WhiteScratch

Revelation

"No!! Let Jake go!!" I shout at him, panicked. Grayson opens his mouth to say something but dad cuts him off by releasing Jake and pushing him against the wall. He commands one of his Nightwalkers to watch Jake as he sits on the ground looking intently at me. He then nods at Grayson and I feel his grip on my shoulders tighten as he throws me from the wall onto a metallic table. I struggle to get away but my strength is no match for Grayson's. He holds me down while dad tightens straps around my arms, legs, and stomach to keep me down. When he's done, Grayson lets go and backs off. I can't move anything except for my head which I turn to look at Jake. Dad stands over me and uses his hand to turn my gaze away from Jake and onto himself. 
"What's the matter, princess?" He says as he smirks. I jerk my head away from him only to find Grayson on the other side of the table, looking down at me. He cups my face in one hand as he looks into my eyes then down to my lips. Dad clears his throat and Grayson lets go, harshly. I try to remain as calm as possible and say in a shaky voice, "What do you want with me?". Grayson backs up to lean against the wall as my father lowers his face down to mine. 
"Your heart." He whispers in my ear. 
"What?" As soon as that word leaves my mouth a sharp feeling of pain buzzes through my skull, making me wince. 
"No questions." Grayson says. I shoot an angered look in his direction to tell him to shut up and then I look at Jake. He looks at me with his back against the wall, confronted by a Nightwalker. "One wrong move and he's dead. Don't be stupid." I tell myself. 
"Now!" My father says as he claps his hands. This startles me so I jump a little. 
"Awe, hunny. Weren't prepared for that, were you?" I ignore him as he continues; pacing back and forth.
"On the subject of your heart. You're prolly wondering why your heart and not your blood. After all, I've already took so much from you. Well, you would be right on that. I have all the blood I need but your heart is the missing component." 
"Hold on a minute." Grayson interrupts as he takes a step forward. "You said that if I helped get her here, I could have her no matter what." 
"And you will." My dad says annoyed. 
"That isn't possible if you take her heart. She's dead." 
"You are correct there Grayson but if you would be patient, you would find out what I have planned." Grayson scoffs and leans against the wall once again. 
"Now...as I was saying before I was interrupted. You're heart is the missing component and you may be wondering why." I look at Jake who is about to say something but I shake my head to tell him not to.
"Yes. I am wondering why." I say, irritated. 
"Its time for a small history lesson then." He leans over me with one arm on each side of my body before he continues.
"Many years ago, WhiteScratch was a different planet. It was alive with green life and many colors. There was a clear sky, believe it or not, and the planet's name was Crimson. But something went wrong and the planet's core collapsed for unknown reasons. It cracked the ground on which you stand and deadly radiation that surround the core was released into the atmosphere. It bonded with the sun's ultraviolet rays and created the disease "WhiteScratch". The disease became so outrageous and out of control that nothing could stop it. It was going to plague our planet for the rest of time hence the planet's name being changed. With the radiation no longer in the planet's core, it started to die, creating the world you see today. By this time, the planet should be gone but its not; its just barely hanging on and that's where you come in, Rachel." I am so in shock that I can't say anything about what I've just been told so dad stands up right again and continues pacing while he speaks.
"When you were born, your mother and I wanted to protect you from the disease so we told the doctors to do everything and anything they could to make this possible. I don't know what exactly they did but I know what resulted from it." He pauses before he continues. 
"You are the planet's life source, Rachel. Your heart acts as sort of a backup generator; giving the planet the necessary energy to remain intact. When I said that the protons in your blood seemed to send electronic signals somewhere, they are actually emitting the radiation the planet needs to stay alive. This leads me to believe that the doctors took the radiation from the disease and paired it with something that kept you immune to the disease along with accidentally making you a life source. If you get hurt, the planet suffers; little by little at a time. Even if its unnoticeable. If you die, the planet dies and everyone on it. That's why I need your heart." So many emotions fill me. So many thoughts and questions flood my mind. There is a moment of silence before I speak. 
"But you said it yourself. If I die, the planet dies. I die if you take my heart so what are you trying to accomplish here? I know you want to destroy the planet for reasons I still don't understand but that means you will also die." He shakes his head but remains silent. 
"What do you mean?" I ask. He ignores me and goes to Grayson. He whispers in his ear as Grayson's twisted smile appears. My father breaks away from him and stands over by Jake and I start to panic as I see him squat down to talk to Jake, inaudibly. Grayson walks over to me and once again, grips my face in his hand as he rubs his thumb across my lip for what seems like the millionth time. I keep my eyes focused on Jake. His eyes widen as he gets that wild look. The one where he gets filled with anger but full of panic and fear at the same time. He starts to yell "No!" at the top of his lungs as my father walks away slowly, grinning. Grayson forces me to look at him and wipes my bangs from my face with his free hand. My father appears at my side with a small, pointed knife; holding it up to the light to make sure I get a good look at it. I frantically try to get away but Grayson holds me down. I try to look at Jake but Grayson keeps making that impossible. He leans over me so that his lips rest just barley above mine. I spit in his face which makes him stand up straight in a surprised fashion as he wipes his face. 
"Ohhh, you're going to regret that." He says, livid. 
"Doubtful." I say with just as much hatred behind my voice. He then places a hand on my stomach and a hand on my neck; pressing down hard. I try to yell in pain but he is blocking my airway too much to scream. My father lowers the blade onto my chest where my heart should be. All the while I can hear Jake in the back round, begging for them to stop but his begging is useless. I can't struggle because if I do, the pain only gets worse for me and with the blade on my chest, all hope seems lost. This is where I die.