Five's Fate

Wrongful Right-Doings

Day 22. I feel glued to the bed. I'm tired but the lights turned on an hour ago and a bowl was pushed through the door already. I get up and manage to eat some oatmeal. Then I wake up for the day. I lean on the wall and think about the day before. It had been a taste of freedom, of trust. Or just the fulfillment of some law or the need to have laundry folded. I laugh with myself and tell myself not to dwell on it. Or else I might get mixed up in what was nothing.

Throughout the day time goes by somewhat slowly. I start from the beginning of the textbook and read. Taking my time trying to make sense of what it's talking about. No one comes around today. Not that I expected anything else. But I'm alone again. I get through a dozen pages of the book.

Part of the day is spent observing the room. It was clearly cleaned and sterilized. I smirk at the stupidity of myself. Locked in a clean room with a physics textbook. Like some fancy snob.

Night comes and lights shut off at ten as always.

Day 23. I make the bed and organize stuff. I still have the duffle bag John gave me what feels like forever ago. Inside is three changes of clothes. One must have been put in the other day. Along with a toothbrush.

I repack everything and the day slowly ends.

Day 24. I'm awoken before the lights even turn on. Several men come into the room with weapons and lights. They pull the blankets off of me and yell.

I sit up in a panic. About to yell back and start throwing punches. But immediately I hear clicks of guns and demands. "Put your hands up!" I lift them upright over above my shoulders and try to calmly ask "What's going..." but I'm interrupted. I'm grabbed by my shirt and thrown flat against the floor. I feel the ends of guns follow me.

My hands are tightly chained behind my back and my mouth is gagged. I try to pull against it all and kick, but my feet are soon chained. I'm stood up and pushed to walk through the door. The chain confining my steps to only be so far apart. I try to wiggle away a bit. To speak through my gag to tell them to let go of me. Not to push so hard. That I'd come peacefully. But my attempts only resulted in harsher holding and pushing and the tightening of the gag around my throat.

I'm angry and confused to what's going on. I'm forced to walk what feels like a while in the dark. No one said or tells me anything. Never mind allowing me to speak. I question why this is happening. I hadn't tried to escape or yelled and bang on the walls. At least not with all my strength. My attempts to release myself were only actions to visualize my thoughts of getting out. Not full-on attempts to escape. But I couldn't tell them any of that because I was roughly gagged.

As I walk I try to look forward and see if there are any windows or markers that may suggest where we're going. But my head keeps getting pushed to face the floor. At this point, I decide to stop fighting it and just walk.

It takes a long time but finally a door is opened and I'm brought inside and the door slams closed. No lights are on but whoever's holding me knows their way around it. I'm sat in a chair and my chains are intertwined.

I can't see anything in the darkness by I sense movement and even hear whispers. I wait quietly.

Finally, a light turns on. I'm at a table and sitting across from me is someone I assume based on the uniform is a government officer.

"Five? I find strange for you children were given numbers over names however it is clear some of you have named yourselves. I could hardly care for any opposition to that action. Can't figure out why the rest of you don't do the same. Never the matter. The matter here is you."

I'm confused and angry. I have a lot I want to yell at him but can't. Like I know it's crazy we have numbers and it made me question Lorien and I don't go by another name because that's what I've gone by. Why is this matter about me and why is this happening this way. But in attempting to speak I just feel the sogged cloth gagging my mouth.

I just watch him as he talks. Out of other things to do. "I understand your angry however this was necessary for your transportation. We'll release your arms from behind you as soon as we feel we can trust you." He said frankly. I take a deep breath through my nose. Partly to release some anger to calm down and to get some much-deprived oxygen. "Bottom of the line here son is your species has come down to our planet, bringing a much more aggressive species with you. With the intent of saving earth and you betrayed your species to join the other aliens and defeat earth. But at the end of the day help save earth. So how are we to treat you now? Like a traitor, a prisoner? A friend? So the situation I'm in is complicated." He stands up and begins pacing back and forth across from me. I watch. Unable to move.

Then he stands directly behind the chair and looks up. Most likely to a one-way mirror. And he speaks. "Can we remove the gag please?" And soon someone comes in and removes the horrid thing from my mouth.

They leave swiftly again. I breathe deeply for a moment. I then make eye contact.

"The gag wasn't necessary," I tell him.

"Wasn't it? Interesting." I catch my breath. "Everything you just told me I already knew," I say.

"Yes. John and the others seem to have their own opinions on what's necessary. I have my own. They claim they trusted you enough to ride a plane. I don't feel the same." He again takes his seat.

I feel sick. I haven't had any food or water yet in the morning. I'm hardly up to this. Nevermind I'm hurting and don't know what to say. I don't know what he's asking.

"Can I have my arms please?" I ask. Defeated. He grumbles. And stares at me in a way that tells me he wants me to say something. "Yes. That all happened. But it's more complicated than that. At least in my view."

"Enlighten me then." So I tell the story. How my Cepan died, I found myself in Miami and in their care where I messed up and got lost. How I was taught to believe my people were wrong. About when I realized the truth and how I helped Ella and the others. Not going into the smallest details but the plotline of what happened. After I had finished and he had asked questions, all while pacing back and forth he stops and nods his head. He motions to the mirror behind me and soon people are in releasing my hands.

My muscles had been pulled tight and I stretched them out and rubbed my wrists while bending forward to improve some blood flow. When I sit back up the others are gone and a glass of water is on the table. I must sound as dehydrated as I feel.

I take a gulp and lay it back down. Yet again Stretching out. Finally, the military guy speaks again. "Yes well, the bottom line is your fellow people seem willing to just lock you up and let you in and out at their will. I disagree with that. I think you should be dealt with violently and immediately!" He said fiercely. A lump forms in my throat.

Finally, I speak up. "You haven't even told me your name," I say with maybe too much sass. "And your threatening me. I've done things that I shouldn't have and I wish I hadn't. But shut up with your fancy military mouth and let me out of the rest of these chains!" I finish off yell and a large metal sword hits me across the face and I fall to the floor dragging the chair which was chained to my feet with me.

Next tasers come me from all angles. And the general yells "Put him in the block!" And I pass out.