Chapter 36
“How are you feeling Miss Reign?” I focused my attention on him, it didn’t look like he was playing some sick, twisted game. Memorizing every detail of his face, I was certain he was a new doctor, maybe he wanted to be kind to me. Maybe it was a genuine ask.
“Fine.” That was a lie. But the pain was intense that after a couple of weeks, it just felt numb. Until they turned it up, then the agony would start all over again. I had to come to the realization that no one was coming for me. Mr Nightingale made it quite clear that I wasn’t going to survive this. It was simpler to lie. “I’m fine.”
Chapter 37“This isn’t useful to anyone. If this is going to go successfully we need to have faith in each other. Dad, do you have faith in me?” He looked hard at me for a brief moment before nodding. “Then have faith in him.” I had just met Jace but it was clear he was going for the same ideals that I was and to deny him now would prove no good. He could just as easily break this plan as he could aid it. He was essential.“So what is the plan?” I asked Jace.“
And he could see me, clearly. His lips curled up into a smile, before he repeated what he said. “Sorry, you are standing on my daughter’s bunny.”That phrase alone confused me. “Your daughter’s what?”He pointed down to my feet, beneath it was a perfectly pink plush bunny rabbit. I lifted my feet from it, bent down to pick it up, dusting off any mud. The initials A. P were etched into the side of it. “
Chapter 38I was fully dressed in the new, fresh clothes given to me. It felt better to wear something completely different from the black attire I was forced to wear for weeks. Heaving, I forced my body upwards. Pushing down all the pins and pain spiking throughout my body. “Lean on me.” Jace standing next to me, over powered me in height to the point that it was slightly intimidating. I shook my head declining his offer, I need to walk on my own. I should not be this reliant on others. “Alexis, it does not make you any less of the person you are now. Trust me, if I support you, we’ll get through this quicker. Everyone involved would be better off.”
None of us needed to question who was behind that single kill shot. If the OA could slaughter their own, where would that leave us? All of us would be as good as dead. I forced my own body upwards, the pain sizzling but seemed so far away. All I could feel was the adrenaline coursing through my veins. It gave me the power I needed. Evan’s hand was still clasping mine, quickly I dragged him towards the door, the ache of each footstep fading. I pushed him through the door, thrusting him into the arms of another agent. “Get him out of here.” She gave me a single nod, then disappeared from my sight.
I frowned, the feeling almost felt natural to me. “So what, you to replace their tyranny with yours?” That sentence seemed to be the breaking point, the whole room clambered into a silent hush, daggers were burning through me.“You misjudge me, Alexis. I am not a tyrant, neither do I want to be the overriding ruler when we bring down the OA, I want unity, all nations united.” She paused her smile still pleasant. “Nations made of blood, slaughter, pain.”
“I would have no reason to lie to you Miss Reign. There was something deep down that makes me question if Mrs Velt was inspired and threatened by the power you had over your own mind. So, she built a device to bend reality around people like you, to make you weaker and more susceptible.” Her frown deepened. “Cruel really, people with gifts like yours should not be locked away like worthless trash.” “So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?”
It dawned on me that I have missed all those times with my brother, that all those false realities were just that. False realities. All that growing up I watched him do wasn't even real. It was only a fabrication of my imagination. What I wanted to see, but not what I was actually living through or experiencing. Real-life sucked, but those days I watched Evan grow I wanted them to be real. They felt real, so real. "Okay, I'll go." It was time to stop focusing on all the bad things in life and focus on the good. Evan wasn't dead. And neither was Isaiah. And all my friends were alive and breathing. My mother, my father. But deep down I knew there was one voice I wanted to hear the most. Carefully Zee unwrapped my body from the duvet and helped me up. My whole body was so tensed that I had to stretch. Feeling the fluid pop and flow. It relieved all the pent-up tension. I looked to Zee, she gave me a light smile. She looked proud almost. "Let's go." She wrapped an arm through mi
I closed the door behind me, before I turned, I prayed, begged that when I did turn Isaiah would return to his normal state. His blazing blue eyes would pierce into mine once again and his arms would encompass my waist and make me feel at home. Make me feel safe. I turned. Nothing. I have never really been the lucky one. I walked up to the bed and sat down on the small space next to him. I touched his warm hands, placing a small kiss on each of them. "Good morning Isaiah." He didn't even stir, but people in comas can hear their loved ones right? Let's hope he's heard me. I can be comfortable with that. "I know you can't move, or talk, or touch me. But I hope you can hear me, I really do. I-. I am-." I took a deep breath struggling to find my words. "I am really struggling without you, Isaiah. I don't know what to do here without you. And I can't help but think that it is all my fault. I got you shot. I put you in this mess. And I am so sorry. So sorry Isaiah. I hope you can fo