Bright lights pierced the officers' eyes as they entered a small room. His partner grabbed the unconscious patient on the gurney and lifted her into the small seat in the middle of the room.
"Do you really think we need to put her in one of these straightjackets?" the first officer said.
"'Course we do! What if she goes all crazy on us?" the second officer reasoned.
"Cant we just use magic? Or some tech?"
"See, bro? See what happens when you start thinking?" the second officer shouted.
"Sorry, sorry. Mommy told us we gots to start the thinking, or else we aint gonna get dat degree she was talking about, eh?"
"Whatever. Let's get outta here. Our jobs done. Let the doctors take care of her."
The two men walked out the room and through the hall. The officers still looked uncomfortable about transporting the woman.
"I heard some crap about there's another one of hers out there. Like double trouble. Doesn't she have some crap with that Fowl kid?"
"Something like that." said the first.
Suddenly, he got out his gun and shot his brother in the head. There was a light reflecting for his eyes, which were like his body: shaking. Tears fell from his eyes.
"Why? W-Why are you doing this?" he said shakily. The light in front of him outstretched a hand, which told him to give her the body. The man did as he was told.
He lifted his gun at the light, but he quickly lowered it. "Don't think for yourself! Take advice from your brother for once, Val."
The man pointed his gun to his head and pulled the trigger
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"Dr. Driscoll! Dr. Driscoll!" exclaimed a nurse, rushing into the small room.
"What is it?" the doctor said.
"I've brought the control!" she said, holding what seemed to be a remote control with a large circular screen on it.
"Thank you," said the doctor as he took the device. "Now, where was I? Ah, yes, the wipe."
He connected a cord coming from a large machine to the remote, which made all the lights turn on. A few other nurses placed headphones on the patient's ears.
On the remote, the doctor entered in dates, which caused thousands on smaller things to pop up, like brain waves, images, thoughts, brain size, body size, amount of magical ability, and much more.
The doctor was about to press ENTER when the door opened wide. A large man with many guards entered the room. All of them carried extraordinary rifles and machine guns.
"Driscoll, we heard gunshots. Is there any problem we should know about?" the burly man in army fatigues said.
"Commissioner Shall, so good to see you after all these decades, but it disappoints me that ever since our early school days you haven't contacted me, and even more that the only time you visit is for a checkup on a murder.
"So, gunshots you say? Never heard such a thing. Do you truly believe I could have caused such?"
"Well, no, but it would be best to know everything you could possibly know."
"We know nothing, shall, I can assure you that."
The soldiers looked down at the patient and raised an eyebrow. "Opal Koboi, huh? Isn'tshe a huge fugitive or something? I heard there's two of her, one from the future and another one from the past."
"Malarkey!" exclaimed Driscoll. "Those are but mere rumors. Now, leave my place immediately!"
With that, the small group of soldiers left. "Uptight soldiers…" Driscoll began, but stopped himself.
He pressed the enter button, and a loud buzzing sounded went off. Silence effulged them for a moment before a dinging sound silently ringed, and the buzzing stopped.
"The deed is done," said Driscoll sullenly as he grabbed Opal Koboi and carried her off to the gurney. And to think, he thought, that this insane criminal was once a brilliant scientist working for the benefit of Haven City. But that was before, That was in the past.
Driscoll carried Koboi away to her cell, where she was placed inside, still in a straightjacket. Hours later, a figure appeared in front of the cell.
The figure quickly went into the cell and took off the straightjacket. Opal looked confused. "Who are you?" she said.
The figure looked surprised, but then made a tisk, tisk sound.
"They must of wiped you, didn't they? You poor thing. Then again, I shouldn't be talking like this." the figure said, stroking her chin. "I mean, I am breaking myself out."
"What are you talking about?" Opal said, confused.
"Come on," the figured said. She sighed, then straightened her shoulders and smiled a determined smile. "I have so much to teach myself."
As they left the cell, Opal looked around. There was so much death and bloodshed. Most of the people were dead and bloody, but some had large glints in their small eyes and were cleaning up the blood. Commissioner Shall was laying on the floor, badly beaten. He got up with a light in his eyes ad started walking like everyone else: like a zombie and started picking up bodies. Opal gasped at the scene.
"Oh, don't worry about it," said the figure. "You'll, I mean, I'll know what this is all about once we get out of here."
That's the chapter! I'll post my next chapter as soon as I can, so don't forget to review!