Anastasia and Humberto

I woke up in a room with a celebrity.

It isn’t exactly sexy or exciting as it sounds because we both woke up petrified of each other.

I opened my eyes and he did the exact same thing. We stared at each other groggily and when we realize that we were complete strangers, we both fell off the bed.

WHO ARE YOU? We both kinda screamed at each other and tumbling towards the door at the same time. There was nothing in the room to grab so I went for the fighting stance and he hugged himself.

‘I know who you are! You’re that dude!’

‘My agent will pay you or whatever it is that you want – ’

‘What the fuck – hold up – YOU brought me here,’ I point and punch to show that I can punch.

‘What no – do I look like I have time for thi- oh my goddd,’ he gave a big celebrity smile and laugh. He slapped his leg and shook his head.

‘Is this for my birthday?’

‘I’m sorry – what?! Can you fucking focus? Do I look like a birthday fucking cake to you?’

‘Look my friends are soo insane for thinking that I will fall for this haha.’

‘Don’t fucking come close or I will punch you.’

He shook like he’s being tickled, still walking towards me.

‘I will punch you, motherfucker,’ I warned him.

‘You’re so tiny – how can you punch m-’ and I clocked him.

I looked over to him cautiously even if he was not moving. I kicked him and he seemed like he’s out cold.

‘You shouldn’t have done that,’ a bored voice from somewhere said. I looked around and there’s no speaker or microphone from anywhere.

‘You don’t have to look anywhere, there’s a tiny thing in your brain that does four things. One is to hear instructions. Two is to communicate with me. Three is to locate you. Four is to kill you IF only if you don’t follow instructions. We have been watching you both, especially you, girl. You make a very good candidate in this little project of ours.

‘What the hell? What kind of joke is this? Look man, I don’t know what you want but I have no special skills, I’m like a nerd. I come from a normal everything and I can’t even hit a tennis ball…’

‘Ah, because we humans are capable of everything we need to be – especially when our very existence is threatened. We can be anything we want, at any given time.’

My mouth felt very dry. I’ve heard these kind of subtle threats. I noticed from my peripheral that he’s getting up slowly and massages the area where I punched him.

‘This sounds like a bad joke.’ he said, still not looking at me.

‘But it is not. All of this is very serious. You are both expendable but our best option at this point.

He finally looked at me and he nodded at me before getting up on his feet. ‘What is it that you want?’

‘You are both going to go away for a very long time. Your loved ones will miss you but know they are safe and in good hands. At this point, there will be no more communication between you and them. This is your life now. You are Anastasia and you are Humberto from now on.’

There was a buzz at the door and it opened. We looked at each other for a moment.

‘Go on. You must remember that you need to protect each other otherwise you will both perish.’

‘That sounds like a book I read. After you.’ I gestured at Humberto as we both stood by the door. As I followed him out, we both see another door going out and the door we came from closes behind us on its own.

‘Ladies first,’ he says as he gestured towards the next door.  

We are in an open field and a few miles ahead is a vast forest.

‘Follow your feet and you will find where you need to be.’

‘What does that even mean?…Hello? Hello?’ He tapped his head everywhere like it will boost a signal.

‘It’s gone.’ 

‘Yea I can hear that – well, not hear – you know what I mean.’

‘I mean the door is gone,’ I pointed back to where we came from. Humberto looked back and there was no door or doorway. There was nothing. He walked back trying to check whether it was camouflaged in any way but all he was hitting was the air.

‘Let’s just it go,’ I told him as I started walking, following where my feet takes me. Follow instructions or we die.

‘Wait, what’s your name?’

‘My name is Anastasia.’

‘I mean your real name, like my real name is-’ he gasped and he looked like he got a jolt of electric go through him.

‘Yeah. Figures. My name is Anastasia. Your name is Humberto. Don’t you forget.’

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