The Touch

Chapter 44 - Justice

Doctor Martins lay on the floor of the lab and heard only the crackle of a distant fire and the odd moan of someone further away down the corridor.

He knew he was dying and by the way that the soldiers came and looked at him before they took her away, he knew they either presumed he was dead or close to it.

His body felt cold and the pain he had felt from the bullet wound was now subsiding. He knew that death was coming for him and he welcomed it.

As he looked towards the door he heard the faint footsteps of someone walking towards him and a bright light shone around him. He didn't fear who it was and only hoped that they helped ease his suffering and let him die quickly.

He closed his eyes and surrended to the last few breaths that he would ever take on this earth. A sharp pain shot through his arm and his eyes opened to see a woman dressed in black kneeling beside him. She had dark glasses on and long blonde hair that was tied back in a ponytail. He could not see her eyes but she looked like a government official of some sort.

Pain was working its way through his system and he cried out as he felt the coldness of the liquid she had injected into him coursing through his veins.

"What have you done?" he said, his voice coarse and dry.

"I have saved your life Dr Martins" the woman replied. "You see, we still need you Dr Martins. You are going to help us now".

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?" she replied, then handed him a shard of mirror glass that lay on the floor next to him.

Dr Martins drew the glass up to his face and screamed. As he looked at the reflection staring back at him it was like he was living out his worst nightmare.

"What have you done to me?"

The woman laughed and then stood up.

"I have only given you something that you wanted to capture for yourself Dr Martins" she replied, then signalled to a soldier behind her. "Get him out of here".

Dr Martins screamed as the soldier grabbed for him and he glanced one last time at the mirror. Blood had now dried on his face and his hair was matted in places, but there was no mistaking the horror of seeing his eyes shining back at him.

It was the same bright blue that he had seen in Lacey's eyes and every child he had worked on over the years who had the Touch.

THE END

Continued in book two due out soon.