The Memoriam Files: Hearts ✔

| Chapter 2, To hell and back

|I've been holding on for too long, time for us to move on

|Song: Cry, Jason Walker

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Lisa's P.O.V.

The room was dark and smelled like blood. My hands were bound and no matter how much I tried to move, I was stuck.
Anger burned inside of me like a raging fire. Hours ago I had woken up in the dark, immediately realising Wicked had lied to us again. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep on the Berg, then waking up in the darkness. I had no idea what kind of test this was suppose to be, but it most certainly wasn't my idea of freedom.

Suddenly a loud bang echoed through the dark, making me look up, my anger dying down and making way for a cold shot of fear.
Then a light was turned on.
A small groan left my lips as I shut my eyes, against the sudden light.

'Miss Lisa, I think it was about time we had a chat,' a deep voice said.

Squinting against the light I tried to open my eyes, hatred flaring through me by hearing his voice. 'I'm not in a mood, thanks,' I replied.
A small chuckle came from Janson, but it was empty and not filled with amusement at all. 'I don't think there is a lot you have to say about it.'
'There never is,' I mumbled, slowly gaining back my sight.
We were in a small square room, a single light hanging by its wires from the ceiling. There was a huge iron door on my left and the wall on my right was entirely made of glass. I couldn't see through it though because whatever was behind it, was covered in darkness. Then I looked forwards were Janson, my father as it turned out, was seating on an iron chair. A chair similar to the one I was bound to. He had a file in his hand and seemed to be very pleased about something. That alone was enough to make my skin crawl.

'You survived the scorch,' he stated.
'Clearly,' I replied, my voice just as flat, 'no thanks to you.'
He flashed me an empty smile before continuing. 'You managed to pull a little trick there that we weren't all too pleased with.'
I narrowed at him, forcing down my nerves and trying to keep my hands steady.
Janson leant forwards, leaning his elbows on his legs, staring right at me. 'Somehow, you managed to break our mind control. Meaning you never finished the job you were meant to do.'
'If by job you mean killing my sister, who by the way happens to be your daughter, then I don't see a problem,' I spat back.
Janson took a minute to study me before leaning back in his chair. His expression was blank, unreadable and it frustrated me.
'It was what you were meant to do, and you failed, meaning we are left to clean the mess.'

Suddenly I felt like I couldn't breathe, an iron fist appearing around my heart, all color draining from my face.
Janson noticed my reaction and chuckled again, making me want to hit him. 'Relax, your sister is still alive.'
'Give me one good reason why I should believe you!' I screamed.
'We found a better purpose for her,' Janson simply stated.
'You told us the trials are over,' I hissed, unable to control my emotions any longer.
'Sadly the data we gathered wasn't enough, phase three was necessary.'

Silence fell as I stared at him, and he looked calmly back. I couldn't describe what I was feeling. We were lied to, again, and I was so tired of having to play this eternal game.

'Just like we have a purpose for you,' Janson finally broke the silence.
My mouth stayed shut as I glared at him.
'You are going to help your sister and not resist when we take control again, it's necessary for you to be in the Red State when you help her,' his voice was calm but his words had a threatening undertone, one that I couldn't ignore.
'And if I refuse,' I whispered, trying to sound just as threatening as my father.
He raised his head, not seeming intimidated in the slightest, in fact he seemed almost happy with my resistance. He stood up and walked towards the wall of glass, taking a phone out of his pocket and dialing a number, then he pressed it to his ear. 'Turn on the light.'