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he collapsed back into
oblivion he willed her to help, willed her to remember him and find a way to
free him.
As he sank into nothing, her blue eyes, fair face and dark
hair haunted him, and he was left with one thought: she's mine.
Chapter 9 – Sam
No matter how many times I'd been drugged, I still woke up
in a slight panic. My body maintained no sense of how long it had been. My
subconscious mind had been shut out—definitely the worst part of any
assignment.
Wait....
Mary lay in the bed next to mine. That sucked worse.
She sneered at me from behind her blond hair. "Well,
look who finally woke up. Took you long enough. Had some trouble, huh? Is
Higgins's pet turning rebel?"
"What do you want, Mary?" Though sick of her
games, ignoring her would only inspire her to greater taunts.
"Nothing. Just waiting on the good doctor, like
you."
I slipped into her mind, like being stuck in the poisonous
trap of a viper. 'Thinks she's so great... not that great... not even as
pretty as everyone thinks... tits too small... and look at that black eye...
looks like she finally screwed up... hope she gets what's coming to her...
she's just a goody two-shoes... little priss.'
Well, nothing new there. Did she ever have any other kind of
thought?
I raised myself on the bed. The world spun just a little
through my swollen eyes. Fake flowers in artificially bright colors stood on
the table by the window, a futile attempt to cheer up the dreary grey walls and
fluorescently lit room.
The tiny Dr. Sato walked into the room. "Ah, Sam, Mary,
you both wake. Good," she said with a soft voice.
Why is she nervous?
Her pronounced Japanese accent, stronger than usual, gave
away her unease. "How you feeling?"
I stretched my arms and moved my neck around to work out the
kinks. The inside of my mouth reeked. "Fine, just a bit of a
headache." Probably brought on by my roommate. Well, and the black eye.
"And you, Mary?" she asked.
"I feel wonderful." Mary crossed her long legs
seductively and purred. Her slinky silver gown showed off more than it covered.
Who the hell was she trying to impress in here? Her para-power to seduce
couldn't claim any new victims in the absence of heterosexual men.
Dr. Sato took my blood pressure, checked my temperature, and
examined my eyes and cheek. "You bruised. Bone hurts, but you be better
soon. Just no jumping."
Again with the nervousness.
I slipped into her mind but met only gibberish, having never
had a chance to learn her particular dialect. It unnerved me—nothing clear, as
if I'd lost my hearing or eyesight. Normally, the images that filled her mind
were of her homeland or the clinic, benign and useless to me.
Today I felt terror coming off her, and saw a flash of a man
with a gold tooth leaning over an unconscious girl.
"You go now. Headmaster Higgins expects you. You get
dizzy or have troubles with eye, come back. And you take it easy until eye sees
better. And no jumping too. Okay?"
I nodded and bit back a comment about how hard it would be
to refrain from jumping everywhere.
My book bag sat on the chair by the fake flowers. I hopped
off the bed— oops, does that count as a jump? —grabbed it, and walked
through the long corridors to the exit while processing Dr. Sato's dark
thoughts. Confronting Higgins always made my stomach hurt, but getting away
from Mary made it worth it.
Few people walked the corridors of the clinic. Where were
all the normal personnel?
I stopped at the front desk to sign out. Something's out
of place.
A movement caught the corner of my eye.
A boy, about my age, tall and muscular, lay unconscious on a
stretcher. I only saw a glimpse through the electric doors to the surgery. His
messy blonde hair had flecks of red in it. Dried blood. A gash ran over his
forehead. As the doors closed, his eyes flashed open and held mine for one long
moment.
'Help me.'
The mental message sent me staggering back in its ferocity.
An urgent compulsion to respond overwhelmed me, a
oblivion he willed her to help, willed her to remember him and find a way to
free him.
As he sank into nothing, her blue eyes, fair face and dark
hair haunted him, and he was left with one thought: she's mine.
Chapter 9 – Sam
No matter how many times I'd been drugged, I still woke up
in a slight panic. My body maintained no sense of how long it had been. My
subconscious mind had been shut out—definitely the worst part of any
assignment.
Wait....
Mary lay in the bed next to mine. That sucked worse.
She sneered at me from behind her blond hair. "Well,
look who finally woke up. Took you long enough. Had some trouble, huh? Is
Higgins's pet turning rebel?"
"What do you want, Mary?" Though sick of her
games, ignoring her would only inspire her to greater taunts.
"Nothing. Just waiting on the good doctor, like
you."
I slipped into her mind, like being stuck in the poisonous
trap of a viper. 'Thinks she's so great... not that great... not even as
pretty as everyone thinks... tits too small... and look at that black eye...
looks like she finally screwed up... hope she gets what's coming to her...
she's just a goody two-shoes... little priss.'
Well, nothing new there. Did she ever have any other kind of
thought?
I raised myself on the bed. The world spun just a little
through my swollen eyes. Fake flowers in artificially bright colors stood on
the table by the window, a futile attempt to cheer up the dreary grey walls and
fluorescently lit room.
The tiny Dr. Sato walked into the room. "Ah, Sam, Mary,
you both wake. Good," she said with a soft voice.
Why is she nervous?
Her pronounced Japanese accent, stronger than usual, gave
away her unease. "How you feeling?"
I stretched my arms and moved my neck around to work out the
kinks. The inside of my mouth reeked. "Fine, just a bit of a
headache." Probably brought on by my roommate. Well, and the black eye.
"And you, Mary?" she asked.
"I feel wonderful." Mary crossed her long legs
seductively and purred. Her slinky silver gown showed off more than it covered.
Who the hell was she trying to impress in here? Her para-power to seduce
couldn't claim any new victims in the absence of heterosexual men.
Dr. Sato took my blood pressure, checked my temperature, and
examined my eyes and cheek. "You bruised. Bone hurts, but you be better
soon. Just no jumping."
Again with the nervousness.
I slipped into her mind but met only gibberish, having never
had a chance to learn her particular dialect. It unnerved me—nothing clear, as
if I'd lost my hearing or eyesight. Normally, the images that filled her mind
were of her homeland or the clinic, benign and useless to me.
Today I felt terror coming off her, and saw a flash of a man
with a gold tooth leaning over an unconscious girl.
"You go now. Headmaster Higgins expects you. You get
dizzy or have troubles with eye, come back. And you take it easy until eye sees
better. And no jumping too. Okay?"
I nodded and bit back a comment about how hard it would be
to refrain from jumping everywhere.
My book bag sat on the chair by the fake flowers. I hopped
off the bed— oops, does that count as a jump? —grabbed it, and walked
through the long corridors to the exit while processing Dr. Sato's dark
thoughts. Confronting Higgins always made my stomach hurt, but getting away
from Mary made it worth it.
Few people walked the corridors of the clinic. Where were
all the normal personnel?
I stopped at the front desk to sign out. Something's out
of place.
A movement caught the corner of my eye.
A boy, about my age, tall and muscular, lay unconscious on a
stretcher. I only saw a glimpse through the electric doors to the surgery. His
messy blonde hair had flecks of red in it. Dried blood. A gash ran over his
forehead. As the doors closed, his eyes flashed open and held mine for one long
moment.
'Help me.'
The mental message sent me staggering back in its ferocity.
An urgent compulsion to respond overwhelmed me, a
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