Five's Fate

New Mornings

Day Eight. At least I've been able to shower. I'm pretty sure everything goes the same way here. Lights turn on. Lights turn off. I don't really bother with trying to figure them out.

Breakfast is late and light on account everyone slept in after being up late. John walks in with an egg sandwich from a fast food place. He's eating one of his own.

"Here," He said, tossing me the sandwich wrapped in greasy paper.

"Thanks" I reply as I open it. "Where are we?" I ask again hoping to get an answer.

John just said"nowhere we'll be long. We're traveling again in a couple of days." He said as he leans on the wall and finishes eating. "What?" I ask confused. "The only thing you've got to worry about is you. You haven't got to know where we're going."

"How do you mean to worry about myself?" I ask suspicious and frightened.

"Well. That's what I'm supposed to talk to you about."

I scoot back and put my back against the wall. "We're supposed to get on a plane in a few days. Now we have to figure out how that's gonna work with you." Okay. Now I'm frightened.

"What? What are you gonna do with me?" I ask, perhaps a little more frightened then I'd like to sound.

"That's under debate," John said with a serious look. I stare blankly at the floor lost for words. "Our options are these, we drug you so your unconscious for the whole flight, or we board first and trust you enough not to be at anything during the flight." I don't make eye contact. I stay silent John just leaves.

I cry. Not sobbing cry but how did I do this to myself cry. I know their not going to trust me. Why would they? They haven't. I just sit on the floor next to the bed. And cry.

No one comes around until later. Sam slides in a plate and leaves again. Their making plans on what to do with me. I could try to kick down the door and make a run for it. But the likelihood that would work is slim. And it would result in me being painfully restrained. So I quickly decide against it.

Day nine. I sit up and wait for something to happen. I hardly slept last night so I lean against the wall groggy-eyed. I'm tired but I can't sleep. Breakfast is late again. But I don't care. I tried entertaining myself by counting. But that gets really boring.

This room is really small so I just walk back and forth or sit on the bed. I think about Ethan a lot. And Rey and the island. I think about a lot of things. I think about how I use to feel when I was flying or using my legacies to do something cool. About how if I had them right now what I'd be doing instead of locked in here. I wonder what's happening outside of this little room what's going on around earth. This planet is so messed up.

I'm lying on the bed and I smile. I just have a feeling of happiness for no reason. I'm locked up but I still have emotions.

John walks in later. I've had dinner already but he's not here about that.

"So here's what's happening," He said and I look at him like I'm just waiting for him to tell me something I already know. Something that my knowing changes nothing.

"We've got to get on that plane tomorrow and you're coming with us. We're getting early and getting through customs. You're going to keep quiet and keep your head down. You're not talking unless you have to. If anyone asks about your eyes freak accident. We're getting to the plane and sitting in the back. Your being changed down and keeping quiet. If you mess up or try anything we'll just knock you out. Understand. You're doing as we say tomorrow and nothing else. Got it?"

I take a moment to process and think. Finally, I say "What if I don't? What are you gonna do to me if we're on the plane or in the airport and I mess up?" He stares at me and said "you won't be able to, got it? Now keep your mouth shut tomorrow or you'll regret it!" He yells and I can tell he's actually angry.

I stop and quietly nod. I cross my arms and say "Right. Got it." And the lights are shut off early.

Day ten. Lights are on. So I wake up. I can almost hear a commotion going on through the door. Nine burst through the door "Alrighty Five were on the go!" He said excitedly. And I can't help but smile at his stupidity. He rolls his eyes and motions for me to follow. I get off the bed from where I'm sitting and walk out the door.

We head downstairs and I see a window across the room. I begin to head over to look out of it but Marina stops me. "Not happening," She says seriously. I turn around and pretend like nothing happened. So does she. I got the point. I'm put into a van again this time in the front passenger seat. My feet are chained below and my hand restrained behind me. There isn't a bag over my head but I'm sure there's one inside somewhere in case I get to annoying.

John sits in the driver's seat. This van is packed full of bags and everyone else gets in one behind us. Johns starts driving after the first van leaves. Once we're driving I try my luck again.

"Where are we going?'" I ask casually.

"States" John Answered. I look at him puzzled.

"I thought we were in the states," I say aloud.

"You thought wrong," He tells me and I figure that's all I should say.

But John keeps talking. "Ya well got to go to the school for the new guard. Do some work and training with them there for a while." I become generally interested. "How many are there? New guard, I mean?" John looks upwards thinking. "I couldn't say." He says thoughtfully. I nod and lean back a little bit. My wrists lay behind me at the bottom of my back. They're chained close together and sort of dig into my back. So I sit with my back angling out so it doesn't feel pushed on them.

"How are you doing over there?" John asks casually. Glancing over at me quickly. "I'm fine," I answer honestly. I'm rather relaxed and enjoy the feeling of just riding in a car and talking. Even though I am tied up. "Chains hurting?" He asks. And I start to wonder if he's in my mind.

"Not to bad," I tell him casually. "Okay." He nods and continues driving.

A couple of hours later John's on speakerphone with Sam. "Have you ever been on a plane normally before?" Sam asked. "Define normally?" John requests.

"Like not being brought somewhere by the government so you could save the world."

"Nope," John answers plainly.

"Well, it's not as exciting. And kind of annoying."

John and I smirk. Sam is referring to the air pressure change and all that stuff. Forgetting both John and I have flown before not on a plane. "I'll manage, Sam," John said politely. Soon the main point of the call comes around.

"Anyhow we're ahead of you so we'll just hang around until later you get here."

"Sounds good," John said and hang up.

"I'm pulling over," Johns said as he swerves to the roadside. "Bathroom break," He said plainly. "Hold on. Take those off." Before I have time to process or think Johns taking the chains off my wrists and feet. I say nothing and use the washroom, I can tell he's treating me with dignity but really keeps an eye on as I'm a prisoner. So I don't mind being restrained while driving as long as I'm allowed to see and talk.

I get back in the car and wait for John to tie me up again. He does my feet first and I take the chance to rub my hands on my feet and through my hair. When I hear the locks click around my ankles I lean forward so John can put my hands behind me.

Instead, he just shakes his head and said: "No I'll just put in front of you." And does as he said. I rest my elbows on my legs lifting my risks up. And my hands are tied in front of me instead of behind which is a lot more comfortable. "Thanks," I say and he finishes up. He just nods in response but understands what I mean.

That is, thanks for letting me have hands in front. A lame thing to thank for but considering other options I don't mind. I know I'm a prisoner. I'm not allowed to go anywhere or do anything or have my legacies. It sucks but I know I deserve it.

"I'm just going to speed the rest of the way." John said "make up for..lost time" I nod and stay quiet. Almost in shock that Johns trusting me a little bit more. He can. They all can. But they'll never trust me as a person. Maybe one day though they'll trust me as a prisoner. But even that isn't super exciting.