After Fate Fell

12 • SIX

1 year, 3 months, and 12 days after it all
•SIX•

Somehow they overtook us. People with guns. From the U.S. government. I thought I could use my legacies to fight back, but because of our disuse of them, I wasn't able to focus on controlling them. I tried to get a storm started to force the helicopter to take off without us, but all I was able to conjure up were a few small rain clouds.

So as we fly away, through the useless sprinkle of rain I've created, I fall to the floor of the crowded helicopter, putting my head in between my knees, a hopeless position to take in a hopeless situation. My eyes close for a few seconds while I try to think about what this could mean.

There are seven people total in this helicopter. I didn't even know it was possible to fit that many, and even if it was, I didn't think it was advised. But this is the U.S. government. They never listen to any advice.

We fly above the mountains, the foliage now becoming thicker. The people who overtook us, government agents by the looks of them, stand over John, Agent Walker, and I. Their stares are cold, dark, and almost completely lifeless.

John and Agent Walker were lucky enough to be shoved into seats when the helicopter began to ascend, but I was just thrown in, forced to find a place to sit for this who-freaking-knows how long ride. So I scoot back to lean against the wall. The one agent flinches, ready to grab his gun. Hmm.
I look up to where John and Agent Walker are sitting, and they are just looking straight ahead, the opposite direction of me. It would at least be of some comfort if John would at least acknowledge me back here.
The helicopter wavers, it's course seemingly knocked off by the wind or something else. I then realize that we're landing. I would look out the window, but my seating accommodations don't really provide anything other than the floor to stare at. So I'm forced to just stare up at John and Agent Walker to see their reactions. They simply look out the windows, showing no real reactions. Either John is drugged, or he's really good at acting emotionless. He has to be feeling something.

We are jolted to a landing, and the agents standing over me listen to the one further up near the cockpit. I can't hear what she's saying over the chopping sound of the helicopter. I lean forward, but one of the agents stops me, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"I told you we should've drugged her too," she says to the one up front.

"We can't, she's the one he wants. The others can go fuck themselves for all we care. She's the chosen one, and he said not to drug her," the agent in the front says, more clearly this time, like she wants me to hear all this.

I look up at the agents around me, confused. Who wants me? What does this all mean?
Things start to move faster from there. One of the agents grabs Agent Walker and simply throws her out the open door, and then starts to do the same with John. I want to get up, to stop him, but I can't move, like something is holding me back but there's nothing there. The agent throws John out of the helicopter. I cry, hot tears coming down my face, feeling like they're melting my skin, and then I reach up to feel them, and they aren't there, my face is dry but my mouth is open and I hadn't even realized I'd been screaming the whole time.

After throwing John out, the agents all form a line and dive out the door like a synchronized diving team, and then the pilot comes back with a butcher knife and slams it into the wall. The helicopter is too loud to hear anything at this point, and all I see as the pilot speaks are giant worms crawling between his teeth, all of his hair falls out and tattoos scrawl themselves across his scalp until he looks like a Mogadorian. He pulls the butcher knife back out of the wall, and puts it right on my neck. I feel blood start to spew out of my jugular and I know I'm about to be dead, dead, dead, and I just want to die already because all of this is killing me and there's nothing I can do, and Ella's voice is in my head telling me that she made it, and I'm telling her not now Ella I'm going to die and then my eyes jolt open, I'm pouring sweat, and I'm holding onto an airline armrest with a death grip that could kill anyone if it was their neck between my hands.

And I hear Ella's voice in my head saying Six what do you mean?

And I just tell her that it was a dream, it was all a dream and I'm fine.

But then I look up and realize I'm in an airplane, John and Agent Walker in the row across from me, and I realize that only part of it was a dream, and so only part of me is fine.