“Aunty Betty wasn’t at the diner? Then you stole food from her, these are stolen goods?” Marcel paused her actions of stuffing her mouth with a few potato chips she found at the bottom of the box, completely missing the point of his words.
“M, did you hear what I said? I think she’s missing.” Nate repeated in distress. Probably because they were related he didn’t consider his decision to take some supplies as stealing, especially since he planned on telling her the next time they saw each other.
“I heard you, but just because someone isn’t home that doesn’t mean they’re missing and it’s definitely no reason to steal from them.” Even if they were desperate, the last thing she wanted was for the woman to believe that she made him rip-off his own family for her sake… her reputation was tarnished enough as it
“D… dead? no! that’s impossible! It can’t be!” Nate stammered in disbelief, the fear in his heart growing by the second. “Save it! we have witnesses confirming that you were the last ones to see her alive.” The cop rudely shoved him forward as he spoke while another opened the doors and lead the way out of the diner. “We left right after the rest of the workers… she can’t be dead… maybe she’s missing…” “Enough! We found the body. So don’t waste your breath lying; one way or another we ‘will’ get a confession out of you.” “No…” Nate murmured in denial, the gruesome feeling of dread quickly pounding in his chest. “G
“Da… Dad?” Marcel stuttered, staring at the aged figure beside her with a complicated feeling churning in her stomach. Was she lost in yet another dream of deception? But why did it feel so different... almost like it was real? “It’s alright honey, I know you’re scared.” Maxwell continued to comfort the girl. “Dad?” She uttered once more reaching forward with trembling hands, tracing the outline of the man’s bearded face, tears uncontrollably rising in her eyes and falling along her cheeks… an indescribable feeling welling in her chest. “It’s me little warrior, I’m here… dads’ here.” “Dad!” Marcel excitedly shouted in a hoarse voice, throwing herself into the warm embrace of her father, fin
“Dad…” Marcel cautiously called out to the agitated man a few minutes later; certainly they could not continue in this manner… her silently questioning the meaning of his words and him clearly panicking with almost all the answers flustering in his brain. However, hearing the soft tender voice calling out to him with worry and care, Maxwell instantly ceased his actions of pacing back and forth, yet his body was uncontrollably shivering in fear… perhaps struggling to connect the series of events replaying over and over in his confused state of mind. “Wh… what experiment is Victor Ambrose doing at Acre Hills?” The girl mustered up the courage to ask despite dreading the response, thinking that if a grown man who had suffered all sort of hardship in his fifty something years of life was this shaken up by what had possibly happene
“This is your last chance! Tell me where the Rayburn girl is!” A grumpy police official in his mid-forties, aggressively pound his fist against the small wooden desk at the center of the interrogation room, hoping to scare the young man tightly handcuffed to the table and firmly seated on the opposite side. Judging from his appearance the boy could already guess that he was not a simple man to deal with. He was neatly attired with his name tag ‘Bradford Watts 6321’and noticeably decorated with three red stripes on the shoulder of his brownish cream uniform indicating his high level of authority. Surely he was there seeking results. “Like I said, I don’t know where she is!” Nate huffed irritably, his heart burning with rage at the thought of how quickly things have escalated. For the pa
“No! You can’t do this!” Even when pushed into a corner, Nate refused to accept defeat, fighting with every last bit of energy he could muster up; kicking and crazily shaking his body desperately trying to avoid his fate. Unfortunately, in the end he was no match for the others. His already handcuffed hands were further held in place while his head was forcefully shoved against the table allowing Victor to administer the unknown substance with ease. “That’s enough, you can release him… take the cuffs off. He’s not going anywhere.” “Are you sure? What if he’s faking it?” “We can’t have him causing a scene, people with get suspicious.” Nate could clearly hear the group of men disc
As much as it pained him to utter a single word from within… recognizing the two motionless figures for the persons they were… Nate nonetheless felt a measure of relief knowing that both women were very much alive for the time being. From a quick glace it was obvious that Ruby and Betty’s eyes held a similar sense of anguish… perhaps the kind he was now experiencing, but they were forced to endure over a longer period of time. In such a dire state it would be truly difficult if not nearly impossible for one to escape relying solely on his own will power; for neither his body nor his mind would be able to withstand the devastation. It was literally unbearable to even ‘think’ of seeking freedom.*********** “Show me the recording for the past few hours, starting from the second
“Are you one hundred percent sure that this tape is accurate? did someone alter the video? Yes! That must be it… get me the original recording now!” Victor hysterically demanded in disbelief, sprinting to his feet and angrily grabbing hold of the guard’s uniform; clearly he was in denial seeing the familiar figure. “I swear Master… this… is…” “No! It can’t be! He’s dead… the dead cannot steal from the living! Someone else must be responsible!” No matter what, he needed a logical explanation. Even though he was a despicable doctor that saw his position as an opportunity to fuel his evil plans of manipulating and controlling the population by treating them as random test subjects to choose from, driving them to the point of insanity knowing full w
“Wait! how… I… this…there’s no way I can fight against that monster all by myself! He… he has an army of doctors and nurses and as far as we know the police… could be involved; in fact the whole town… might very well be used by him… without realizing it.” Marcel stammered unwillingly, not only because of fear but for the simple reason of being outnumbered and pressured. “The people of this town are temporarily blinded by his lies, if you don’t stop him now… then it’s the end... not just for those held here, but think of all those being deceived or our neighboring villages… what will happen if some of the bodies can’t endure the trial phase? Do you really think he’s going to quit seeking hosts? No! I’ve seen what he’s capable of… Marcel… he has to be stopped… you have to do this.” Mike trie