The Experiments: Abomination

Chapter 9: Maia

Chapter 9: Maia

One of the worst feelings in the world is deprivation. A common example of that is on cloudy days when your skin is deprived of the sun's warming rays and it's beauty. However there's always that great time of the day where the sun decides to pop out of hiding and a stream of refreshing warmness conquers every inch of your body but before you can even start to appreciate the sun's presence, it's gone again. Just like that. Hidden behind the dark and moody clouds with no intention of coming out again. The feeling of the sun leaving again is even worse than deprivation.

Andrew is my sun.

Later, I told him. I will explain everything later. But when is later? When will it be safe for me to see him again? I know I can't do anything to risk getting Colton back but I need Andrew by my side. I have been deprived of his presence for so long and seeing him again is like me having to go through withdrawal for a second time.

I shouldn't even have seen him. It would be so much easier if I still thought he was in a coma. But taking the back alley was the only way I could get Bradley out alive. Believe me, I would have loved to let that bastard die but he might be the only one who can reverse whatever he did to Colton so his life was essential to save.

He thought we would be safe in the building for the first few minutes we were there but as the crowd grew more destructive, he started to question his safely. Without drawing any attention, he and I slipped away through an emergency exit door on the first floor. Bradley said he couldn't tell the rest of the people in the building to get out because it would only risk the safely of our departure. He is a very selfish man.

Somewhere along our journey back to the jet, a random man with a stolen gun spotted us and decided to go all gun crazy. His carelessness resulted in my near death experience and a bullet through Bradley's leg.

The sound of knuckles on a door pounds in my ears for the second time tonight. I don't have to open the door to know that those knuckles belong to Damian. He's been trying to talk to me ever since we got back to Sherman four hours ago. I ignore him and dial Jet's number into my burner phone for what seems like the hundredth time. He has yet to answer. Jet has failed to tell me a lot of things so now I need answers. I especially need to know why he didn't tell me Andrew was awake.

I throw my phone back in the closet and pull at my hair in frustration. "Ugh!" I shout and throw my head back. I hear a knock at my door again and I finally decide to answer. However, to my surprise, the man behind the door is Colton. I look up at his sparkling blue eyes with the verisimilitude of pureness and innocence. The color pops out even more with complements to his black dress shirt and stunningly long golden locks that are now neatly combed. The sight of him makes my limbs turn to jello and my eyes begin to water.

I can't take seeing him when I know he isn't really Colton. He must have read my defeated expression because without a word, he walks into my room and pulls me into a tight and affectionate hug. I plunge my face into his silky shoulder and try not to cry. This isn't Colton. I tell myself. Stop hugging him, this isn't him. But a poorly built dam can only stand for so long. Not two seconds go by before my tears are staining his shoulder as if he were the same person he was just months ago. I cry for the first time since my brother was killed. Since I thought Colton died.

"You saw people die, didn't you?" He finally says but doesn't let me go. I wouldn't let him if he tried.

I did see a few people die on the screen back in the Capitol building but that isn't the reason for my hysterical state. No, I'm in tears because Bradley has no heart and changed Colton. Because I am miserable at this place and all I want to do is be back with Andrew so he can hold me in my sleep so I don't constantly have nightmares. So he can protect me from everything.