looking at Arya, as if she is a corpse bride. Vincent stepped ahead to make a rational conversation and Ariana gestured him but was stopped by Brian. 

Arya sensed someone else, other than her inside the room and turned to give a look at the four horrified faces. 

“Who… where…?” she spoke in fragments, trying to makeup of what was happening around her. 

Suddenly her mind flashed with pain, making her head throb, as she tried remembering her existence but nothing came to her. Suddenly she felt lost; the feeling was familiar but not a remembrance. There was nothing she could remember. Her mind was a complete blank. 

Her face took over a horrified look as she looked down at herself in that white gown and dreaded thinking of hundreds and thousands of possibilities. 

Am I married?

But… to whom?

She looked around her fingers and found them entirely empty. And then looked up at the shocked faces. None of those faces seemed to trigger any memory inside her brain, that throbbed as she closed her eyes and flashes of memories, blazed through her brain. 

A vivid picture of a young, tall and broad woman flashed through her mind, calling out towards her, touching her face. The image was too vivid for her to make up the face of the woman but she smiled and called out, “Arya!”

That was the moment when she finally caught a hold of her name. 

Her brain fazed again and she froze over a picture of a phone in her hands. 

She gasped, opening her eyes and searching her body, her muscles working its memory to the first thing she did after she ever gained consciousness. 

Ariana noticed her gesture of trying to search something, so she stepped ahead, “What are you looking for?”

Arya looked around hopeless, picking up the pillow, trashing around the bed, walking through shelves, finally reaching the mantlepiece and searching through ornaments, ignoring everyone else. 

She finally had another picture flashed through her mind. A picture of a place that was more wood and mahogany then the tiles of black and white, with ceramics and marble and the black mantlepiece, which was shining with her reflection that she finally got a hold of.

It then hit her, the room she was familiar of was entirely wooden, with wooden furniture and mahogany paint all around the walls. It wasn’t her ‘safe place’.

Her eyes went wide as she realized her case of amnesia, that she probably has lost a chunk of her memory where she doesn’t remember much. 

She felt a slight tap on her shoulder and gasped turning around to see a set of horrified four faces.

“Listen, what is wrong with you?” Eve stepped ahead and spoke in a bored tone. 

“Are you okay?” 

Arya shock her head a negative. And then looked around the place, none of the faces triggered anything in her mind and anxiety started crippling her system, where she was losing the ability to think about anything anymore. 

Flashes blazed through her mind again as she pictured another young woman, with a vivid face and sleeker structure, laughing with her face turned away from Arya. 

“Are you okay?” She felt a tap on her shoulder and broke out of her flashback to look at Vincent who had a cocky expression plastered over his face. 

“I… my…” Arya tried to make up her words looking anywhere but their faces, while the four judged her mental health. 

“She is just lost.” Brian gestured. 

She felt Vincent step near her again and her body worked its defense making her back away from him and stand against the fireplace. 

“Stay away from me.” She warned, making Vincent look at her with shock and then look back at his friends. 

The four shared a mystique look until they burst out laughing, rendering Arya confused. 

“Listen… if anything…” Vincent spoke between his laughs. “… I am least interested in women in white gowns.”

His words increased Arya’s anxiety by multiple folds, rendering her shocked as to why she was in a bridal dress. 

“Why am I in this dress?” she asked, making everyone give her a confused look. 

“You should know that.” Ariana pointed at the obviosity of the question. 

“Why am I here?” 

Not getting the answer to her first question, she jumped to second on. 

They all shared a glance, filled with confusion; probably wondering if they should simply tell her that she has been abducted or give her an entire perplex of how she has been ‘Mistakenly taken’.

“Do I know you people?” 

The bridge of questions was chaining down her mind and unraveling through her anxious self, one by one. 

“Why don’t I remember anyone of you? What have you done?”

Her lips trembled, pushing herself against the mantlepiece. 

They all stood confused, until Ariana decided to question her. 

“Do you remember what happened to you, before you went unconscious?” 

She wanted to know what was actually happening to Arya’s mind or probably actually dig out why was David carrying her in a bridal dress, while she wasn’t even the actual bride. 

Arya’s breath grew heavier as her mind dazed with confusion, thinking about how she has zero memory of her identity, just except for a name that was constantly ringing in her mind. 

Her hands trembled as anxiety took over her mind and she remained perturbed. 

Her mind flashed with the picture of a black phonic device, that she seemed to miss. 

“The phone…” she mumbled to herself but it was loud enough of everyone to hear.

“What phone?” Ariana questioned; her mind settled by now that Arya was having post-traumatic amnesia. 

Arya looked at them with confusion, until her mind settled to another questioned. 

“What’s my name?” she questioned with concern. 

The four looked at each other, looking for an answer, no one had actually paid much attention to her name when it was being announced at the TV. They were too pre-occupied with the remorse of their confusing mistake. 

