She was blindfolded. The men had not hurt her, but she was blindfolded in the back of a car eating her cookies. She could hear them talking in their language and was slightly frustrated that she couldn't understand them, and also a tiny bit afraid that she would end up dead... she'll have to find out what will happen.

The feeling of ending up dead only got stronger the longer they drove, which was quite a long time. she simply swung her feet in the back and listened to the two men talking... Eventually the car slowed to a stop. her heart skipped a beat. this could be where they plan to kill her... what will they do?

She hoped it would be quick.

The door next to her opened and she was taken out - or dragged out - of the Vehicle. She stumbled along after the man who was clutching her arm painfully tight. they kept walking, up a flight of stairs - she heard a door open - and she was sat down on a chair, her legs tied to it's and her arms tied behind her back. the blind fold was taken off.

It seemed to be a very nice apartment, Large windows showing off the dark sky with the stars scattered in it, the glow of the lights in the other buildings. behind her was - what she assumed - the kitchen area, and to the left was the door. it was nice,  but seemed quite... well, Deserted was the only word that came to mind. like no one really used it.

The door opened and in came two men, One with a scary scar down his cheek to his eye. his hair was short and messy, and he looked ready to snap her neck. the other had longer hair and a very tired look about him, but he was much less scary than the other... She was looking at them from the corner of her eye, so she wasn't directly looking at them.

"Who are you?" the scarred one asked her. an interrogation? they didn't look like police, or federal agents... maybe they were criminals.

Alice wasn't very smart when she became scared or nervous, so, she raised both her eyebrows at him, "Who're you?" which succeeded in only limiting the already small percent she had at actually surviving. she figured - at first - she had a 25% chance. now it was more like a 10.5% chance. And of course it will be her own fault for ending up dead!

The one who wasn't scarred came over, "Playing games is stupid," he informed her simply, "If you cooperate, you might get to live. but if you piss off my brother even more, you're going to die a painful death."

"Charming..." she muttered. again, that must've annoyed them.  She sighed, lifting her eyes to The scarred guy, "Ask away..."
He continued: "the apartment you were found in was the home of someone we don't like, but you were there instead. where is he?"

She raised both her eyebrows at him. they think i know where he is!? and if i tell them 'i don't know' then they won't believe me... "um, If you're looking for a guy you hate, you don't  ask the kid who broke into his apartment and stole his cookies!"

that made them both angrier and very confused....