A Bloody Melody (Discontinued)

Chapter Nine

A Bloody Melody

Chapter Nine

“How shall we proceed then?” Lance asked, speaking for the first time.

We were still in the room, after half an hour of them debating what the best way to deal with this would be. My bum had fallen asleep and I lost the fight with my arms a long time ago, they were now resting on the table my head in their palm. I could care less about how rude this was right now because really, they were boring me. I just hoped that they had finally decided to take some sort of action.

Ben sighed and said, “I don’t know. This is the best solution we can agree on. We’ll have to be cautious, it is obvious that someone took her and for now, we don’t why. They are a danger to everyone here and, obviously, very powerful if they managed to wipe Lainey’s memory and create a ‘time prison’.  We do not know what they want, or who they are, and that is bad. I want you,” he looked at Amanda, “to make sure that every security team is aware of the matter at hand and to be ready to be in action any time.”

“Yes, sir,” she said and stood up, walking out of the room. I gave her a smile as she walked by but she kept her face blank, she didn’t even blink. It was hard to think that the leaders were so rude. Whenever we saw their faces on the big screen in the great hall they seemed so nice and friendly, but that was 19 years ago. A lot can happen since then.

Amanda was the youngest of D.R.A.U.G.H.T., at nineteen. I had no idea how she got she far up in such a little amount of time, but when you’re in war things tend to move fast. If I had to guess I’d say she was in her late thirties now, but that was only because I could do maths. If I didn’t know her age I’d say she in her mid-twenties. She didn’t look much older than when she first had her face up on the big screen. Dark skin and hair cut in a short boyish way with brown eyes that seemed empty, those eyes used to look like they were laughing.

She looked like a robot, a shell of her former self. You never would have guessed that she delivered that speech. I thought that D.R.A.U.G.H.T. had no leader, but Ben seems to have taken up the role. Everyone else was just asking necessary questions or following orders.

When she closed the door behind her and I could no longer see her I looked at the other members of D.R.A.U.G.H.T., only I looked closer this time. Lance Ules, he was described as a hero, a self-proclaimed ladies’ man, someone who had lived in the new city of Hulubu, Antarctica, his whole life. He always wore a confident smile, portrayed as an easy going soldier. Yet when I really looked at him all I could see was a man in his forties, no smile, no emotion. He didn’t seem like the person he used to be. Gone were the brown hair and the killer smile in favour of salt and pepper and a frown. His once unique, sharp features had been dulled by look in his brown eyes. He was empty.

Humans always had some kind of emotion in their eyes. Even when they thought they had poker faces, their eyes spoke in volumes. Yet, all of their eyes were dead, there was nothing. I looked at Kelly this time. I had thought there was something off about her when she took me in to the other room. She was the fighter, the one who pushed herself to the limits. Now she looked no more than a housewife who does whatever she had been instructed to do. Her long hair styled in a simple bun and her blue eyes lifeless.

I didn’t dare look at my grandmother again. I knew what I would see; an old woman who looked like she belonged in the ground. If any one of them lay still for long enough someone would mistake them for dead.

Annaliese Deacon, she was the first woman to step foot on Deacon, the planet had even been named after her. I saw her as a young, hopeful scientist who loved what she was doing. She was the only one who expressed any emotion. It wasn’t anything good though, no, she appeared miserable. Sat next to Ben like his personal monkey. Her eyes weren’t dead, they screamed with a thousand secrets that needed to be told. Blue, it was a common yet beautiful colour, but I would never want her eyes.  They seared through my soul when she looked in to my own blue eyes, I had to clutch my chest.