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Me and Zac were blind folded before we went out. The night air felt good. The fresh air smelled so sweet. Make-up took care of the bruises on my cheeks and the red marks also. He drove for estimate 45 minutes. It was 2:00 before we got there. I got ready. He told me where her room was and what to say. I nodded and looked at Zac, then got out. I crossed the street and walked up to the door. "I'm here to pick up Ashley Richardson. To be taken in protective custody in Jenks, Oklahoma." I said. "Papers please." He said. He had told me if there was any trouble to shoot. "Guys, just step out of the way." I said. I showed the badge while they called it in. That scared me. I knew Amanda had contacted them. I pushed threw while they were talking. I ran in up three flights of stairs to her bedroom. She was asleep and I thought she looked so sweet. I grabbed a few suits just throwing them in a bag making sure it was everything she needed. I put a blanket around her as she started to wake up. "Shhh." I said. She just fell asleep again. I then went downstairs. I was being watched. He was watching. I came up to the guards. "Agent Mayo, Jennifer?" He asked. "No, Agent Patterson, Amanda." I replied. "No, I talked to her." He said. "Shoot them." I heard John's voice in the microphone. "Guys, move." I ordered. "I'm coming to pick you up. Be waiting. And you better hurry up." He said. "You're being hunted. Put the child down." He ordered. I heard the van. I had to make a split second decision. I pulled the trigger, hitting him in the leg. I then ran. He pulled up with the van and I handed Ashley to him. The other officer fired four times, hitting the van three times and me once. I felt it. I knew. I got in and leaned back as the van sped off. He kept firing. He had gotten me in the leg though. I reached down and felt the wound, realizing it wasn't to bad. Zac followed my hand. "You're bleeding." He said. "Yeah, I know." I said. "What is it?" He asked. "Bullet number three." I said. He applied pressure til we were back. John woke Sabrina up. He took Ashley down the hall. She seemed happy to see him. Sabrina tended to my hurt leg again. I was right it wasn't to bad and it wasn't deep either. She led me back to the changing room. There she gave me a pair of loose pants. She didn't leave the room. "I'm sorry you're in this mess." She said. "It's not your fault." I said. She led me back to where Zac waited and looked worried. I came in hopping but walking. I sat down. He went to checking me over. "Zac, I'm alright." I said. "I know. I just want to be sure." He said. "Zac, I am... trust me." I said. He leaned up. "Are you sure?" He asked. He was extremely worried. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I asked. "You don't look so good." He said. "Me?" I asked. "Yeah, you." He said. "Zac, I feel fine." I lied. "You're also lying. I know you are." He said. "He erased my memory and my connection to the outside." I said. "Yeah, I sort of figured that." He said as he felt for a fever. "You're getting hot. You catching a cold? " He asked. "No." I said. "Then what?" He asked. "I don't know." I said. He pushed me back and laid beside me. "Sleep awhile on your own." He said. "I can't." I said. "What do you mean you can't?" He asked. "Zac, I'm afraid to go to sleep." I said. "Why?" He asked. "He has something over me. Remember my neice? I call her a neice but I think she was a cousin." I said. "I know." He said. "I can't. He killed her in cold blood. He can do me the same way." I said. "Listen to me. He won't." He said. I scooted up. He won't leave me alone til he thinks I am asleep. So I pretended. It worked as I laid there thinking and wondering. I felt his arm around me. So warm. I felt safe. I actually drifted off to sleep. To another world also. Not a good one. I opened my eyes. I was in a world wind of colors. They settled down. A few minutes passed and then I heard a loud scream. Then everything flooded in red. The pain was unbearable. I woke up sweaty and hot. I was extremely hot. It was to hot in the small room. Up in the room Robert had fell asleep hitting the heating unit. I couldn't breath. It was sufficating me, but not Zac. He was sleeping peacefully. It was like being in an oven like baking a cake or something. "What is it?" He asked. I keep pointing to my throat. He watched me for a few minutes. "You can't breath or is hard to breath?" He asked. I nodded. Up in the control room all the red lights were going off. My heart rate had dropped. My breathing wasn't righ alsot. My mind waves were high from panic, yet he still slept. I kept trying to breath. Zac checked for anything that had gotten stuck. There wasn't anything clear. The temperature had to be 100 degrees in the room. He was getting hot. It was sort of hard to breath. I laid back looking up. He got up and walked to the door. He took a knife and stuck it through, flipping the alarm on. It went off. Robert still was asleep. John heard it because it woke Ashley up. He hurried up to the bubble. He then ran to the control