Hounded

25. Visitor

One day while Tyler was at his speech class, listening to his teacher explain some kind of writing format he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. He gasped slightly and quickly pressed his hand to where the pain was coming from. His teacher looked at him.

"What is it?" She asked. "I dont know.. my neck hurts." He said. "Hurts how?" She asked. "I dont know.. it felt like a needle or something." He said. She hummed and walked over to see if there wasnt anything there, there wasnt. "Does it still hurt?" She asked. "No i think its gone now." He said. She nodded and got back to explaining.

After a little while, Tyler was trying to read a book to his teacher, hes not very good at reading out loud yet so hes reading her a children's book. He was struggling to pronounce a word when the door opened quite suddenly.

Both he and his teacher looked up to see who it was. Tyler was expecting it to be Josh but it wasnt. When he seen who it really was he growled. His teacher looked at him before standing up and walking over to the group of men. "Can I help you?" She asked.

"Were here to talk to Tyler not you." Dr. Hassen spoke. Tyler stood up from his chair as they pushed past his teacher and came closer to him. He backed away until a desk got in the way, he leaned on it as far as he could as dr. Hassen stood in front of him.

"Excuse me you cant be in here." Mrs. Petrie, Tyler's teacher said. Dr. Hassen ignored her. "Hi Tyler." He said. Tyler growled, barring his teeth when Dr. hassen raised a hand to pet him. Dr. Hassen lowered his hand. "That's not a very nice way of greeting your father." He said.

"You're not my father." Tyler said. "Well I raised you." Dr. hassen reminded, leaning closer to Tyler who only leaned back more. "Anyway, you're needed back over seas." He said. Tyler's face fell. "You said I was done!" He exclaimed.

"I lied." Dr. Hassen said. Tyler stared at him for a minute. "Howd you find me?" He asked. "Tracking chip we implanted you with before you were deployed last." Dr. Hassen said. Tyler reached behind his neck again, rubbing the spot that was paining earlier. "Im guessing you felt it turn on." Dr. Hassen said.

Tyler swallowed thickly and lowered his hand. "What if I dont want to?" He asked. "Then you come back to the hospital." Dr. Hassen said. "No." Tyler said. "Pick one." Dr. Hassen spoke harshly. "No. I'm not doing either." Tyler said. "You dont seem to understand that you dont have a say in the matter." Dr. Hassen said.

"I'm an adult now... I can say no." Tyler said. "You're not anything. You're a weapon. That's all you are and all you'll ever be." Dr. Hassen said. "No!" Tyler growled, his eyes glowing as he grabbed dr. Hassen by the arm, twisted it behind his back and bent him over, threatening to break it.

"Ah Ah Tyler, I wouldnt." Dr. Hassen said. Tyler tensed at the sound of not one but three guns cocking. He slowly looked up st the other men that were with dr. Hassen. He wasnt prepared for the flashbacks that hit him then. He dropped dr. Hassen and covered his ears, teeth clenched and eyes shut as he stumbled backwards a bit.

"What's wrong with you?" Dr. Hassen asked. "What's wrong with him? What's wrong with you?! He has PTSD you idoits put the guns away you're triggering it!" Mrs. Petrie yelled, running over to try to soothe Tyler.

Tyler flashbacks were all over the place, ranging from the war and attacks to the experiments and training. It was alot and he didnt know how to calm himself down. When he would open his eyes and catch sight of dr. Hassen it didnt help.

Dr. Hassens face softened a bit as he watched Tyler freak out. He hadnt realised how badly everything had effected Tyler. Tyler was now curled in a ball on the floor crying and shaking as his teacher tried to talk to him.