Trapped | The Trapped Trilogy Book 1

LOST TRAPPED TRILOGY CHAPTER

When I originally wrote Trapped, this chapter was included--but I'm not sure why it didn't make it into the final. I think it was a copy/paste error, unless I just found it obsolete and deleted it.

If you've read Trapped, here's a little more insight--it was supposed to be Chapter 16 in the book.

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REBECCA

"She what?"

"She escaped with Peter Hemmings, ma'am," Fam stutters, sweating through his shirt.

He's such a nervous man.

I walk over to my monitor and tap the screen, shuffling through images that the cameras had recorded over the last twenty-four hours. I'm looking for the area they left from. I'll know where to look for them beyond that if I see which exit they went through. From there, I can activate the security camera footage that was taken around where they escaped. The Rebellion has cameras up in most areas surrounding the Domes and all around the compound. Unlike the government, however, who use their cameras to spy on their citizens, we use the cameras for escapees, for rogues, and to scan for possible attacks on us.

"Bingo," I smile, coming across their figures hugging in the gym.

Eenralla is going through an interesting change, something she doesn't quite understand. Being out in the open and loose will make her vulnerable, and someone will understand what is happening to her and try to destroy her.

When she arrived here, I wanted her dead. I wasn't going to bow down to a teenager who doesn't know what's really out there. That position should be given to me. I'm next in line to be the Leader, but this child showed up. If I were to kill her, it would be humane, unlike the government. If they see her, they'll use her for everything the Rebellion goes against. They'll wipe her memory and put false information inside of it, just like they do with the president every ten years.

I would know. I used to help with it.

I helped with the placement of Fiot and Murkas.

For Fiot, it was an easy memory replacement. For Murkas, it was somewhat harder.

I started out by injecting a serum to the inside of both his elbows. The liquid would knock him out for about three hours. That window of time was the time I used to shave his head and hook him up to a computer. Ten to eleven wires stuck out from his scalp, held in only by needles. That's when I began the process.

The government had tens of thousands of files saved of people who had turned thirty. All I had to do was choose one, and the memories, the name, and the personality would be the man's who sat in my chair. His entire background would be rewritten and rewired.

It had taken me an hour to find the right characteristics for a president, but when I found it, I immediately started the download. The last two hours would have been used for President Murkas's brain to absorb the information. An hour and a half had passed when he had woken up. I had checked the download on the monitor, and it wasn't finished yet.

He started panicking. He shouted and wriggled to try and escape from the chair. I had gotten up and grabbed the syringe, quickly refilling it. I walked back over to him and talked to him in a soothing voice while I tried to control his arm's shaking.

"I don't want to die!" he shouted, his face turning red and his veins popping out of his neck.

I smiled politely and said softly, "You aren't going to die, sir. You agreed to be our new President."

His face went blank and he sat back in the chair. Smiling a little bit, he chuckled. The serum is working.

"I don't remember that."