The four men come directly to the door. I don't know if they can see me since the auditorium lights have been turned off. All I can think about is the fact that Vincent's plan might be to kill them.
I mean I know they overstepped their boundaries with me. But just because they're idiots doesn't sentence them to death. They didn't hurt me.
And if Vincent does kill them, then he might have a reason to stay tonight. Which means we'll lose an opportunity to escape from here. I don't want to stay any longer than I have to.
I hear the lights flick on. I close my eyes momentarily until they adjust. I look over my shoulder and watch Andrew and Salvation come to stand next to me as Vincent passes us and heads towards the door. His stride is prideful now. His head is held high, he has a grin on his face and his hands are set behind him.
I watch Vincent open the door and lead the four guys over to me, Andy and Sal. "These are my supervisors," Vincent says, gesturing to Andrew and Sal.
The boys introduce themselves as Andy and Sal, which is not something they normally do. Those nicknames are normally reserved for friends. Having the four guys in close proximity makes me back away shyly. I move behind Salvation just enough so that no one would be able to touch me.
I look over at Vincent and I instantly make eye contact since he was already watching me. He looks amused. As if it's funny that I'm cautious of the men he's brought in to the restaurant. Though I should be more afraid for them instead of being afraid of them.
"We were very impressed by your employee today. She was amazing, and took care of everything we needed." The blonde haired one says to Sal. His eyes shifting over to me at the end of the sentence.
"Ah, we've heard that a lot." Andrew says, he sounds like he's in a good mood. His tone is playful, as if he's happy to be acting this out.
"I bet you do," the dark haired one says and laughs.
"You guys said we might get to talk to her?" The younger one-with died green hair-says. His voice is soft and his demeanor is non-threatening. I must have missed that earlier. I do remember him cowering when Vincent approached. But otherwise I thought he behaved just as the older ones did.
My eyes shift to the fourth one, the brown haired one who hasn't talked at all. Maybe he doesn't want to be with them, or he's a younger sibling who's been dragged along for the ride.
The guys start talking about me. Andrew and Salvation sharing good information about me. Things like 'she's always been a hard worker', 'she wants to make everyone happy', 'she always does above and beyond what we ask her to.'
I stop paying attention to their conversation. I don't want to hear what they're saying. They're only saying it to get the boys hyped up. I feel myself move further behind Salvation. Lost in thought. Trying to make sense of everything that's happened the last few days.
I found out about my past. I kind of know who I am, now. I also confirmed that Vincent killed my mother, and my friends. Even though I found out I found out in the most gruesome way possible. I made plans with Peter to escape. And spent a night with Vincent that I don't remember at all.
I'm brought out of my thoughts when I hear Vincent's voice say, "Me and the supervisors need to go take care of something for a moment. Alex will stay here and keep an eye on you."
My eyes widen and I look over to Vincent, who grins at me. This is all a game to him. He took out this part of his personality in my memories. I wonder why. He's leaving me out here with a group of men who were harassing me at work earlier today.
When Andrew and Salvation move and are no longer in front of me, I feel vulnerable. Without the guys in here, I'm not sure how to defend myself.
I glance over at Vincent, who walks over and grabs the upper part of my arm, our bodies facing opposite directions, mine to the guests and his to the back of the room. He whispers something to me, but I don't understand what he says since he says it too soft for me to hear. I look at him, confused, as he walks away and leaves me.
I look at the guys. Then I notice new images showing up where I'm looking. It's the same blue lines I faintly saw when I was getting my memories back. It looks like my eyes are scanning them, and to the side of each one is a list of weaknesses and strengths. Then underneath the words is an image of a weapon.
The images only last a few seconds. Not enough for me to read through it all. I look over the guys once it's gone. I can't tell what they want. All four stand haughtily, staring at me with big grins on their faces.
"How long have you and your boss known each other?" The blonde one asks, moving closer to me to be quickly followed by the other three.
"That's none of your business," I say defensively, moving back when they get too close. But they keep coming. Backing me up until I feel myself press against the stage. The four guys surround me, not giving me room to go anywhere, or even move. I feel myself wanting to curl up into a hole. I don't know how long Vincent will be gone, or how far these guys are willing to go.
I feel fingers wrap around my chin, my face being pulled up until I meet a set of light eyes, belonging to the blonde man. I grab his wrist and attempt to pull his hand away but I find I'm not as strong as him. Who knew? My being a robot and I'm still weaker than this jerk.
"I asked you a question," he says a bit darkly.
"A-A few years," I say, a bit worried. My hands fall and find their way to the edge of the stage. Maybe I could lift myself up. That way I can be away from them. Before I can attempt it, I feel hands wrap around my arms and wrists. When I try and pull my arms away, they don't budge.
"A few, how many?" He asks.
I frown, "Why do you want to know?"
"I want to make sure he's not hurting you," he says grimly.
I take a deep breath, upset. "If you're worried about him hurting me then let go." I say, demandingly. If he doesn't want Vincent hurting me than why is he?
"'Cause if they did, you would leave." He breathes out. His face move closer to mine. This jerk-face is gonna kiss me! I try moving but the friends hold my arms and wrists tighter, enough to make me wince.
I pull again, this time I am able to get my arms free. And before thinking, I've lifted myself up with the edge of the stage and I watch as I kick the blonde in the chest. He falls back and hits the ground harshly. I pull myself up onto the stage. How did I do that? I wasn't even able to push his arm away earlier.