chapter two of opposite ends

chapter two 

w kind of evil.

Ten minutes passed in silence then the good doctor showed up; a tall pale man, blonde hair, blue eyes. He was incredibly attractive with his tousled hair and tight dark green army t-shirt and camo trousers. A kind smile made his eyes sparkle; he looked like a stereotypical angel but I had a feeling he would be more like a devil behind the mask.

“Hello Ember, I am Doctor Slinn. I’m here to take you to another unit now. We have some great plans for you over there.” He unchained my legs and I tried to make a run for it but Agent Cross grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back faster than I would have thought possible. “Now now Ember, we need your full cooperation. Ryan is being a good boy, so I expect you to be a good girl ok? And if you are, you will be rewarded when all of this is over.” His smile was kindly. I knew I didn’t like his innocent appearance, the bastard! Using Ryan against me, I wanted blood. His blood.

I spat at him but missed terribly. The act didn’t even make him flinch. Not even a tiny change in his smug disgusting expression. “I want to see Ryan, then maybe I will be a good little girl and obey your commands or whatever it is we are doing here.” if I was going to find Ryan I needed at least to pretend that I would do as he said.

“There’s a good girl.” He smiled like he had just won a big trophy fish in a tournament, almost gloatingly. “I will let you see him then, but only for a second.” Finally I would get to see him. My worry faded; if I was allowed to see him then he was ok, he wasn’t hurt. “Cross, take her to the transport unit, strap her in and fetch a nurse to issue stage 3.”

Agent Cross nodded but kept his head down, dragging me with him, not letting go of my shoulder as he walked down hallways . . . dark, mouldy, disgusting hallways that stank of death and sweat.

“I’m sorry Ember, I wish I could help” he muttered as he strapped me into what looked like a prisoner export van.

”Wait, help with what?” I asked as he shut the door. “Help with what!?” OK, now my worry returned. What the hell was going on here? I couldn’t stop myself from thinking the worst of every single possible situation.

 I thought back to the slavery in the British Isles; it dated from before Roman occupation, maybe it was still going? No that was silly, the European Convention on Human Rights act abolished slavery. Human testing? Human organ trafficking? Everything I could pull out of my history knowledge ran through my head as I tried to figure out the situation. If Ryan was in a testing unit, that narrowed down the list. My heart was sinking more and more by the second.

A woman dressed in white sat across from me in the van, preparing some sort of injection. She looked tired and worn out; her mousy brown hair was tied in a bun but was falling out in tendrils across her face. She had a large, purple bruise across her jaw line as if she had been punched and a faint black eye on her left eye. Her dark, deep brown eyes made her features look thinner and her cheek bones stand out more. She looked like she hadn’t eaten in weeks.

“Hello Ember I am Nurse Carrel, I am here to give you a small sedative so the journey won’t be too unpleasant. It will last about five hours, the same time it will take to get to the base.” She smiled at me, a sad and tired smile.

“I d-don’t want it,” I replied stuttering, my fear and adrenalin taking over.

“Don’t worry you won’t feel a thing,” she said reassuringly, but I didn’t feel assured. She tied an elastic band type thing around my arms. I try to squirm and get away from it but the chains of the van were keeping me pinned. I kept trying to fight her off as she put the needle through my pale skin and pressed down on the syringe, making a horrible, faded-white, gooey liquid ooze through the needle and into my blood. Slowly everything began to spin and swirl around me and my hearing faded slowly like the end of a song slowly pulling to a stop.

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I woke up in another white medical room; identical to the last one, apart from the fact that Agent Cross wasn’t standing waiting this time. This time it was Doctor Slinn.

“Hello again Ember, are you ready to see Ryan now?” I sat up as fast as I could, I needed to see him. But it was too fast and the room span out of control. I could feel the bile in my stomach rising and rising until it was too late, it came spewing out my mouth like the wrong end of a sewage pipe. “That’s a side effect of the infection the nurse gave you, don’t worry you will be fine. Here let me help you to your feet.” I noticed there were no chains on my feet this time. And my waist belt had been removed.

