Vacant minds

A close call part 2

Note: the picture above is of a character who is introduced in this chapter. (It doesn't look exactly how I picture her but you get the idea) Enjoy!

My eyes open, darting around the room. The vision of my sister is still clear in my head, the dream, no, memory, replaying itself in my mind.

I sit up, leaning against the wall as I rub my temple wearily, well there's no point in trying to get back to sleep now. The moon gleams in the sky, a huge white orb floating in a pitch-black void. There are little stars out tonight I notice... Then I feel it, the presence of other people... And it's not the guards behind the steel doors either who never seem to leave.

The faint sound of laughter determines  that yes, people are close... Close enough to take over. I abruptly stand up all 5 senses (well maybe not taste) on edge. I walk towards the barred window for probably the 100th time in search of the source of this laughter. I finally focus on a group of 5 men chatting around a gas lamp. Idiots, do they know that no ones supposed to come within a 200 meter radius of my cell. I grin as I pick out the biggest guy in the group who seems dealing out what looked like beer to the others in the little gathering, and I pull.

At first nothing happens. And then I feel it, the same familiar sensation that always happens when I do this, like pins and needles but in a kind of satisfying way. And then I was in the body of this big muscular brute who I figured was the organiser of this little get-together. Out of the periphery of my, or should I say Graham's (who's name I'd found out from his memories), vision I looked over to where my cell was and to my relief I found it empty... I was at one with Graham!

"I'll go get some more beer," I said. My voice deep and rumbling, sending vibrations down mine/Graham's body.

The others grunt in reply before returning to there conversation, not even giving me a second look as I walk round the corner of this enormous building smiling to myself, this was too easy.

As I continue walking past the asylum remembering to keep a low profile, I see a helicopter perched on a flat bit of grass looking over the vast ocean. I stop in my tracks when I see a boy and girl both leaning against this strangely parked helicopter. The girl (who looks about 16 years old) is slouched against the vehicle with her arms crossed lazily against her chest. Her hair is a very noticeable red-ish ginger, her eyes I can only just make out as an emerald green and freckles are dotted across her nose. She's quite attractive in a fierce, you don't wanna mess with me kind of way.

The boy who looks about 15 years old has a concentrated expression on his face, his stormy grey eyes are full of life, a lot unlike Mr Demion's. His dirty blonde hair falls across his eyes casting an eerie shadow over his innocent looking face, quite the opposite of the girl's fierce face.

As I emerge from my thoughts I'm startled to find that the girl has shifted her attention over to me and is looking at me a look of utter confusion drawn across her face.

Well, I think, the helicopter is my best way off this island and judging from the pilot-like hat, goggles and overalls the girl's wearing, she's my best way of flying it.

"Mr Wistrow," exclaimed the girl looking quite bewildered as I approached, "I do believe you're not supposed to be on duty right now,"

"Humph, well I do believe you and Mr Teatherway here are not supposed be hanging around outside at this time," I retort, managing to retrieve the name of the blonde haired boy from Mr Wistrow's mind. It seemed that Mr Wistrow took pleasure in picking on the young boy who still had the concentrated expression on his face, not even looking up to acknowledge me.

The girl, who's name I find is Kenna, narrows her eyes at me and begins to say something when the boy interrupts her, "Kenna! Kenna! Look I'm do-" the boy said pointing at the horizon before stopping himself as he looks up to see my towering form glaring down at them.

As the boy shrinks against the helicopter in a weak form of defence I decide it was now or never. In less than a millisecond I have switched from the bulky body of Mr Wistrow to the small yet surprisingly strong body of Kenna. Without thinking I bring Kenna's foot up, thanking her for being flexible, as her foot effortlessly collides with Mr Wistrow's now very confused looking face, the impact whacking him, to the ground knocking him unconscious.

I turn towards the boy, who's name is Connor. His eyes are wide with fear, reminding me uncomfortably of my little sister on that dreaded night...

"Go inside Connor," I tell him, the firm female voice sounding foreign to me.

"Wh-what are y-y-you going to.... D-do?" Conner stutters, as he desperately tries to prevent his hands from trembling.

"I need to go, far away, you'll be Ok without me, do what you trainer tells you, don't mess around, you're stronger than you think," I reassure him as tears glisten in his eyes.

"Promise me you'll come back one day! We can travel the world like Emma and Tom in your stories!" He begs me as his arms wrap around Kenna's neck, "promise me Ken,"

"I promise," I say, my voice barely a whisper, as my heart, yes I do have a heart, breaks for this little boy who has relied so much on Kenna.

He smiles sadly in reply before turning and sprinting off back to the place I just escaped.

After wiping mine (or should I say Kenna's) watery eyes on the sleeve of her overalls I jump into pilots seat in the relatively small yet comfortable two-seater helicopter. I start the engine just as an ear-piercing wail comes screaming from inside the asylum. Damn, an alarm. I think. They've found out I'm missing.

I search Kenna's memories looking for anything that will show me how to fly this thing. This leads me to all the memories of Kenna's flying lessons. I've hit the jackpot! I press a couple of buttons flick a lever and then pull on the wheel, and just like that the helicopter lifts itself slowly yet steadily into the air, right in time for me to see a troop of guards emerge from the asylum.

I continue to advance into the sky as the sun starts to emerge from the horizon. Did that really take an hour, I think as I recall it being around 5:00 when I first got out of my cell.

I gradually getting higher and higher, the island getting smaller and smaller as more figures in black uniform came pouring out of the asylum like honey spilling out of a pot. I sigh in relief as I look over and see that there are no other helicopters on the island, looks like we won't be getting followed any time soon.

I lean back against the comfy leather chair as it vibrates beneath me like one of those massage chairs you can sample in shopping centres. As the island along with the asylum slowly fades out of sight I suddenly realise... I'm scared of high up... Really high up.. Ands what's worse... I'm scared of heights.

Adrian's escaped! But he's found himself face to face with his worst fear! What's he gonna do?! Please vote if you enjoyed this chapter! Thanks for reading my story so far! Xoxo