The Memoriam Files: Hearts ✔

| Chapter 10, Resistance

|This is how we rise up

|Song: The Resistance, Skillet

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Dawn's P.O.V

We moved as fast as we could through the hallways. Brenda led the way but when I concentrated I remembered the halls as if I walked here yesterday. The feeling was strange, almost like I had come home after a long vacation or woken up after a long sleep. I couldn't quite grasp the situation, all I could really do was follow Brenda and try to keep my head clear of distractions. Daydreaming about my past life could be done later.

Brenda gestured for us to stop and then nodded towards a blue door. Janson his office was behind it. 'There may be guards inside,' she whispered, 'so be ready.'
The boys behind me raised their stolen Launchers as I tightened my grip on the gun I had taken from the guard.
As one man we moved towards the door. We shared a quick glare before Brenda took the door handle and threw it open with one movement. Immediately we all ran inside, our weapons raised. But there were no guards, just Ratman behind his desk. He looked up, startled and shocked. 'What is-'
'Shut up,' Minho said, his voice as cold as ice and it sounded way more threatening than any other voice he had ever used.

Brenda stayed by the door as we moved inside the unnatural clean office. There were no windows, almost every inch of the walls was covered with books and computer screens.
Janson was still sitting behind his desk, his hands folded before him and an almost curious frown on his face. And when his gaze fell on me he looked downright confused. 'Dawn? Why the resistance? That was your only chance to cure Newt.'
'I know,' I responded, my heart beating faster in my chest, 'but I will never sacrifice someone else to safe another. I'm nothing like you.'
Janson slowly stood up but Thomas pointed his Launcher at him and my father raised his hands while sitting back down.

'We're not here to chit chat,' Minho spit and he pushed Lisa forwards. 'How do we get her back?' He demanded, anger painted on his features.
Janson took a long look at his daughter before slowly saying: 'You can't.'
'What do you mean we can't?' Thomas snapped.
'She has to shut it off herself,' Janson stated calmly.
'Don't lie to us, if you can trigger it you can get her out of it too,' I yelled.
My father his gaze felt heavy on me. 'Not this time. She has voluntarily entered the Red State and so only she can get herself out of it.'

Shaking my head I sat down on the ground. 'This is ridiclious.'
'Dawn, you must understand-' I jumped up, clicked off the safety of the gun and pointed it at my father his head. 'Don't tell me what to do. I've stopped listening to you a long time ago.'
A frown appeared on his face.
'Tell us how to get her out of it,' I screamed.
'I just did,' Janson replied.
'Stop lying!' I yelled while taking a step forwards.
'Dawn, calm down,' Thomas interrupted. 'Maybe we're asking the wrong question.'
I turned to him, tears staining my cheeks. 'What do you mean?'
He lowered the Launcher and took a more relaxed stance. 'If she voluntarily entered the Red State, or whatever, shouldn't we be asking why?'
I opened my mouth to protest but then closed it again and nodded. He was right.
'Think Dawn, what could make her do this?' Thomas slowly asked.

Pushing my hair out of my face I looked around the room until my eyes landed on Minho. He frowned at me and I gave him a small nod. If there was one person besides me that Lisa cared for it was him, whether she liked to admit that or not.
Suddenly all colour drained from Minho his face as he slowly turned to Janson.
'Minho?' Thomas questioned.
'Is that why you did it?' The Asian boy suddenly yelled at Janson. 'You son of a-'
'Minho what are you talkin' about?' Newt interrupted him.
The anger was visible like a tattoo on Minho his face as he stared at my father. 'He tortured me, injected me with something that made me-' he stopped and shivered.
My eyes widened and I turned to Janson whose face remained emotionless. 'Please don't tell me you actually threatened my sister by torturing Minho!' I screamed.
He remained silent, only looked at me and that was all the confirmation I needed. Taking a shaky breath I turned away from him, staring at the ground while trying to make my breathing steady. 'You know ater mom died, I thought you would be better,' I whispered, not truly knowing why I was bringing this up. All I knew was that I had to get this off my chest. 'But instead you disappeared. You just left us!' I screamed those last words, frustration rising inside of me as I turned back to my father. 'You gave us up to Wicked only for your own safety! And now you're so far gone that you're threatening your daughter by torturing her friend.' I yelled and felt all the frustration I had bottled up for weeks, maybe even years, leave my body. 'You don't even deserve to live,' I whispered, my chest aching. Hot tears streamed down my face but I didn't blink.