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November 13, 2009: Cornell University
Congratulations Mrs. (L/N),
I am pleased to inform you that you have been chosen for the International Exchange program. You will be given the opportunity to get a taste of foreign life, starting in Jerusalem, to Italy, and from Italy to Britain. If you choose to, we may extend your international studies from a few months to a few years. It's all your choice! Your instructors have already been informed of your sudden drop from the University and we encourage you to inform your family. Due to some of the areas you will be studying in, contact with your loved ones may be limited. Enclosed in the this letter is everything you will need.
Au revoir,
Victor Montgomery
(Y/N) nearly dropped her bags reading the letter that was so abruptly shoved into her hands as she entered 9 AM English Lit. Class. She didn't recall ever applying to a International Program nor did she appreciate being forcibly dropped from the prestigious University it took her months to get into. "There must be some mistake" She said, not believing a word from the letter.
Her professor pursed her lips, not interested in her students' problems. Ms. Rosenfelt had always been a bitter, self-absorbed woman. "It obviously isn't if I was spoken to personally. Mrs. (Y/N), just take the opportunity and leave, feel fortunate that anyone even thought of you."
Ms. Rosenfelt promptly closed the door and proceeded to ask for the essay that was due, the essay (Y/N) held in her other hand, the essay she worked all night on. So much for hard work and dedication. (Y/N) watched the door with resentment, this better be a fucking joke, because I don't find it very amusing. Ms. Rosenfelt glanced at her through the small window in the door and glared, signaling to (Y/N) that she needed to go elsewhere. (Y/N) simply walked off, exiting the English building and slowly making her way to the dorm she was more than locked out of... Again. She had a habit of forgetting her keys, and it is not like it matters, she probably isn't welcome there anyway considering the treatment she has received so far.
When her dorm came in sight, (Y/N) began fishing for her keys, praying that she could find them. She knelt in front of the door, of the building, rummaging through the small but still comfortable backpack that was on her back the entire time. A feeling of relief washed over the female as she felt the cool metal against her fingertips. Pulling them out, she carried on again, thankful for the one little good thing that happened to her today; losing the dorm room keys would have been the cherry on top. Speaking of cherries on top... (Y/N) had made it to her dorm and opened the door, expecting to do nothing for the rest of the day, what she saw instead made her want to lose her shit in a sort of literal way. The already barren white room was even more barren. There were no family photos, no college books stacked on a random shelf, no clothes littering the floor, there was nothing. It looked like it did when she first moved in, all her belongings were gone. Well aren't they desperate to get rid of me....
(Y/N) Slowly made her way into the room, hoping they had left something. Nope. Damn they're thorough.... (Y/N) dropped whatever was with her into the center of the room with a sigh. "Looks like I'll need to give uncle Miles a call..." She muttered. Creeeeeak. (Y/N) suddenly turned around to see what the noise was, dead-panning at the now closed door. I can't believe I let a door scare me li-. There was a sharp pain in the back of her head and then everything went black.
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Sir we have to pull her out, she's fighting it.
'Where am I' I thought, unable to place the location, it was all too bright.
Well then stop her from fighting it.
'What?' I am beyond confused, I can see shadow figures moving about but I cannot tell what they are. And the language... the language what is it? I can't place it, yet it sounds so familiar, as if I know it. It's not English though, I am sure of it.
(Y/N) You need to relax, it will pass, just let it happen.
What was that? WHO is that? Last thing I remember is standing in my empty dorm room. No- I have been kidnapped! They must know something about what occurred earlier... How long has it been anyways?
I'm pulling her out.
A piece of glass slides out of my vision and the shadows, the voices are gone. I'm no longer being blinded by a bright light but the headache it gave me makes me want to- I immediately roll off whatever I am on and vomit, not caring for what is in my path. I hear can hear an irritated groan to my side. Having finished spewing my guts, I looked to the side, seeing an older man in a white coat towering over me with a look of annoyance.
"Let her rest, but we will have zero interruptions tomorrow. She will get over it." He said sternly, I do not know to who he is saying it though.
"Alright." A feminine voice came from behind me, I cocked my head back to see another person bearing a lab coat. It was a woman... 'At least she looks more pleasant than the other guy' I thought, standing up to stretch my unusually sore limbs. I could suddenly feel a tiredness come over me, it had such a strong hold on me, I didn't even bother saying anything to my thought-to-be kidnappers.
"Follow me" She said without coldness but without kindness either. I merely followed, knowing that the opportunity to rest meant a nice warm bed... or any kind of bed at all. Even if it was a blanket on the floor, I'd welcome it with open arms. We only walked a few feet from the cold metal, glass bed object I had fell from. A door slid open revealing a dull room, prepared for someone with an extended stay.
"You can rest here, I suggest you try sleeping for a while, the first time in the animus is always the hardest." She said, earning a nod from me. I wasn't prepared to argue... at least not today. I plodded past her and collapsed onto the not so comfortable bed, welcoming sleep with open arms.