Final Truth

Chapter 5: Test Your Senses

Julia's point of view:

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"It's you."

"You're the evil one."

I stand in the middle of my prison cell, surrounded by my...friends.

"You did this," Adam says accusingly, the setting quickly flashing back to my home that now lays in ruin.

"There's nothing left, and you're to blame. You've killed us all," Cassia says.

Tears pooling my vision, I try to convince myself and them otherwise.

"That's not true! I don't know that you're all dead! This...this is just a dream," I say, mostly for myself though.

"Is it?" A voice all too familiar with a tone like a knife in the heart calls out.

"Is what you did to me a dream, Julia? Can you pretend that everything will be fine?" The voice says, a harsh edge to the tone.

A firm hand slams on my shoulder and grabs it, spinning me towards the voice while the scene flashes back to my prison cell.

A golden-eyed Peter stands waiting for me, rage hiding in the creases of his face and fighting their way through.

"Look what you've done to me! I don't even know who I am anymore!" He yells at me.

I want to console him, to tell him that he is Peter Heights, a man that is good and loves me and does not belong in my nightmares.

"I know who you are...and that's all that matters," I say meekly, trying for a small bit of bravery.

But when I look at him again, his face and body morphs into that of a woman with sleek black hair and prominent frown lines that set off terrifying cat-eyes that never miss a move.

"Who am I, Ms. Lancaster?" Henley asks sadistically.

I feel something inside me snap, and once again, I have died at her hands.
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I am woken up to the feeling of handcuffs sliding around my wrists as I am yanked slightly off the floor.

Sweat beads on my forehead as my breathing steadies out, finally realizing that it was all a dream.

However, I'm still living a nightmare.

"Get up, worthless," a voice says as I struggle to stand.

I turn around and find myself face to face with Peter, a wave of emotions hitting me and making me sick to my stomach.

He's virtually the same, almost no changes to make me afraid.

If it weren't for those terrifying eyes.

"What are you staring at? Let's go!" He commands, taking me by the collar of my jacket and dragging me outside my cell, my shoes making screeching sounds against the steel floors.

I catch a split-second glimpse of Felicity in her cell, a look of pity in her eyes at me.

A small pinprick of fear rises up in me as Peter drags me down the hall, a fear of not knowing what happens next.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask him, hoping for a real answer and not an insult at my inquiry.

"A lab," he answers simply.

"To experiment on me?" I ask.

"You'll see," he finishes, his jaw clenching in the slightest bit.