Sirens: Reunion

Chapter 13: Rough Stuff

My heart sank when I turned around to see her. She hasn't change since the last time I seen her. "L-lizz?? Is that you?" My voice cracked while I figured out to cry or scream in excitement. "J-john?" She replied. I jumped over my desk and threw my arms around her and hugged her like I wasn't going to let go. "I thought you were gone for good." She sobbed into my chest. "I thought you were gone for good!" I said. "I seen the news that you were killed and was charged for the robbery of the R.W. building. What happened to you?" She wiped a tear away with her wrist and looked up at me. "Ever since you've left for the army and I was left here I changed. I killed multiple people, people that were on our side... They kicked me out and sent the government to watch me. They caught me doing... Bad stuff very bad stuff John. So they couldn't send me to jail they decided to end my life right when they found me." She wiped another tear away and pushed back the hair that fell out of her pony tail. "How come they haven't noticed you're the same person? That you're tomboy." I asked. "Because they think I'm dead... I died jumping off a cliff that had sharp, needle pointed rocks below waiting for me as a helicopter shot rapidly behind me. As my blood spilled into the water they thought I was dead... But I wasn't... I wasn't dead. I laid on the ocean floor holding my breathe hiding myself...hiding my pain. They think Tomboy is dead, I got off clean. When I washed up on Paris Island I knew I had to start new I had to lie, I don't want to be chased anymore." She came into my chest again and wept softly. "That's why you jumped... You got so tired of running that you would have done anything to make it stop... You would of even killed yourself. Oh Lizz I'm... I'm so sorry I wasn't around." I could feel Lizz's pain as she gripped me tightly. "Where were you? How come we were told you were MIA. Missing!" She yelled. "I'm sorry! You don't think I was having a hard time?! I had to go my days staying here! Suffering! They sent me to do awful things. Tell me have you ever seen a man be blown in half, a man that is your best friend that you treated like a brother?" I told her and she stood there looking at me as tears still dampened her cheeks. "I ran away in the middle of a mission so they sent a letter home saying I was MIA. A few weeks later I was found, I told them I was left behind by some of my fellow comrades and they believed it. I tried calling home I truly did! But no one ever answered, no one was ever home. After what seemed like the millionth call I gave up and decided to stay here." I confessed the truth to her. "H-how is mom and dad?" I asked. "I wouldn't know... I couldn't go around the house with out being caught. But Tom said they are doing fine." She replied. She backed off me and wiped the rest of the tears off her face when there were knocks at the door. "Quick sit down." I told Lizz. I walked back behind my desk and sat down. "Sir?" A man said opening the door. "Yes?" I responded. "You've got another newbie. Its a man. " The guard informed me. "Bring him in." The door opened up more and in walked a brown haired man. "Jerry!" Lizz said in excitement and jumped on him. I raised a brow as she hugged the hell out of the man and he struggled to get air into his lungs. They parted from each other when the boy realized I was in the room giving him a strange look. "Sorry sir." He apologized. "You two know each other?" I questioned leaning back in my seat. "We went to Paris Island together." Lizz told me. "Do you know him?" The man asked Lizz. "This is my br... Best comrade. An old friend we've know each other for a while." Lizz said. "John this is Jerry, jerry this is John." I nodded at him. "Alright, you two should get going. You need to find your sleeping startions and start training soon. Have the guard escort you back to the elevator. Oh! Before you leave we have a month of torture. Where you'll be taken away at any moment to down here where you'll be put through many stages of pain. Its to teach you not to ever give up any of our secrets and to deal with pain." I said. Jerry turned around and opened the door and Lizz gave me a quick devilish smirk and left. I hope she can handle herself and handle the pain she will be going through...

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Me and jerry were given our stations to sleep. They were small glass rooms. You could see into the next one, absolutely no privacy. The only thing keeping you from looking into the next room was a thin curtain that slid across all walls. Everything was see through... Things have changed a lot since I last was here. "Here are your clothes, tooth brush, underwear, etc." The guard handed me the stuff and left me in my room by myself. The clothes were black as night along with the underwear. I looked around the room, a weight set sat by my bed along with a tried mill. I'm guessing they expect us to work out on our own time... I looked to my right and into the room next to me. I seen jerry. The guard gave him the same set of clothes and tooth brush and was left alone. He placed his clothes one his bed and turned around and seen me. I gave a faint smile and waved and gave a quick smile back. I walked over to the curtains and began to close them, while walking around the room I looked into the next small compartment at the back of my room. A man laid on the weight set lift heavy set of weights rapidly. The mans hair was black as our clothes and arms as big as cannons. The first thing that popped into my mind was Evan. This whole time being away from the team I tried keeping them off my mind, the last thing I need is an emotional out burst while surround by guys with guns that can see fear in your eyes. I closed the curtains the rest of the way and put my new uniform on. Three different shirts, tank top, long sleeve, and a regual T-shirt, and one single pair of pants. I put my underwear and new sportsbra on followed by the pants. I didn't bother for a shirt since it was hot as hell. I opened the curtains again and seen Jerry had got his clothes on first. He sat on his bed with his note pad and pencil and began writing stuff onto the blank paper. I wonder what he is writing about... I turned my head and seen guards walking down the hall towards my room. They were dragging a rather buff man and the man yelled and screamed as they carried him away. "Ladies and gentlemen, torture month has just started. Be ready to be taken away at any given moment. If you can not with stand the pain and give out the secret we told you to keep then you will be thrown off the island." A woman said over the loud speaker. This should be fun. I watched several different people being rushed out of there rooms by guards. Some go willingly and others had to be dragged away. Am I worried about being tortured? No not really. Once you've understand that there isn't much to live for, thought that no one will care if you died, and looked death in the eyes multiple times. You get to the point where you're just like 'eh' and not care. I walked over to my bench and began to put more and more weights onto the bar to the point where I thought it looked good enough. I positioned myself where I thought I felt comfortable and began to lift away. When I was younger I this seemed so much harder to do, but I've managed to gain more strength with out weights. I guess those wrestling matches with the guys actually helped. My arms pumped up and down and I began to sweat, I think I might actually like it here.

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It amazes me how strong she is, how she is able to lift that much weight. I looked over to the room next to here where a man with massive muscles was lifting weights. She almost lifts as much as that guy! I wonder if she really does forget her past... She reminds me of someone but I can't remember who. I brushed the feeling off and went back to writing in my notebook. I've been writing this damn book for months and I'm still not done. 'Tomboy finally made it back to her family, but at what cost' I wrote into the notebook. The book was about a girl that does nothing but suffer through her days and lost her group of friends. I flipped my pencil around and erased the sentence and rewrote 'Tomboy never found her family, they moved and obviously didn't care.' I read what I wrote and erased it again. DAMN IT I CAN'T FIGURE THE ENDING!!