“Where’s my belt?” I slurred, trying to regain my speech and failing.

“We threw it away; it doesn’t match our dress code. I hope you understand.” Bastard! That was my favourite belt.

“Take me to Ryan!” I tried to stand but my legs turned to jelly. Doctor Slinn caught me and helped me balance, making me use him as a crutch whilst walking me into another dark and dismal hallway.

“I hope you don’t mind but we will be accompanied by these lovely soldiers. Simply a security thing; we don’t want you trying to run you see.” He smiled as if it was the most normal thing in the world, reminding me of sly business men trying to make a sale.

“Why did you bring us here?” I asked once I finally stopped feeling my stomach churn.

“Well my dear, it’s because of the war that you two ended up in that care home of yours. We believe your parents must have found a way to take you out of the south, and that’s a big security issue considering we believe your parents were fighting for the other side.” The other side... he said it like it was a curse, like a bad smell, something terribly bad.

“But we weren’t involved in the war, why should it matter?” I knew I would probably regret asking.

“Because you and your entire kind are simply disgusting excuses for human beings my dear, and we don’t want you infecting our people with your...ways.” A threat? A disgusting excuse for a human? I just didn’t understand.

“How is the south . . . “ My questioning was interrupted by the sight before me. A rusted metal door with a glass panel window on the top half revealed my worst nightmares.

 Ryan wan chained to a cadaver table, needles protruding out of his arms at every angle. I could hear his breathless moans as a nurse prodded him with what looked like a type of taser. Another of the nurses was taking his blood, and lots of it.

“Ryan!” I shouted, making a run for the door to the room, frantically trying to pry it open. But it was locked from the inside. I pulled and pulled at the handle, pounding on the glass and shouting his name. “Let him go! Let him go!” I yelled, crying and pounding at the door.

No one stirred inside the room, it must have been sound-proof but I didn’t care I needed to save him, save us.

“Soldiers, if you please.” Dr Slinn waved a hand at me and the soldiers grabbed me under the arms and dragged me away to the room just next door. A glass wall between the rooms meant I could see everything they were doing to Ryan. If he opened his eyes he would see me too. But I didn’t think he would open them ever again.

I was so scared, I thought I was going to die but I had to be strong, at least to try and find out all I could in case there was a way out of there. They began filling me with needles, each prick a stab of pain deep inside...inside my bones? The needles were in my bones! Losing my strength to fight, my head flopped to the side on the table, my vision blurring. I tried to keep my eyes open and look at my Ryan, my sweet Ryan. I needed to save him.

My eyes felt so heavy, they were closing slowly, the edges of my vision turning black, Ryan’s image was blurring, and I couldn’t make out his features anymore. All I could see was a mixture of pink and a speck of orange...orange? What was the orange? It looked like it should be where his eyes were but I didn't think it possible. But it was too late to guess. My vision had turned black, my eyes had shut.
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Opposite Ends chapter one

Chapter One
The beginning, the middle and the beginning again



The acrid smell of smoke drifted towards me, leaving my senses dazed and my eyes watering. The cloud engulfed us, leaving the only light coming from the fiery pit in front of us; it was almost like hell had come to welcome us in before our last breaths.
Car alarms blazing, fire melting away the metal frames of sky scrapers making the bending metal roar like a fiery beast, tar on the roads melting into a sickening gooey mess of black, and the sky was a fiery red with clouds of black smoke echoing through it like a grim reaper awaiting its prey.
The screams of the dead echoed in my ears as more and more lay dying around me, but the fight needed to go on I couldn't let him win.
“Wake up!”
I lay there dazed by the morning sun, a bright angelic light bursting through the open window which I would normally welcome but today felt like burning acid against my skin.
“You were having a bad dream again beautiful. It’s almost time for work you better get up.”
Groaning and stretching, I pulled myself out of bed with my eyes still shut and lent forward almost collapsing into his open arms, burying my head deep into the line of his neck. “I’m so tired,” I moaned like a child getting up for school.