“It’s something with an ‘A’…” Eve stated schmuck-ly lingering over her thought. “They were announcing it at the TV.”

Arya’s eyes grew bigger listening to those words, “T—TV?” 

“I mean yeah… well…” Being the big mouth Eve’s blabber self was out in no minute, “They were telling when you went missing….”

Arya’s heart drenched in anxiety. It now made sense to her that she was lost and confused. 

Lost – because she was in no usual place of hers.

Confused – because she had no memory about her whereabouts. 

Vincent took pity at the pretty face that was plastered with confusion and stepped ahead. 

“Listen… you should…”

“No!” Arya screamed in her defense, taking him off guard. 

Her instincts worked too fast and she turned to her left and picked up the thin yet heavy fireplace rod out of the expensive Romanian set. 

“Stay away from me!” she warmed in a thin voice. 

The four laughed lightly, taking her warning as a plight. 

“Okay Mulan, keep that thing away.” Vincent laughed, moving ahead only to have that rod hit right over his arm as he went stumbling down. 

He whooshed with pain, falling on to his side and grabbing his bruised arm. Even Arya was left shocked to see the impact of the force with which she hit Vincent. 

“What the f**k!” Vincent groaned with pain. 

“What the hell, you b***h!” Ariana shook as the wrath of Arya’s hit, “he was being nice to you.” 

She stepped ahead only to be stopped by Arya, as she pointed the long pointy edge of the rod at Ariana. 

Having her temper flare up, Ariana pulled out the gun from behind, making everyone gasp. But Arya, tilted her head, studying Ariana’s grip, her body having a reflex of its own. 

She seemed to calculate the grip and timing so perfectly, that her hand moved the rod over Ariana’s wrist, hitting it hard, making the gun stumble on the ground, as her body took a three-sixty degree turn and hit her elbow right over Ariana’s face. 

Ariana went stumbling down, with the impact over her nose. Seeing this Eve felt offended and stepped ahead punching right into Arya’s wrist but she immediately grabbed her hand. 

Nothing seemed to make sense to Arya, she tightly grabbed onto Eve’s wrist. Eve tried pulling by Arya’s fist seemed to that of iron. 

Eve put in another punch only to be stopped by Arya, who as well was just as shocked by her combat skills. 

She pulled in Eve and head butted her, making her stumble down on the ground. Vincent got up just in time, pulling onto another fireplace rod but Arya dodged the hit by jerking forward and turned around. She kicked her rod that was lying on the ground and lifted it off with her feet, grabbing it and sword fighting it off with Vincent. 

Vincent was rendered shocked to see someone, with Arya’s stature have this level of excellent skills. 

All of Arya’s confusion was now gone, replaced by focus, as if she was a machine, designed to fight. 

Sensing Vincent’s confusion, she took the opportunity and hitting his rod up high and bending down to hit his calves, making him stumble to the ground, using her strong legs, she lifted up and hit him right onto the face, making him stumble onto the ground.

Brian who was shocked as ice, saw his best friend and his team’s best fighter, being beaten by a girl. He hurried his feet out of the room to gather some help, yelling for the guards to show up, while Ariana got up again and Arya simply punched her down in the face. 

Two guards rushed in the room, while Brian was still running in the corridor towards Lucas’s office. 

Two broad guards above six feet, entered the room and saw the scenario but went ahead to attack the psycho bride. Arya picked up rods in both of her hands and like a knight, surged a competitive fight, spinning around and hitting the large guards. Who were taken off guard by the hits, and stumbled down by the sharp blows, until three other guards entered the room. 

One of them grabbed the rod and pulled Arya towards him, she stumbled backwards and was caught by another guard. Lifting her feet up, she used the man’s arm in front of her and turned around to head butt the one holding her and elbowed the one who was rendered behind her. 

The man behind her went stumbling down and tried to reach for her, grabbing the thin straps of her dress on her back, tearing it off. 

She gasped sensing her dress cutting lose but again her brain wasn’t given a further opportunity to think as more large men rushed into the room. 

One after the other, she fought ten more men, knocking them all out and was even punching one large bald guy on the head when something hard hit her head, rendering her motionless. She grabbed onto her head, where she felt a blow earlier, something that triggered flashes of a lean brunette, sitting on a bed, covering herself with sheets and arguing with her, while something had hit her. 

She turned around and flashback was now replaced by the present where an angry man’s face with clenched expressions stamped her mind. 

Black dots appeared around her eyes, while her head throbbed with immense pain, that almost killed her. Her vision blurred as she tried to focus but light brightened around her eyes, blinding her vision. 

Her body weakened and she finally lost the ability to stand, loosing the grip over her self-existence she finally fell head first, into the arms of the man who knocked her unconscious, the man to be non-other than Lucas Santiago.

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