Letters to Eleanor

The Storm Keeps Raging On - Chapter 4

Kaliah's POV

I took a shaky breath before speaking.  "I'll cooperate. For Liam," I hissed.

The President paced around me, in a wide circle, taking in my body like I was a piece of meat.  "Very good." 

The two men were still holding my arms, keeping me in place, thwarting my every attempt to escape.  It was no use.  Becker left the room, talking into a walkie-talkie.  Since when did we still have those?

"Can you let go of my arms now?" I snarled, trying and trying again to yank my arms from their grip.  "What's the point in running?" I retorted.  

Of course none of them moved, they stayed glued in their spots, not saying a word.  They were robots.

"Can you at least tell me your names?" I attempted to get them to converse with me.

Silence.

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Liam's POV

The same white light blared above my head, but this time I was on a lab table, my limbs constrained from movement. Each time I struggled against their grip, the bands held me tighter and tighter, making it harder to breathe.

"BECKER!" I shouted, anguish and fury in my voice.  

A man in a lab coat came out, holding a clip board, examining my body.  He was bald, and old looking.  "Who the hell are you?" I barked. 

He simply continued writing notes on his clip board, not even acknowledging the fact that I was talking.  It's like I was an animal, and all he heard from me were howls and whines, not even English.

I twisted my head to take a glance at what he was writing.  It didn't look like English.  It didn't look like, well... anything, well at least not anything recognizable.  

"Where's Kaliah?" I demanded, letting my voice lower.  What was the point in screaming anymore, it just strained my voice.

"She'll survive," a familiar voice filled the room, loud and clear.

Evelyn Waldron entered the lab, wearing the same seductive red dress and the same plaid fedora.  "What do you want with me?" She was one of the only people who held a conversation with me while at the holding facility, in the prison, if you will.

She tapped her chin and licked her red lips.  "It doesn't really have to do with you," she placed a finger on my collarbone and moved closer to me, I tried jerking my head back, but the board prevented that from happening.  I could feel her warm breath on my neck.  "Well, not you personally, no offense. You're about to be put to sleep, so I suggest you get any last thoughts out at this time," she said without sympathy.

"What the hell are you-" Evelyn put a gas mask on me, pulling me into a blank, dreamless sleep.

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Kaliah's POV

"Miss Aarons," President Becker's voice filled my ears from behind me.  "Loosen her restraints," he told the soldiers who tied me up with rope.

They obliged, taking the rope off of me and the duct tape from my mouth.  I felt like a hostage.  "Stay away from me," I said weakly, knowing I was starting to lose my voice.  

Becker only came closer and closer, stroking my arm with his free hand.  I was absolutely disgusted, and I had to resist the urge of slapping him across the face and screaming 'rape'.  "You're going to be moved to what used to be Southern California," he said, a grin plastered across his face.  

"With Liam?" I gritted my teeth.

The President's grin turned into a malicious smile.  "But of course," he began to chuckle lowly, but it didn't take long for his chuckle to turn into an evil laugh.  That one sound you can never let out of your ears.  It echoed on and on, and I felt absolutely sick in my stomach.

He finally stopped laughing and beckoned me to follow him out of the room, I hesitantly followed him, shuffling my feet slowly and painfully, like I was on my way to death.  We boarded a jet, the largest I had seen in my lifetime.  I endured several painful hours watching Becker. He kept on eying me pervertedly.  That time I actually threw up a little bit, and had to rush to the bathroom.  

When we arrived, he lead me to some house that had been spared from raveging.  As we climbed the marble staircase up to my bedroom, Becker said, "I have to go take care of some business-"

"Oh, so you actually work.  I thought you'd be too busy finding girls to carry your children," I snapped.

Becker swiftly pinned me against a wall.  "Just you, Miss Aarons," he whispered, then moved in to kiss me.  

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, probably damaging his ear drums.

He backed off.  "Soon enough, Miss Aarons, soon enough." Becker continued walking down the perfectly cleaned and decorated hallway.

I followed, keeping my distance.  I didn't want that creep anywhere near me.  

Becker stopped in front of a door with a crystal knob.  It would've cost millions before the war.  "After you," he pushed open the door and extended an arm.  

I skipped past his touch and entered my bedroom. It was absolutely gorgeous, it was pained a light, creamy color.  There was a king sized bed in the center, with a Monet-esque beauty to it.  Upon the wall across from the bed, there was a flat screen TV and stacks upon stacks of movies.  Two brown couches sat in front of the TV, calling to me to rest on them.  

Becker left the room without me noticing and sent in a soldier to watch over me, to make sure I wouldn't escape. 

I turned around slowly, a smile finally growing on my face when my heart stopped.

Standing before me was an attractive boy my age, brown hair, sparkling eyes, with the blankest expression on his face and eyes glazed over.  He had been turned into what seemed to be a mindless soldier.

Liam.

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A/N: Thank you guys for waiting so long for this update. I did my best to make the chapter longer.

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