Hey there everyone! Long time no see...or write :(. I've had a super busy summer so far including making the varsity volleyball team and traveling to Europe (I'm going to add in some specific details about Paris since I was recently there! Also, my family and I walked to the Pont de Bir-Hakeim Bridge in Paris which is the bridge that was filmed in Inception! :)) Anyways, I'm going to try and update more frequently but I must warn you all that school starts in a week so we'll see how that goes. Thanks so much to everyone who left a review, it really means the world to me!

Chapter 7:

Ariadne's P.O.V.

The hustle and bustle of people around the Eiffel tower jostled Ariadne as she drank in the scene. Nash was leading her away from a mass of tourists speaking fluent Spanish to a less populated area. She was confused. Why did Nash want her to build here? Surely he wasn't going to make her create a structure to rival the Eiffel tower? But no they were walking away from the tower where the number of people around them decreased by the second.

"Come." Nash commanded. To Ariadne's surprise he was walking straight towards a construction site on the sidewalk leading to the monument. There was an open pothole which Nash stopped at. "In." He pointed at the unwelcoming hole in the ground. Ariadne glanced at it disapprovingly, but what choice did she have? There was no one around. She snuck one look at Nash who was looking slimy as ever and jumped. She landed on a mattress with an "Eek!" and then moved out of the way as Nash fell. For a split second she contemplated running for it before she realized there was nowhere to go. Even if she did manage to climb out of the pothole how would she wake herself up? By jumping of the Eiffel tower? Highly unlikely. So, sighing, she followed Nash down a dimly lit hallway and into a bright white room. The room was one that a person saw in movies. One steel desk and two uncomfortable looking chairs. One door which was the one they just walked through. It was spotless. Ariadne now knew that she was being questioned.

"You know if you wanted to question me you didn't have to go to all this trouble." She could hear the irritation in her voice.

"Absolutely," came Nash's reply, "But my dear Ariadne I don't want to just question you." There was his evil little smile. "I want to recruit you. Sit and I'll explain."

With increasing foreboding Ariadne pulled out one of the steel chairs which emitted an earsplitting screech and sat.

Sitting down in the chair opposite her, Nash began to talk. "You see Ariadne I'm in a bit of a…predicament. My superiors know that Cobb will realize something fishy is going on and will probably try to escape with his children and beloved team. However, this cannot happen. Cobb knows too much and if he gets away it won't be good for me."

"Well that's your problem then," Ariadne retorted. "I can't help you with that."

"Aahhh but my dear Ariadne you can." The corners of Nash's mouth twitched unpleasantly into a unctuous smile. "If I sense anything fishy going on beneath my nose you will report to me and explain exactly what is happening. You will not tell the others of this. And if you do not cooperate or you let something slip…that will not bode well for the rest of the team." Nash paused and winked, "especially Arthur."

For a split second Ariadne wondered why Nash singled Arthur out and then realized that it must be obvious that she was attracted to him. For an even shorter second she wondered if she came off as the typical starstuck girl to Arthur. But then she chased the thought away since she had more pressing matters to attend to. Ariadne felt rooted to the spot; she desperately tried to find loopholes in Nash's instructions but it was futile. She hated this. She hated feeling helpless, unable to do anything, being the weak link. She vowed to herself that if the time came to warn the others at her own risk she would do it in a heartbeat.

"I'm glad that we settled that." Nash's voice jerked her out of her thoughts. "But we have some business to take care of in the real world and we can't afford to wait for the time to run out so we're going to have to improvise." He pulled a gun from underneath his ragged coat and positioned it between her eyes. "I don't want to make this too painless. I hear the knee is the most painful place to be shot, what do you think?"

Click. Pain instantly radiated from her knee as her right leg went limp. Click. Left leg limp as well. Click. This time it was her stomach, she could feel her blood soaking through her clothes. She was aware that she was screaming but it sounded far away, distant, surreal. She just wanted it to be over. Click. Her right hand now a bloody mess. Click. Blood trickled from a neat hole in her left arm. Click. Blackness.