I groaned and opened my eyes. I looked at my arm. It was blueish and see-through. I stood, and as I did, I saw myself solidifying. I looked around the room. It looked like a hotel room. I was standing in the corner. A man was laying on a bed, sleeping. His shirt wasn't on, and I cringed, averting my eyes. A name popped into my head the moment I had laid my eyes on him. Thomas Hunter. Hmm. Strange. A woman was tied and gagged in a corner. Monique De Raison, my mind said immediately. She spotted me in the corner and grunted in surprise, kicking the bed that the man was laying on. At that moment, the door swung open, and another man walked in. Thankfully, he had a shirt on. A long scar ran down his cheek. He surveyed the room thoughtfully. Carlos Missirian. He had a gun in his hands, and it immediately flicked to me. I put my hands by my head, startled. The man moved quickly. First, he knocked the woman out and took the gag out of her mouth. I gasped, and the man turned to me, holding up the gun.
"No! Don't shoot me!" I whispered, feeling too weak to speak up. Prayers ran through my head. I wondered if this really was Carlos Missirian. But that was impossible. He was a story character. From...Black. My eyes widened.
"Carlos," I muttered, and the man's eyes flashed in surprise. "Carlos Missirian," I said again.
"You know me," the man growled. "How?"
My heartbeat slowed. I lowered my hands.
"I don't know," I said slowly. "The name burst into my mind when I saw you. I read it in a book once, but other than that I've never really heard it before."
The man was silent for a moment. Thinking. He stood and made his way to me in three large steps. With a single punch, I blacked out.
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