The Facility

Chapter Six

Never had I ever been this injured or in this much pain in my life, I mean sure I went through a lot in The Facility but that was because they were trying to build us up so we could withstand great deals of pain, but I've never been shot before I've been shot at but never hit with a bullet and to top it off I broke my wrist.

They weren't charging me with the murders of the directors because it was being called an extreme emotional outburst and I reverted back to training that they taught me, I didn't see a difference though and I doubted that their families felt the same way, not that I really cared what they thought but it wasn't what I wanted.

At every turn when I wanted to serve time for my crimes, they kept telling me that I was a victim but it seemed like they were deliberately trying not to see the people that I've killed, they saw it as victims of the directors and the teachers responsible for training me to be the way that I am.

I had never slept so much in my life but the doctors told me to expect it telling me my body needed to recover, for the first time in my life I really dreamed only to wish that I hadn't.

My dream was a mesh of things that happened to me or what I've done, the first is when I failed my first test firing a gun because the kickback nearly knocked the gun out of my hand, the teacher grabbed me by the hair and shoved the gun in my face.

"You will learn to hold this steady or you will be considered a failure of the program, is that what want?" he said.

It took all the muscles in my arms but I held the gun in place when firing and hit the target enough to please the teacher.

The second was when I strapped the boy with the bomb, I had lured him to me with American candy, I don't know why but the children love it over there.

"Now go home and give your papa a big hug and show him your new vest ok?" I said in his language.

He shook his head vigorously and took the other candy bar and left, granted the vest didn't look like a normal suicide vest, anyone looking at it would think it was just a normal vest but look beyond the seams and it was lined with C4 and small blades as shrapnel.

I stood a few blocks away from his home and watched as the little boy followed his father into their house, a few minutes later and the bomb went off.

Then I woke up in a sweat to Daniel sitting in my room, it was dim and it looked like he was in and out.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I came to tell you something, Dr. Rockfield escorted your parents back to their house across the pond and he told them that he would continue to try to persuade you to see them, but then I just got word that your parents and their other children have been taken hostage. They want you" he said.

Life demanded to be lived and it wasn't going to wait until I was healed, I never had the intention of ever meeting or even seeing my parents or their children because it was best for them if they thought I was still dead, but apparently these people have friends with a lot of power and somehow found out about me and my family.

"Get me a plane there" I said as I started to sit up.

"What?! No Callie in case you didn't realize you were shot by a high powered rifle barely a week ago, you're in no condition to travel" he said trying to gently push me back down on the bed.

"Look Daniel, you know I'm resourceful and I don't really need you to do this for me, but if you want to be there for me like you say you do then get me a plane to America or get out of my way" I said.