Your POV (Chapter 18)

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"He's coming here?"
I screech.
"He's the one who trapped us here isn't he? He's the one who took us from our families, from our LIVES! And now this motherfucker wants to have tea?!"

I can tell that the way I'm yelling is surprising Gerard, he's just sitting there staring at me. Hopelessness dripping from his eyes and onto the floor.

At the sight of him crying I suddenly felt so scared.

The realisation that we're just kids, that we don't have anyone to protect us or defend us, that the very man who put us in this position was coming down wanting to have brunch with us. The man who could be a rapist or a serial killer or just plain insane.

"Oh now, dont cry!"

I jumo-spin around to find him standing right behind me and I'm dumbstruck.

"You're in the safest most luxurious headquarters on earth! Run and protected by the highest of artificial intelligence!"

Gerard quickly wipes his cheeks and scrambles to his feet grabbing my elbow and pulling me close to him, I grab onto his white hospital-gown-like shirt.

The taller than expected man stands towering over us, smiling with his lips together making him look even more manic.

"Oh! Oh my! Aha!"
He doubles over clutching his stomach with laughter. Gerard looks down, just as confused as me.

The doctor recovers from his fit, and makes an act of wiping tears off his sharp cheekbones. His face was almost geometric.

He pauses, staring at us, like he was confused on how we weren't rolling on the floor laughing at whatever was so funny.

"Well I'm not going to hurt you!"
He yells a little too enthusiastically, finally realising that we couldn't read his mind off a computer screen like he could do to ours.

"Aw c'mon, teenagers aren't still that shy are they?" And before we could untangle ourselves from each other the man leaned down and over and brought us tight into his chest in an uncomfortably closed embrace.

After way too long, he pulled away but kept his hands on Gerards shoulders, holding his gaze for a while then looking down at me and letting his hand slide down onto my arm, staring at me as if I was a niece he hadn't seen in years.

"We are going to do great things together."

He holds the weird uncle-like smile for a little longer, then quickly turns on his heels and struts down the room towards the wall where the door comes from.

He waves us to follow him without turning his head, and just when I thought he would walk right into the wall, the door opens up for him. He doesn't break a sweat.

A sudden burst of adrenalin, and I grab Gerard by the wrist and drag him along behind me as I stomp behind the doctor.

I was going to find out why the hell I was not even catching a glimpse of a sunrise when I could be waking up to one every morning.

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