Lost But Not Forgotten (NaNoWriMo 2013)

25.

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Jesse. My brother. The words swim in my head as I try to take it in. I look around, we are both on a long stage with blinding lights shining, I can tell there is an audience from the silent chatter but I can barely make out who or what they are, probably scientists of some sort.

Jesse sits strapped to a chair ten meters away from me; to his right is a large metal table with tools lying carefully on top. Even though I am too far away to actually see what they are, I am almost one hundred percent sure that they are torture tools. Torture, I even feel scared just thinking of the word.

I glance over to Jesse, we both stare wide-eyed at each other. He looks terrified and even more scared when I stepped into the room, he can probably see all my injuries and how badly I’ve been hurt. Jesse looks pretty fine except for the ropes holding him to the chair, restraining him.

 I can see my brother shouting my name, tears streaming down the side of his face but I can’t hear his voice, it’s like there is an invisible barrier between us. How did they find him? I thought he was safe? What if they’ve gotten the others?

And then I realise something, they’re not here to torture me; they’re going to torture Jesse for information from me! They know my weaknesses and they are going to use them to their advantage, they know I’ll do anything to save the people I love.

Now Jesse’s going to suffer because of me! Why didn’t I warn him and the others? If I hadn’t been so stupid and selfish, maybe he’d be safe and wouldn’t have to experience the consequences of trusting Cameron.

I won’t let anything happen to Jesse, even if it means me dying. I panic and start running towards my brother, I get closer, step by step until we are only two meters apart. I have to get to him, I have to help him!

Smack!

I run into something face first and I stumble back, desperately gasping for air. A chorus of laughter erupts to my left; they think I’m some idiot for running straight into something but the thing is, when I looked, there was nothing between us.

Puzzled, I look towards what had stopped me but I see nothing, just air. I stand up in confusion and walk forwards, holding y hands out in front of me. My palms immediately press onto some kind of solid wall, its ice cold and it feels like glass. But there is no glass in front of me; it has to be some kind of invisible wall.

I do what I do best, I scream. “Jesse! Jesse!” I yell and bang hard to the wall in front of me, hoping to feel it shatter. But nothing happens. My heart races and tears run down my cheek, I want my brother!

I throw myself against the glass until my body aches everywhere; I just want to get to him.

Suddenly, a voice booms out from nowhere, almost breaking my ear drums “Human. If you do not calm down, we will be forced to restrain you” it is deep and similar to the doctor that I met long ago but I don’t recognise this man, his voice is much harsher and intimidating.

The audience falls silent. Three guards I don’t know come out of nowhere. One is carrying a chair. He places it a few meters behind me while the other two grab my arms and pull me back. I struggle but their strength is no match for my nimble body, they could probably break both my arms within a few seconds.

I get forced onto the plastic chair and the guards relieve some pressure off me and lift their hands of my arms and for a second there, I thought they were actually going to leave me alone, but no- instead they take their guns out and point both of them at my head.

I can feel their tips nudge against my head, threatening to fire if I made the wrong move. I am immediately paralyzed with fear and the hair on the back of my neck rises slowly one by one.