“Come on Em, you’ve got to get up.” He threw me down on the bed and threw something soft on my head making me groan some more. “Come on you’re going to be late and I’m driving you which means I will be late too.” His voice was stern and mockingly like a parent.
“Yes sir,” I muttered pulling myself into a sitting position and saluting jokingly. “You’re such a teacher,” I teased.
“Maybe because I am one,” he replied, rolling his eyes and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

I dragged my feet towards the wardrobe pulling out a beautiful, ankle-length, white dress with a gold and brown waist belt; it looked like a hippy version of the old goddess togas in ancient Rome. Once I had thrown the dress on and tightened the belt, I dragged my feet towards the beauty desk, slumping into a chair and accidentally knocking some make up onto the floor. I sighed loudly and grabbed the hair brush using it to untangle my mess of curly blonde bed hair that appeared to almost be like the snakes of Medusa as it curled around my face framing my sleepy moss-green eyes and rosy cheeks. Once I had untangled my locks of snakes, I drew my attention to the reflection behind me: my incredibly mesmerizing boyfriend was dressing a short space behind me leaving me an impressive view in the mirror. I scanned him up and down, admiring every part of his toned body which was complemented by black and white converses, dark faded jeans, a tight white shirt and a black tie.

Wow he looked good. I couldn’t help but grin at his messy raven-coloured bed hair sticking up at all angles.
“You look too good I want to strip you; and if I want to, so will those pesky teenage girls you teach!” I joked, standing up and slowly walking towards him. The urge to play with his unkempt hair was too strong - it had to be done.
“I’m sorry I’m so attractive, I can’t help it if the gods felt the need to bless me with such good looks,” he mocked, throwing his arms around like a cat walk model.
“A vain pagan teacher, could it get any worse?” I rolled my eyes laughing until I caught sight of the time. “Shit! We are really late.” I groaned, burying my head on his shoulder again.
“No time for that, we have to go!” he said pulling me off his shoulder and giving me a quick peck on the lips. I grabbed my bag, shoved on a pair of brownish gold sandals and ran to the car.
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“OK, today we are learning about the Salem witch trials, a series of hearings and prosecutions of people accused of witchcraft in colonial Massachusetts, between February 1692 and May 1693...” I could feel myself droning on and on; I felt sorry for the kids, I knew how boring it must be to them. I tried to choose the most interesting subjects I could so they wouldn’t hate the class so much but kids just aren’t really into history. “... The most infamous trials were conducted by the Court of Oyer and Terminer in 1692 in Salem Town. One contemporary writer summed the results of the trials thus...” I wondered if my amazing gym teacher boyfriend was doing any better and had to stifle a giggle at the thought of him teaching kids to climb a rope or play badminton.

“Could Miss Kaelin and Mister Huntsman please come to the principal’s office immediately? Thank you”
I don’t think I had ever been so glad to hear the secretary’s voice over the school speakers before. “Ok guys I’m leaving Mister Thomson in charge whilst I’m gone! A teacher might come in and check on you at some point so don’t be too loud and don’t get caught doing anything you shouldn’t.” I grabbed my bag and headed to the door. As the chattering grew louder behind me, I added on a side note; “Oh and in the top drawer of my desk you will find sweets and cola. Mister Thomson, please distribute it evenly to the class. And don’t try the other drawers -  they are all locked!”

