The Lost Sister

20- twins

I didn't wait for Kayla or Bree. I just ran. As fast as I could which was extremely fast. I ran until I was in a meadow.

I collapsed by the lake. I let out a scream of anger, frustration, heartbreak, guilt, and most importantly regret.

I regret murdering an innocent man. I regret leaving the other 'subjects' even if I didn't know about them.

No. We are not subjects. We are human beings. With families.

I put myself into a ball. They need to know I will come for them. Wherever they are.

My phone was ringing nonstop. I couldn't bring myself to answer it. I threw rock across the lake and recalled a memory I have always tried to ignore.

"Subject 12, come with me." A voice sounded on the other side of my cage. The cage made a blaring sound and I groggily got to my feet.

My elbow was grabbed immediately as I was escorted. I was 15 then. The man pulled me along.

We got into the hallway toward the operating room. I glanced at the man who I knew.

"Andrew, what are they doing to me today?" I questioned.

Andrew was nice. He gave me extra food all the time. I think he cares about me, but something is holding him back.

They have something against him. A child? Wife? I am not sure. He won't tell me.

"Cora, today I believe they will give you speed like no other." He answered. My eyes brightened.

"Maybe I can run." I spoke excitedly but quietly.

"Oh, Cora. How I wish you could. They will suppress your ability until they want it to be used." He explained which made my smile drop.

Then something changed in his eyes. He grabbed my hand. "Andrew, what's wrong?" I questioned.

"There are more guards here today. Something is happening." He answered as we raced down the hallways.

"Where are we going?" I whispered. He looked back at me with a faint smile.

"We are running. Like you said." And he picked up the speed never letting me go.

Andrew told me stories. Not about this place but about his life. It was eventful but not evil. That's how I knew he wasn't evil.

As we continued our dash, a bullet whizzed by making me screech. I was use to bullets, but my father never put me in the field to get shot at.

Andrew stood in front of me and the lone doctor and about 6 guards.

"Mr. Andrew. We had wished you would have complied." The doctor spoke as if she was pained to do this, but I knew better. I saw her sadistic smile.

A young girl. Younger than me. She looked to be 6. Was drug out behind a guard and then a gun to her head.

Andrew screamed, but they pulled the trigger. I heard Andrew scream his daughter.

I felt tears stream down my face. "Give us Subject 12 or meet the same fate." She demanded.

"No, you evil batty bitch." He yelled. He made the mistake of letting anger get the best of him.

I saw that. 3 guards charged immediately grabbing ahold to him. I tried to help him, but that landed me a punch in the gut.

I let out a scream. "Get your hands off of her!" Andrew yelled trying to get it me. I saw someone punch him in the face.

I was enraged, but there was nothing I could do. I begged them to stop hurting me. That we were sorry. I just wanted my only friend to live.

But they beat him. Until he fell limp. And I was sure he was dead.

I shook the painful memory away. We never did figure out why there were so many guards.

I thought about Andrew before his death. I know it's crazy to find someone to care about while being locked away.

But Andrew did not make me feel like a prisoner. I guess because he was one himself.

At night, he would sing to me. Or, tell me stories about his life. He was a father figure in that hellish place.

And they murdered him in front of me along with his daughter. I sighed rubbing my hands down my face.

Slowly, I rose to my feet and pulled out my phone. A dozen missed calls from each of my family members as well as Kayla and Bree.

I slowly trudged my way toward my house. I have it memorized in my mind. An ability I was given by the Freak Doctors.

I was walking along the trees when a car pulled up beside me. Immediately, I brought my knife out.

"Woah, killer. Watch where you point that thing." I heard a familiar voice say.

It was Zaine. I pocketed the knife. "What are you doing here?" I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest.

"On my way to your house. Dylan told me you were missing." He answered.

I shrugged. "Not missing, just thinking." I retorted. He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, either way, your not picking up your phone and it had everyone on edge." He countered.

I looked up at him as if that wasn't abundantly clear by the thousands of messages I had on my phone.

"Yeah, they're dramatic. Just needed to clear my head." I shifted my weight.

"Really? Because Kayla said you ran from the mall about an hour or so ago. We are about 5 miles from the mall." He quirked. I laughed, but it held not humor.

"Get in. I am taking you home. Your family would kill me if I didn't." He insisted. I got into the passenger side and he began driving.

"Does it bother you? Not being out with Dylan?" I asked. He glanced over at me as if to see if I was judging him. I wasn't. Just curious.

"Why do you want to know?" He asked.

"Curious, I guess." I answered. He smiled half heartedly.

" Curiosity killed the cat." He countered. I chuckled.

"But satisfaction brought it back." I retorted finishing the analogy.

"Not really, I guess. I mean, don't get me wrong, I would love to be out with him everyday, but he has to do it on his own time and I respect that." He answered my question.

I nodded not wanting to press him. I changed the subject. "When we woke up in your house, did you know who we were?" I questioned.

He laughed. "I could see the similarities between you and Dylan, even more with Connor, but I didn't really put two and two together." He answered.

"Thank you, for letting us stay there that night." I spoke. He nodded and brushed it off.

"You seemed distraught when I picked you up. Want to tell me?" He questioned.

I sighed. "Guess something really big dawned on me. I don't really want to talk about it, but I do have a question."

"Understand. Ask away." He promoted.

"Have their been a lot of disappearances in the last few years? Like before and during my own?" I asked. He scrunched his eyebrows as if to think. Then his eyes went up.

"Yeah, actually. 11 other people went missing . 6 boys, 5 girls counting you 6. All twins. Weird." He answered.

I sucked in a deep breath. They were kidnapping twins? What the hell is going on?