Blue Pulse

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Caroline

Naomi left a while ago, and since then, no one has come to rescue me from the chair. They sprayed me, and promised that it would be harmless, but come on, this is the government, they want me dead, and to have my precious blood all to themselves. I'm still conscious and everything, but moving is difficult, they tied me, and with the Spray, my fingers can't even move. This whole time I've kind of been thinking of Wyatt, but mainly Ryder. I still am in shock the fact I injured his leg so bad, I'd hate for him to have a prosthetic leg because of me. I don't like him, but even if you don't like someone, you don't want to see them have their leg chopped off just because they wouldn't say their name.

I sort of tried to test out more of the telepathy thing. I focused hard while thinking about Ryder and saying hi. It must've worked, because he didn't reply and tell me otherwise. It nearly took all my energy while just practicing the whole concept. But the only thing that kept me going was the fact that I really need to keep the thoughts, inside. Unless, I do want to send a message.

Wyatt, help me! Where the heck are you?

I remember he can't reply so again, I'm mad about that, who knows where the guy could be? He could be millions of miles away acting like an idiot.

I try Ryder next, Hey, you there?

Yeah, sup, he answers immediately.

I roll my eyes even though I know he can't see me. What are you doing?

Um, does being beat up by your brother count?

I scream, WHAT?! He's here?

Yes.

My mind is racing now, I can't believe he's here and he's messing around with Ryder, and also, I would've thought that Ryder would sound more in pain.

I struggle against the chains that bind me. I need to get to them. Or they need to get to me, and fast.

Oh my God. Caroline tell him to stop, please.

I'm shocked. Wow, you don't strike me as the person who would say 'please', you must be desperate.

I save it for people who I believe to be stubborn, ignorant, or hard to convince. So Caroline, if you would, please.

I enjoy talking to him actually, he's like me, telepathic. His words seem taunting, a bit player-ish, but overall smooth. So despite his cunning mind, I begin believe he can't be that bad.

I think of Wyatt, Stop, it's Caroline.

I don't know if he stopped or not, but Ryder reassures me.

He stopped.

I feel relief flow over me. I already took his leg, I don't want anything else to happen. Then it hits me. He hurt you, Caroline, he kidnapped you, he's the entire reason you're here as a lab experiment, my mind seems to say. Or maybe it was my conscience.

My concentration breaks when someone slams into the walls outside. Screams and yelling sound, accompanied by gunshots. I struggle some more against my chains and I try fighting the Spray, I feel something cold rushing up my arms, it rushes right over the blue vein which had started another small blue streak branching off of the first. My arms feel singed and frozen. It makes it's way to my chest, then to my neck, I begin to feel the lack of oxygen.

Help, I think. I don't care who gets the message, Ryder or Wyatt, I want someone to help me, now.

The door is slammed open and I see someone with a black mask, run in and pull out a silver blade, it's nicely crafted. They come closer and take a glance around the room, and before I know it, they're walking towards me with the knife pointing right at me. The tip is near my throat, but it doesn't matter anymore, I can't breathe very well at all anyways.