My hands are strapped down to a hospital-like bed, so are my feet. They put something in my system hindering me from moving. All I can do is lay here in a panic, feeling how my heart beats quicker and quicker forever passing moment.
They are running around the little room, telling on their computers, doing god knows what. Resurrecting their queen most likely.
I close my eyes and think about my mother, I think about what she would tell me. How she would escape this situation. She would never be in this situation in the first place because she was so smart. She did the right thing, escaping. Hiding that weapon, protecting humanity.
I know she would tell me she's proud of me even though I've done nothing. Even though all I've done is try to stay alive. I've been so focused on myself in all of this.
That man, Rufus, the one that Carter killed he was right. All I had to do was to disappear and non of this would ever have happened. Why am I so stupid? Why did I have to drag everyone into danger?
"We're ready." I hear a voice but my eyes are still closed. I don't want to witness this. Carter explained how this works, they erase my brain, and then she'll be back. Katia.
Maybe that's not so bad, after what Isaiah said about her. How she's a good-hearted person. Maybe she's what these people need.
"Start the process!" Silas' voice is close to my ear and I can feel his hand laying on my forehead. If I could move I would shove it away.
Lightning of pain strikes through my brain and I can't help but cry out.
"It's working!" Silas lets out with triumph. The pain is spreading and it feels like electricity is pounding inside my head tearing my brain apart.
Pictures start to swirl around and I'm having a hard time adjusting them.
"Calm down Gianna." I can see Carter. We're in my apartment. Everything is dark. It's like I'm watching a movie.
"How can you not see how messed up this is?" I heard myself scream at him.
His suit is torn up, blood splatter is decorating his shirt something bad must have happened.
"Get away from me!" I scream at him and make a run for the kitchen.
Then I remember, this was the night I first met him. Kayn. Carter shot him.
I remember him taking me to the bedroom, trying to comfort me.
"Just listen to me. Take a deep breath. And listen to the sound of my voice."
"Stop." My voice is desperate.
"Breathe in..." Carter's hand gently goes up to my lip, he sets it free.
A calm sensation is drawn over me "Breath out." His fingers fall to the knife in my grip. "Concentrate on the sound of my voice."
"You will not remember this night. It didn't happen. We went to dinner. Then we watched a movie."
Kayn was right, Carter made me forget about that night.
Another cry leaves my throat as another series of images takes over.
"Hello, they're hot stuff." Kayn wrinkles his eyebrows at me. I remember thinking he was a drunken jerk.
"Goodbye sleazeball," I respond trying to push my way through him so that I could enter the bathroom.
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Trusting The Treacherous Renegade
Science Fiction"Okay I'll give you three seconds then I'll shoot if you don't start talking." "Fine, fine, fine, shit, calm down, would ya? Jeez." Kayn shakes his head and walks back to the couch. He throws himself down and relaxes while his legs are resting on th...
