Can't Hide Forever

16. Family

12 hours of awkward silence and heated tension later, our food was laid out in front of us.

We sat, James drumming his fingers on the table.

In limped Emily. I got to her first. I don't think my feet hit the ground. I pulled her into a hug. Sam and James joined us. She was in a black long sleeve shirt, extremely baggy black jeans, and she was barefoot. Her hair was almost to her shoulders again. Her shirt was tight around her stomach.

"Go eat," I whispered. We all did. She walked back to the cell with us.

She crawled into my arms.

"I miss Dean," she whispered. Dean was Dariens little brother. She was almost as close to Dean as she was to me.

"I know you do," I said, ruffling her hair.

"I just wanna go back and play liars dice with Darien, have hours of long talks with Dean or eating half a pizza with Dakota." She whispered. Darien was laid back, calm. Dean was rebellious and hotheaded. Their little sister Dakota was into Harley Quinn, and pretty girly. And Emily was one of the few people who befriended all of them.

"Didn't you like Dean at one point?" I asked her, smirking.

"No shut up," she blushed.

"Aw," I smiled.

"Shut up Jesse. How is he anyways?" She asked.

"Pretty Damn good, he just turned 16." I whispered back. She didn't answer me. I realized she had fallen asleep on my chest.

I gently leaned back. I woke up to her screams.

The professor was dragging her down the hallway by her wrists. He shot a bullet toward a my head, causing me to dive into the room.

"We have to get her out of here. Now." I growled to a half asleep Sam and James. They agreed.

We mapped out whatever we knew of the building. For hours.

We ate in deadly silence. When we came back there was a large manilla envelope on the table.

There was maps of all of the floors, with the best ways to escape. Her room was less than 50 yards from us. Less than a 150 feet. And that killed me.

She was so close. But so very far. And lastly, a pile of Bobby pins and a note.

Boys,

You have done phenomenonal here. You've strived in your training. The reasons you are what you are, is because of your genes. Some, Sam and Jesse, a little less prominent. That's why your triggers lied with your emotions. Sam, for fear. Jesse for pride.
But James. Yours, was the truth. Your and Emily's genes hold one of the strongest ever genetic changes Mr. Singer has ever seen. But for some reason he cannot trigger Emily's. Which is why he's been torturing her. He started slow, depriving her of meals, and sleep. But then he got angry. And the things he did to her..I cannot bear to put then on paper. But for awhile, I did what I could to feed her, and help. He'll be out of the house New Years Eve, for a small block of three hours. Roy will" have his back turned" at midnight. Her weapons will be at the end of the hall, before you go down her hall.
And one last thing. Jesse. Flip the back of this letter.

~M

I flipped it over and there was a smaller envelope. A picture fell out. It was a picture of a pregnancy test. With a small plus.