Revelation

Chapter eleven: Hidden

I rushed into the bathroom door leaving Pete out. That was cruel, I know. As I was opening the small bathroom window, his banging on the door made my blood go cold. Its not that I'm a cold hearted person, this was my life on the line and I still had business to take care off.

"Isabel open the door! Whats going on?!" more bangs. "Let me help!"

So I took a moment to think. I couldn't have him with me but I'm wasn't going to let those bitches hurt him either. I'm trying to save peoples lifes here and by the old man dying that is a clear identification that it isn't going so well. But I can keep trying.

"Hurry up." I say pulling him in. The bag guys were breaking the doors to pieces with an ax, I know because I got a glace of the mans face. The man with the voice I can't stick out my head.

"Whats going on?" he asked desperately. I can hear in his voice the fear. The fear Amanda and James had. Sorrow overwhelped me and fighting the tears back was harder than I thought.

"There isn't time to explain." I tied my bag around my arms and climbed out. After touching the ground I didn't look back to see if Pete was out. I ran to the end of the street and into another alley, I figured he'll follow. But I didn't stop there, no way, I ran but kept out of sight. Alley after alley, hiding within bushes, camouflaging with groups of people walking out of theatres or walking down the street. I kept this going until I felt safe. But it took a while, hours and I had no clue where in the world I was. I didn't want to stop. But he made me.

"Isabel, how much further are you planning on going?"

I ignored him. I should have known he isn't a quitter. But remembering the last time we spoke perhaps he is. As much as I want to blame him for not stopping me and maybe none of this would have been happening I can't. I can't because I know its my fault. All of it, it is.

"Okay stop." I heard him say, and I also heard his steps closer to me. I turned around before he had the chance to.

"What?" I snapped.

"I think considering we nearly died back there. I deserve an explanation on whats happening?"

"Yeah I would tell you if I freaken knew what was going on!" I feel terrible for screaming but I've had enough. I don't know how to control all of these emotions and confusion. "Now get away from me. If you don't mind I'm trying to save my life."

"Not after what happened back there. You're stuck with me now."

"No because then you'll be considered missing and guess whos going to be blamed?" I point at myself.

"Not if I keep them inform I'm alive. Besides I wasn't even assigned to look for you."

"Oh so this is coincidence?"

"Not at all. I was just meant to find you." The way he said those last words made me hate him. Hate him to the core. After all these years and he can still mess with me. Mess with my feelings at least. I stomped away figuring out where my next move was.

"So where are we headed?"

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Pete was able to get us a motel as I hid. He reported back to his colleagues lying about how he was close on finding me but wasn't sure if he should continue. I in the mean time watched the news and debating whether it was time to call my mom. I don't know why I wasted so much time on doing that. It could have saved her life. I'm an idiot.

I told Pete about the faciliy because he didn't stop asking. I told him about my time in UCLA and being honored to work where the professionals are. From there my trips around the world, cure for cancer, and lastly dreams. I didn't tell him anything about the visions because I yet didn't understand. Then the pills we invented, and how later we were attacked. I told him about the bad guys and how they haven't stopped looking for me.

"None of this makes lots of sense you know."

"I figured that out genius."

He chuckled, "You're still the same you know."

I ignored him, "Its better if we seperate.

"Not knowing that you're in dangerous," He laid back on the bed shaking his head. "You need help."

"I made it this far by myself. I don't need you." Hes now pissing me off. Who does he think he is? I can go on perfectly well. Save peoples lifes, save my mom, keep away from the bad guys and done.

"Isabel, stop lying to yourself. You know you can't do this by yourself."

"But I can." I hissed under my breath. But its true. I don't know how long I'll continue to hide, run away and save my life. I'm scared because I don't know how this will end. I just continue buying myself some time.

"Oh really? Whats your next move?"

"I'll figure that out eventually." I say softly.

"You can get killed."

"Like if it matters to you." I continued before he said a word. "I'm staying hidden for the mean time."

He laid back thinking. I remember that face, also mixed with the facial expression he made when I told him I was heading a different way. "I can't understand why you won't take my help."

Instead of replying I stared at the screen. I was scared to fall asleep. Who knows what else I'll dream. Its almost unbelievable, its like he read my mind.

"Aren't you going to rest?"

"I rather not." I glued my eyes at the screen. 'Don't look at him,' I repeated over and over.

But eventually I did and he forced me to tell him everything. No more lies because that way I'll easily die. He insisted that we can work as a team. That way we'll both live. What other choice did I really have? I wasn't going to get rid of him so might as well.

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That following morning Pete suggested we fly out to New York. I had to save the young girl. I can tell he didn't entirely believe the visions, per se. But why was I going to lie? After everything that happened, it'll be a waste. He went along with it anyways. Oh I forgot to mention he forced me to sleep and yes I dreamt death again. Not even in my dream am I in peace.

I was somewhere in a bridge. There was a crowd of people shouting things I couldn't understand. But apparently there was a man ready to jump off. But the moment that he was going to jump off I woke up. In sweat and terror. I was no destined to help this poor man. Even if it meant traveling to another state. This was actually a good thing. Away from the men who want me dead.

Pete got me a passport and the tickets. Before leaving I got the guts to call my mom and explain. She must have seen the news already but remembering she hated them mostly not. Maybe she was still out in Hawaii for all I knew. I dial over and over again but it kept going to voicemail. I decided to try one last time for I was already beginning to feel the anxiety building up.

But it went to voicemail again.

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