Chapter twenty-four
The crimson red color cleared and everything zoomed better into focus. I wasn't on a chair and the person I saw before me blanked out wasn't here. My eyes fixed on the ceiling above me. It wasn't glass. The ivory design reflected off, to the point it was sort of twinkling. Little white shapes started dancing around it and I found myself following along. Watching them disappear and reappear, before I lost count how many times it happened.
The mattress underneath was soft, curving to accommodate my body shape and the smell of bleach and antiseptic burned the inside of my nostrils.
I was in a different room. This wasn't the same white walls I was adjusted too. There wasn't any bulky machine constantly next to me, reading my vitals.
No, none of that. Looking to my left, I saw an array of beds, to my right exactly the same thing. All clean and unused, with pearly white pillow but ivory tinted sheets
I didn't want to sleep, I couldn't even if I tried but it didn't help that my body felt as though thousands of bricks were buried on top of me. I had a small sample of it, so I knew exactly what the feeling would be like. But this one was a lot worst."Mrs Velt requested your council, Alexis. She's holding a meeting with agents and she wants you to be there.""Me? But, I'm not an agent. Why would she request for me? If she needed to see me so much why didn't she just see me herself?""It's of delicate issues. She's banding together her skilled agents to know what to do about our threat, the OA. She's needs your presence because you're the one they're after. Also you had to give detailed accounts of what happened to Veronica, Jordon and Elijah.""Why me?" The thought of having to go through what happened to Elijah especially and in front of people, I just didn't know if I had it in me.
Chapter twenty five"Both of you sit down! I will not allow you to disgrace my leadership. Neither will I allow your incompetence to!" Mrs Velt's voice boomed silencing both Adrian and Isaiah, their eyes snapped from each other to her and then back to me. "Sit down, or get out!" The command was just, stern, and left no room for argument, reluctantly they did what they were required to. Mrs Velt had ultimate authority and despite their new distaste for each other, they still respected her order and ranking. Isaiah took the next available seat to me, flashing me a look of regret. "Good, we can now begin-"Taking a long deep breath, I interjected in aching to release my thoughts that I had cramped inside. "Adrian, Isaiah your friendship shouldn't be ruined because of me and Zee," Despite everyone being seated, she stood upright shooting daggers to Isaiah and back again to Mrs Velt. "Please, sit down." I pleaded with her, her chocolate orbs flic
"We escaped. Then Adrian came into the picture, providing us with the aid we knew would be hard to get, despite knowing the risks we thought it would be best to bring him too. My stupidity almost costs us, everything. Deciding it would be best to complete the task alone, taking it upon myself I snuck out and subsequently landed myself in trouble, if I didn't have any intervention I would have died. Elijah and Isaiah saved me. And Elijah saved me once again, giving us ample time to escape the military, who would have ended our lives, if they got the chance. His life, for ours." I couldn't take it any longer. The pain and the memories subdued me. Until I felt my cheeks wet with moisture. Knowing better than to let anyone see me break, quickly I steeled myself, preventing my emotions from getting the better of me and choosing to ignore the worried look Isaiah was constantly giving me. "That's it. That's all there is to the story." "Thank you for your honest testi
Whatever pills they forced down my throat, in respect of Mrs Velt's authority was quickly wearing off. To say I would just remain docile of the situation I was presented with, was an understatement. Multiple times I tried to plead my case with her and multiple times it failed. So, all my days were consisting of was my excruciating trials, every time I was reminded that we were closer, I kept on being pulled back in again, Zee and Adrian visited me every single day. Isaiah was still here, always here, consoling me and tending to my needs. But I knew, that even he had no idea what to do, how would they get me out? I knew he was planning something, but how long would that take? How long did my family have? How long does Evan have?"Alexis, listen to me." Warm hands clutched my face and the scent of safety and security filled my senses. Isaiah. "Before you go in there, you need to know that I found a way in, or at least someone else has. " Using, the reserves of my
"Stay here." He returned back to the soldier, quickly ripping part of his stitched uniform and wrapping the lush material around his head, to the point of injury, stopping the bleeding. Every so often, he'd break into quiet coughs, the fumes layering up in his lungs. His hands flew frantically, in his encompassing perimeter, he was looking for something. Stopping abruptly, his hand dragged out of the fog what could make out was my fallen mask, that I lost in the struggle. He fitted in onto the solider face. Isaiah was showing his compassionate side, to what I deemed as an enemy. Even all this time, all he'd been through, he hadn't changed. He was still the same Isaiah.Grabbing his shoulder, making sure it sat on his arms properly, he began take the unconscious guard to the Box. Pushing my weight off the wall, struggling I inched closer to them, attempting to help Isaiah. He noticed my sluggish movement and shook his head. "Stay there." The once blue eyes that t
Chapter twenty seven Before the trigger was pulled, resounding shots were fired, but not at us. And not at Isaiah. Ahead of us he diminished onto the hard ground, blood spraying from his leg, it left the other guard ample time to recover but another shot sounded, filling the air with vibrato and quakes and he also to crash to the ground. Forcefully, I pushed away from the chair, eager to see who saved our lives. Adrian and Zee uncovered from behind the two men, both brandishing revolvers in their grips. Both strong, unwavering. Zee's eyes wandered to the guards on the ground, seizing their arsenal away from them whilst they were left writhing on the ground. She stepped over them, Adrian went around. Her eyes found mine. "You didn't think you were leaving without us, did you?" Gripping the chair behind me, I managed a smile. "Of course not, Zee. Thank you both. How did you know we were here?"
"She's right. Despite what you may think of me, I still know how troubling living this life is. How many sacrifices you have to be prone to accept. I know Belle and I know she loves you. Go back to her, live a normal life or you'll regret it." Every so often Isaiah's eyes would search mine. It seems like this was more to himself than Adrian."Maybe." His voice slightly cracked, probably bearing the weight of his choices. Clearing his throat, he began again. "Maybe."The conversation dried out, silence trapped us. I could guess everyone was busy thinking about an array of different problems. Their personal life, the Nations, the OA. We were still young. We still had issues to solve.But I hope this revelation would be somewhat of a good news. "You all are probably wondering, how far I've come in the trials. Despite everything and how destructive it was to go through. It was worth it."Isaiah turned to
Chapter twenty eightMy eyes skimmed open, new found energy pulsating through my veins. Whatever they were pumping into me, relieved all the pain I felt beforehand and now everything became clearer. Wherever I was, I was on a bed, the comfortable mattress sagging beneath my body mass. A patch was attached in the insides of my wrist, soft at the touch but whatever was coming out of that patch into me was as sweet as nectar.My vision, clearer. My senses, sharper. It was like I was me again. I knew full recovery would be a journey in itself, but I was one step closer to it.Another set of eyes preyed on my own, a tall figure leering over me. Far from the person I was longing to see. His gaze was hard set and didn't crack. His lips permanently etched in a snarl, a jagged scar ran from his head to his chin. It was deep, shallow. "Miss Reign. You've been summoned.""By who?" My eyes shifted round through