The Ultimate Rescue

Chapter VII

MACKENZIE

Music: Title and Virusvine Veranda from Super Mario 74 Extreme Edition

Normally, when you awaken from unconsciousness, you feel groggy in some fashion. Maybe your head hurts, maybe your eyes have a harder time opening, or maybe you're just moody. Oddly enough, I don't experience any of this. I wake up and feel perfectly fine. That doesn't mean I have no reason to be upset or angry, though.

"Why, good morning, honey!" my fake mother says upon my awakening. Again, she sounds so cheery, like she was my real mother and she's just waking me up on a typical morning. I take a moment to look at my surroundings. When I lost consciousness, Mrs. Smith had me locked in a tractor beam and we were floating in midair. That is no longer the case. I am comfortably tucked inside a bed, in a small bedroom with dark grey walls and a single light bulb directly above the bed. I'm not chained or tied to the bed in any way, which I'm grateful for. Mrs. Smith is still glowing yellow, but she's shrunken to her normal size and is standing on the ground. She has a cheerful smile plastered on her face, which I'm not falling for.

I take another moment to find the right words to reply to her with. My mind lands on, "Fuck. You."

"Now, now, Mackenzie. That's not very nice," Mrs. Smith says, shaking her finger at me in a "no-no" fashion.

"Um, excuse me, but my real name is Amelia, if you didn't know that," I tell her. My actual birth name is Amelia Daniels, and it was changed to Mackenzie after I was taken into the illuminati. The only reason I still go by Mackenzie is because that's the name I'm used to. But I figured that I'd let her know that I know the truth.

Mrs. Smith doesn't acknowledge this statement. Instead, she puts a hand on her hip and tells me, "You have quite the nerve, don't you?"

"Where am I?"

"That's not important right now. All that matters is that you're somewhere where not even your friends will be able to find you."

I want to mutter something along the lines of, "I doubt that," but keep my mouth shut. The less danger I put my sister and my friends in, the more likely I am to be rescued.

"You've gone way too far this time," I growl, clenching a fist and resisting the temptation to smack her. Probably wouldn't do me much good if I did.

"Mackenzie, you've known about our ultimate goal for years now. Sooner or later, we were going to find success one way or another." She's boasting way too hard. It's absolutely disgusting. My illuminati father was a control freak and a dick, but my illuminati mother is proving to be more vicious, persistent, and malicious than anybody I've ever known in this organization.

"You didn't have to summon an entire army of demons! Think about how many innocent lives you're wasting!" This could be taken as a defense for the illuminati, but trust me when I say it's the furthest thing from.

"Who cares? As long as we're in power, what happens to everyone inferior to us doesn't matter. At least, not to me." See this? Even my dad was never this much of a sociopath.

"You are sick."

"Call it what you wish." Mrs. Smith turns around and walks towards the door.

Right before she exits, I yell, "Wait!" She turns back around to face me. "Why did you take me?"

"It's all part of the plan, sweetheart. All part of the plan."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"All will be revealed in due time. Now, if you need anything, just let someone know." With that, she exits the room, softly closing the door behind her. It's weird how... comforting she's trying to be for me. It doesn't matter, though. I wouldn't buy it for a second. She pulls this kind of crap all the time to get what she wants--and what she wants is to finish what her husband started: ultimate conquest for the illuminati.