Diary of a Dead Girl ~ Book 1 (being edited)

8) Missing Link

Missing Link

Carl's point of view.

Elise screamed, oh my god. The reptoid thing had it's claws in her, blood was running down her shoulder, her face showed the shock, pain and then finally resignation. I started to run towards her but she screamed at me...

"NO CARL....RUN....GET OUT!" I didn't want to leave her, we'd come so far. Two strangers thrown together by chance and circumstances. Seeing that monster have a hold on her, I nearly lost my senses. But in the end, I knew what she would have wanted me to do. What I must do.

I still felt like a coward, as I ran back up those stairs. I was running full tilt, when I was grabbed and dragged into a small office, I was ready to fight. The adrenaline coursed through me, making everything come into sharp focus. It was one of Collins men, Jim, holding his hands out in a placating gesture. When I realised who it was, the fight went out of me, leaving me cold. I slumped into a chair holding my head. Images of Elise played across my eyes.

""Where's Elise?" He asked. I shook my head,

I heard him rummaging around in his desk and a clink of  glass...

"Here, get that down you. It'll help with the shock"... I took it, my hands trembling and drank.. The amber liquid burned on its way down. And the trembling in my hands lessened.

"Listen, did you get in on tape?" I nodded..."Good, you can't upload it here, they've put a security software in, it monitors everything. Collins is waiting by the gate, I'll take you." He pulled me out of the chair and guided me through the maze of offices. It struck me funny, that all these people, going about their jobs, weren't even aware of the knightmares unfolding below them. I choked back a hysterical giggle, which nearly ended up a sob. I can't go to pieces, not now. Not until we're out of here.

The natural sunlight made me blink, we were outside. Collins opened the door of the jeep and hustled me inside. Finally I let it it go. Collins drove and made no comment, for which I was grateful. We'd lost Elise, the only glue of which me and Collins had. What could I do now? I felt bereft, my mind replaying Elise being taken, over and over again until I thought I'd go mad.

Colllins, helped me out of the jeep, and inside to his house. He left me alone for awhile. It took every ounce of emotional strength to try and pull myself together. Elise wouldn't want me to fall apart, she'd want me to go on fighting. I held onto that thought, like a drowning man would a life jacket. Eventually I went in search of Collins, he was reviewing the footage we'd shot of the hospital wing, and the torture chamber below. I didn't need to watch it, I'd been there. I left him to it, and went in search of a drink.

Moments later as I was pouring a large glass of whiskey, Collins came through to the living room, his skin had turned an ashen grey. "Pour me one will you Carl"...I handed him the glass, "Elise" was all he said and we clinked the glasses.

"I've uploaded it. Everything you got on tape, it's being sent to every major news department I could think of. I've posted it on YouTube, and a friend of mine will post it on the social networking sites."

I nodded. All we could do now, was sit back and hope people paid attention. No longer coud we be targeted like sitting ducks. Not if people could have the option of defending themselves.

"I'm sorry about Elise, Carl. I really am. Do you know when I first met her, she gave me a telling off." He laughed. "She was scarier than my Seargent. It was only when she began asking the basic questions, that I hadn't thought to ask myself, that I found out what was going on".. He looked deep into his glass. "I'm still alive and I'm aware of what's going on, thanks to her."

"I know. I sat down next to her on the bus, I was on my way for a job interview. I was so excited, I must have talked her ear off the entire way. She saved my life too, that night you came to move her from her house. I was already in the back of the truck. I've been thanking my lucky stars ever since."...

We both became quiet. Lost in our own thoughts about Elise. She had a way about her. She could easily charm the pants off someone if she had a mind to do it. The way she calmed Abbie down, and explained the harsh truth of things, yet she never once lost her compassion whilst telling the truth.

"Shit!!" I cried...

"What?"

"God Collins, what if she's not dead?" I was beside myself now, a little ray of hope lit me up.

"How can she not be dead, Carl, I saw what happened. You know it, and I know it. They wont have left her alive. She's probably ......." Collins turned a very nasty looking green.

"No, I know what you're trying to say. But No! Why waste her like that? Remember the young girl on the tape? Her name's Abbie. She explained that they'd impregnated her. What if they've decided to do the same to Elise. You know, a sick way of torturing her?"

"Oh my god!! I never thought of that! If that's the case then we need to get her out of there quickly. But first Carl, you must understand that there's every possibility that she is dead. I want to believe she's alive too. But I am not sending anyone in until I'm a hundred percent sure. The way things have been going, every man counts."

I agreed with him, after all,  thousands of lives had already been lost. But the thought of her still being alive and used as a lab rat by them enraged me. Collins called his men, it seemed that word was getting about. And quickly too. We sat around his kitchen table, discussing an idea, that soon took shape in the form of a plan.

"Collins! Come here!" Jed, one of the new recruits had been helping send the video viral. He'd been checking the news over the Internet, and trying to enlist support.

"Look" He pointed to the Screen. A blown up image of the reptoid and Elise was on the screen. People had viewed the video by the thousands, and the tally kept going up. Many comments were cynical, a lot believed it faked. But a handful believed, and a handful was hope.

"I'm attaching another link to a site. I'll type up exactly what's going on, and where Southborne Lake is. If we can get people to show up in their hundreds. We'll be able to slip in and slip out with Elise.

"Just hang on for awhile Jed. I'm still awaiting a report back from Jim. He's had a hell of a time since he helped walk out with Carl. He's trying to find out what could have happened  to Elise, where she could have been taken. Once I've got his report, we'll go from there."

Jed nodded and turned back to the screen. 'We did it Elise, we did it. Now just hang on', I thought. 'We'll come get you soon'.

A/N Apologies for Carl's point of view, but I thought it would be a good idea to see and feel what he does in this chapter. If anyone can suggest a way to write it differently without it jarring the storp. Please let me know. Thank you.