room and scared Robert half out of his mind. "What the hell is wrong with you? Get up!" He screamed as he started punching buttoms. "Go wake Sabrina." He said. Zac wasn't paying attention. I said good-bye as the monitor flat lined. John felt a stab of pain deep in his soul. He ran down and grabbed Zac before he noticed. He took him down the hall. Sabrina rushed and boy did they both do their best. She was determined. The dreams or whatever scared me. Set panic in. The temperature did not help none. My heart rate increased til I woke up. My shallow breaths caused it to slow down. She got a pulse again after doing the shock thing. It helped. She looked at her husband. John walked in. "How is she?" He asked. "Not good." She said. "What happen?" He asked Robert. "I fell asleep." He said. "It was a hundred degrees in that room. The heater was on." He said. "I must have hit it." He said. "Next time you get sleepy.... even a little.... go to BED!" He screamed as he walked past and checked the monitors. "This is very weak." He said. "It'll take awhile." She said. "What about him?" He asked. She walked down and checked on Zac. "Where is Jennifer?" He asked. "She's fine." She said. "No she's not. Where is she?" He asked. She looked at him. "She is bad Zac. She died in there. Clinically her heart stopped. She is now breathing on her own and has a weak pulse. Is there anything else?" She asked and walked out. He sat there and then broke down. Sabrina kept an eye on me for the rest of the day. The 14th Sabrina stayed in the room with me. Zac was put back in the bubble. Sabrina did keep him updated though. About 11:00 oclock I moved a little. I was waking up, but still didn't wake up good enough to open my eyes. She walked over to me. "Jennifer?" She asked. She looked at the moniters. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that she was standing beside the bed. "W...w..what happen?" I asked slow and carefully. "It was the heat. You had a stroke and it weakened your heart to much. You died." She said. "Zaaac." I weakly said. "He's fine. He's in the room. John set it at a cool temperature. It is not to hot, yet not to cold either. It's at a confortable level now." She said. John came in. "How is she?" He asked. "Better.. heart's normal and breathing fine." She said. "Okay... how long before I can have her back to normal?" He asked. "I would say four days." She said. "Four?!" He asked. "Yes. She needs rest John. If you make her do running and climbing now she won't come back." She said. "I wasn't meaning that. I was refering to four days is incredible for a recovery." He said. I looked down at him. "Home." I said. "You want to go home?" He asked. "Yes." I said. He walked over to me. "Why should I?" He asked. "I don't know." I said. "No. You're not going anywhere." He said. Sabrina walked out for a while. John stayed and watched the machine. He was estimating days himself. "Five days." He said. He then walked out. Sabrina came in a little while later. "In a few hours I'll bring Zac back here. Depends. John said something about letting you go back to the room." She said. I looked past her fading again. She changed the IV. At six pm I awoke again. I felt a warm hand holding mine. I glanced to that side. Zac had his head down rubbing the back of my hand. I laid there a few minutes. I moved my hand to grab his. He looked up and I saw tears were rolling down his cheeks. "What is it?" I asked. "I hate to see you here." He said. "I hate to be here. We'll get out." I said. "Yes we will." He said as he kissed my hand. "Sabrina said you'll stay back here tonight and then back with me tomorrow night." He said. "Ok." I said. He stayed for a while, till John led him back to the bubble. Sabrina left me alone for a while. It was quiet in the small room. I watched the machines. "Stroke.... in that room?" I questioned that. I thought back to what happened. I remembered a soft buzz. I felt around my head. I found a small white chip. It blended with my skin. I laid it to the side, actually in the trash can. It disappeared as it hit the bottom of the bag. I was awake most of the night thinking. About 2:30 Sabrina came in. "You're suppose to be resting." She said. "What happened?" I asked. "What do you mean?" She asked. "What happened? I wasn't in the sun and no reason for a stroke. What happened?" I asked. "You'll have to ask Robert. I wasn't there." She said. "He won't tell me and I know you know." I said. "It was a chip. It was postitioned to hit the area of your brain that controls your heart. He was to use it in an emergency only. You escaped or something. He fell asleep. And when he did he turned a drink over it and shorted some wires. He got up once to go the bathroom. Upon returning he fell asleep again. This is the time he cut the heat and all on. The heat of the room had nothing to do with it. He hit the red alert button, which turned the little buzzer on. You didn't have a stroke. If you died it would have been murder." She said. << Previous Page of Story>> << Back to Story Page>> << Back To Index Of Chapters Page>> Back To Main Page>> |