The Fight for Freedom (Book One in the EDSOR Military Academy Trilogy)

Chapter 20- Unmasked Conspiracy

I woke up just to find out many little tubes were attached to my body and my clothes were stripped off of my body. I was lying in a pure white bed with droplets of blood stains. I heard a digital machine beep as I felt my heart pound on my chest. Where was I?

“What on earth is this place?”, I panicked.

“You’re in the La Salle Medical School”, Chelsea smiled at me as she brought me yellow flowers and handed them to me.

“Chelsea, you were right about the betrayal. I should’ve listened to you”

Chelsea shrugged. “Just doing the right thing”

“Wait, how did you know about this conspiracy against me? Where did you get your sources?”

Chelsea looked down. “Word gets around fast”

I did not believe her. She was hiding something. She never bothered to look at me straight in the eye.

“You must’ve played a role in this, haven’t you?”, I asked, suspiciously waiting for her to react. Sudden movements indicate stress and pressure. There was something not quite right about her appearance. Chelsea had a fresh cut on her right cheek the other day while I was talking to her. It couldn’t have healed fast. Also, this Chelsea looks smaller and stouter. She was wearing her usual apron and slacks but she wasn’t holding her prized spatula.

As I examined this person, I saw a glint of silver shining from the edge of her pocket. Drat! It was a Swiss Army knife! And there were blood stains on it! THIS WASN’T CHELSEA! I pulled the tubes that connected me to some glucose bag. Some of my wounds were still open. Who cares! This buffoon had no right to disturb me!

“Jesse Hope, you’ll never see the light again”, she smirked as she showed her sinister face to me. I was horrified when gracefully pulled out her long knives from her pocket and aim them at me, mercilessly. Her voice has drastically changed from high to low masculine.

I remained so calm. I decided on my options. There were a few scalpels and needles on the nurse’s table beside me but they were blunt…or I could make a dash for the front door. Before I could act on the second choice, I noticed that the door did not have any handle. This maniac deliberately yanked the knob out and bolted the door with a large table.

“Who are you and what do you want from me?”, I demanded as I inched toward the nurse’s table. This was my only hope. Getting a good aim at her would be useless. She already has her knives positioned towards me. It would only be a matter of time when I become a dart board.

“I want to formally introduce myself as Sienna Vanebolt, fair maiden of Terry and Jane Vanebolt. I’ve come here for a contract”

“Regarding?”, I asked, not letting my guard down.

“Your complete and final surrender to the Militician Army”, she said as she threw a long brown document to me.

“You’re one of the accomplices of Kazim and Valerie”, I spoke with contempt. I deliberately tore the document and ripped it into shreds. “There. You can give it back to your master”

She knelt down and started weeping. “Oh no! What will master say to me? YOU!”, she glared at me.

“Me?”, I laughed at her childishness. Before she could throw her knives at me, I pinned her white sleeves with two long needles against the wall. Loud knocks were heard from the door.

“Jesse? Are you there? Answer us!”, Lexine called out from behind the locked door.

“Urg! You’ll never win this war, Jesse!”, she spat at my face. I clutched two scalpels with both of my hands, quivering with so much energy for blood. This wasn’t fair! I was bleeding and dying. This retard had to experience and feel what I felt!