Desolation

Chapter Eleven

"Who are you?" I ask out, staring at the man with wide eyes.

His false smile is still plastered on his face, making me irate.

"I said, who are you!" I cry out, trembling with both fear and rage.

"My name is Doctor Bennett. But you can call me Hal," he says, a clipped voice.

"And what the hell is going on?" I yell.

Hal looks at me for a moment, then laughs. It is a cold, heartless laugh that reverberates throughout the small room. I stare at him with hate burning in my eyes.

"You really think that I'm going to tell you that?" He says, raising his eyebrows.

I guess not.

"Well then why are you here?" I ask.

He walks closer to me, his icy blue eyes burning into mine.

"Sit," he commands, pointing to the hospital bed.

"No," I spit back, trying to sound as defiant as possible.

Trying not to show that I am scared as hell.

"Tessa, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. You decide," Hal says crisply.

Reluctantly, I sit down on the edge of the bed. I don't want to know what the hard way is.

"So Tessa, you are probably wondering why we took you down here," Hal says

I glare at him, with the words "no shit" painted on my face.

"We brought you down here because you are showing us some...unusual results."

"Results? What results?" I ask.

"Let me show you something," he says.

Hal turns around and walks over to counter and opens up a drawer. He pulls out a laptop computer and walks back to me. He then opens the laptop.

"These are each of your vitals. We've been recording them the entire time you've been on this island."

"How?" I whisper breathlessly.

I stare at the screen. For each of the twelve of us on the island, there is a column with our vitals. Under our name is our current body temperature, blood pressure, pulse, and blood sugar levels.

"As you can see, almost everyone's vitals are decreasing. Body temperature raising, blood pressure going up, heart rate slowing down, blood sugar decreasing."

"It's because you are killing us by keeping us captive on this island! We are starving to death!" I exclaim, infuriated.

"Ah, but now to my point. Look at your vitals, Tessa."

I find my name on the screen and look at them. My heart skips a beat.

My vitals are completely normal.

"Your body temperature, blood pressure, pulse and blood sugar levels are completely normal. Very healthy, in fact." Hal says.

It can't be.

Everyone else is dying, except for me.

"Why? What is going on?" I ask, my teeth clenched.

Hal closes the laptop.

"At first, we could not figure out why all your vitals were healthy, while everyone else's were falling. We finally looked at your blood sample, which we have, and then we figured it out. You, Tessa, have an extremely rare blood type that most people have never even heard of. It's sometimes referred to as 'the golden blood'. It's a blood type so rare, that only about fifteen people in the entire world carry it. And you are one of them."