Generation Infinosil

Chapter Sixty Five

Chapter Sixty Five - Shane

2050

Kaitlyn went to dial 999, but she soon remembered that their phones were taken off of them when they were forced into the van.

"We don't have our phones!" She shouted, panicking.

"Good luck with that," our captor grinned, "I threw them out of the window on the way here."

"I don't believe you." I tried to convince myself that they were just in the van outside, but throwing our phones away was exactly the kind of thing this disgusting excuse for a human being would do.

"Whether he's telling the truth or not Shane, we don't have time to go rummaging around in a van, my Dad is dying!"

"We have no other choice Kaitlyn!" I shouted.

"Yes we do," my Dad joined in, "if they have security cameras, they probably have a telephone here somewhere. Kaitlyn, you look in here and I'll go out to the van, whoever finds a phone first will dial 999 immediately."

"Okay, sounds like a plan." We all agreed.

I had to focus on keeping the gun aimed at our captor, I suddenly remembered he was called Hector. More and more memories were flooding back, it was almost making me dizzy. But I couldn't afford to be overcome by this faintness, the only thing keeping us safe was this gun aimed at his head; if I faltered, we'd all be done for.

"You wouldn't shoot me. You couldn't. You don't have it in you." Hector snarled, testing my patience.

"You think, after everything you've put us through, I don't have it in me to kill you?" I snapped back, trying to sound certain. In reality, I couldn't kill him. Not only because I didn't want someone's blood on my hands, regardless of how evil they were, but also because we needed him. Without him, we couldn't be sure that the authorities would be able to find the villages and release the villagers.

"Ah, I see," Hector laughed, somehow seeing right through me, "you want to keep me alive so that I can lead you to the villages. Well I'd rather die than help you."

"Alright then, suit yourself." I said, sending a bullet right past his shoulders. This was risky, because I could have actually shot him by accident. Or I could have missed so badly that he knew it was on purpose, and wouldn't take my threat seriously. It looked like it did the trick.

"Please. No. I didn't mean it. I'll tell you anything!" He wailed, not looking so brave after all.

"That's what I thought." I commented.

He didn't utter another word, until my Dad ran back in shouting "the ambulance and police are on their way".

"Haven't you forgotten something?" Hector asked, grinning yet again, "you don't know where we are, the emergency services don't know where to come."

"Firstly," my Dad said bitterly, "when I heard the bullet, I had hoped my son finished you off. Secondly, you've been stuck in that village of yours for too long; phones here have GPS, they can easily find us. I guess you could say it's kind of like the tracking device you stuck in my son."

Apparently Hector couldn't think of much to say to that, so he shut his mouth until he was handcuffed by police, when he begged for them to release him.

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We waited in the waiting room at the hospital for news about Kaitlyn's Dad. Her Mum had been called in a few minutes ago to talk to a Doctor, Kaitlyn remained spread across a few chairs with her head buried into my lap. Her slow breathing suggested she was asleep, so her Mum didn't want to wake her when the Doctor called them in. My parents were at the police station, telling them everything.

Every minute of waiting felt like an hour. I hoped more than everything for some good news. I hoped they were just in there discussing his treatment plan. As soon as she stepped into the waiting room, I knew it wasn't good. Her legs seemed weak and wobbly, her expression seemed empty. My next thought was that maybe he'll be in hospital for a while, but he'll recover eventually, maybe that could explain her disappointment.

When she realised I was watching her, she slowly shook her head as a single tear slid down her cheek. It was as if that was the only tear she had left to give. When she reached me, all she could manage were two words before her voice cracked: "he's gone." My heart dropped, and I couldn't help but shed tears myself. I held her hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze, but she was broken, nothing I could do could comfort her.

"She looks so peaceful laying there, I can't bring myself to wake her up and tell her." She finally said, and then walked away saying she needed to clear her head before she told her.

I looked down at Kaitlyn, and realised that her wet cheeks were catching the light. She had been crying. She was so still that I didn't realise she had woken up, I didn't know how much she heard.

"Kaitlyn," I said as gently as possible, wiping her tears away with my thumb, "I know you're awake. Your Dad, he's..."

"Don't say it," she interrupted, "please. I heard my Mum, I don't need to hear it again."

At that moment she opened her eyes finally, and looked me in the eyes with such despair that I thought she might never recover.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered, as even more tears flooded down her cheeks and mine.

She snuggled even closer into my lap and silently cried. We stayed like this for what seemed like a lifetime, until her Mum returned and I gave them some space to grieve together.

"Another good man has been lost." I thought to myself in the corridor, as memories of my own biological parents swirled around in my mind. I still had Robert and Jane, but the new knowledge that my real parents were lost caused unbelievable pain.

I knew how Kaitlyn was feeling.