I reached the office and saw a sweaty, out-of-breath image of my boyfriend stood in the door way waiting for me.
“What’s going on?” I asked him. He just shrugged his shoulders and kissed me.
“Are you Miss Ember Kaelin and Mister Ryan Huntsman?” Two men in suits with one day stubble and incredibly neatly gelled hair stood in front of us flashing fancy Government badges at our faces too fast for us even to read.
“I am Agent Cable and this is my partner, Agent Cross. We need to speak to you. In private.” He added the last bit eyeing up the secretary who turned a violent shade of red and looked away.
“Of course” . . “Yeah sure” we muttered and scurried forwards into the empty principal’s office, shutting the door on the fluorescent pink faced secretary. I think her name was Jenny or something similar.
“We understand you two came from the same care home; correct?” asked Agent Cable, straight to business as both of them stared us down like we were some sort of experiment gone wrong.
“Yes, Kindred’s Foster and Care Institute,” I replied taking Ryan’s hand and feeling his body heat surge through me, eating my worry away like white blood cells attacking a common cold, making me turn a little rosy cheeked.
“Why are we here detectives? What does our care home have to do with anything?” Ryan asked in return, giving them a bone chilling stare with his beautiful, grey-blue eyes.
“We are from a government issued institute run by Queen and country; we are here to help with the war in the southern area,” Agent Cross replied, leaving us with no answers, typical government.
“So what has that got to do with us?” I asked, growing impatient with the men, wanting to get back to the familiar area of the classroom. I had changed my mind; I had decided that I preferred the idea of boring the kids to death as soon as I saw the men.
“We need you to come with us.” They stood up and walked to the door holding it open for us.
“I am not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on!” I had lost my temper, I wanted answers.

“We will answer all your questions when we are in a safe area Miss Kaelin. Let me assure you that you are in no kind of trouble.“ Not the reply I wanted!
“No I want them now!” Ryan looked at me shocked; he had never seen me lose my temper in the ten years we had been dating, but I was majorly pissed off that these strangers thought they had the right to tell me what to do. I wasn’t sure how to react so the anger and frustration boomed out of me all at once. It even shocked me. I couldn’t believe the words were coming out of my mouth, I never thought anger would be this ... this liberating.
“I want answers now! I am not going with you without an explanation. If you don’t like it you can shove it where the sun doesn’t shine!” They looked at me expressionless: no shock, no anger, no anything.
“Please Miss Kaelin, we do need you to come with us,” Agent Cable said in a calm and toneless voice.
“W-why is it so important?” Ryan stuttering in shock, at me! A day I never thought I would see.
“Because Mister Huntsman, we believe you will be a great help on the southern border.” Ryan looked dumbstruck.
“We’re teachers, we can’t help in a war, are you mad!?”
War, the word echoed in my brain, war. My dreams came flooding into my vision all at once. Sound was lost to white noise, vision replaced with memories of my vivid nightmares, the smoke, the fire, the death. All flooding in at once. I didn’t realise I’d collapsed on the floor holding my ears screaming. The sound was awful, so awful I couldn’t stand it. My nose started to bleed. And then my ears. Ryan rushed to my side but I didn’t notice. I could feel I was being carried and I could feel my lips moving, maybe even forming words, but I was too out of it to notice anything else.I woke up on a hard mattress with white linen sheets, in a room with four white walls and a white floor. My eyes couldn’t adjust to the amount of white; at first it made my head spin. I noticed in the spin of white, a coloured blob and tried to focus my eyes on it. Sure enough, it slowly turned into a person, that person was Agent Cross.
“Miss Kaelin.” He nodded with his annoying blank expression and ran his hand through his extremely gelled, dark hair.
“Where’s Ryan? Where am I? Some kind of hospital?” I asked; each question seemed to make him flinch slightly.
“We are in the southern coast, army base medical unit 257. You collapsed and we believed the only way to help you was to take you to our expert doctors here.” It looked like he was trying to smile, a small twitch on the side of his mouth then back to straight-faced. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to play him at poker!
“Where’s Ryan?” I asked again. A small twist inside my stomach was growing and growing with every second. He didn’t answer me. It felt like minutes had passed when he finally looked at me and answered, “testing unit 77.” He looked at me so sadly, it made me want to cry.
“Why? Where is that? I want to see him” I sounded so manic, so stressed, I could barely distinguish it was my voice.
“I’m sorry Miss Kaelin...” he frowned a little “...Ember, but you can’t see him. Now you’re awake, you have to go with the doctor.”
I threw myself back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying not to cry and decided I was going to see him whether they like it or not. I pulled the sheet back and went to jump off the bed when I realised . . . my feet were shackled to the bottom of the bed.
“Let me out of these!” My anger was coursing through me like electricity through metal.
“The doctor will be here any minute.” He looked scared, I think more of the doctor than of me having a little temper tantrum but then, at the time, I didn’t know Doctor Slinn.

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