Title:
The Mind is a Dangerous Place
Chapter 1:
A Change of Flight
A black van pulls to the side of a busy airport in Sidney, Australia. The driver side of the van opens and a tall man wearing a three piece black suit climbs out of the car.
Yellow eyes look around in one swift motion. He straightens his suit and calmly walks towards the back of the vehicle.
He pulls out a key from his pocket and unlocks the doors in the back of the van. He opens the right side of the door first than the left.
Complete blackness is within the van. The man pulls out a small black tablet with one button on top. He presses it while points it towards the inside of the van.
A clicking sound is heard followed by a ramp slowly sliding down and touching the concrete floor.
Soon a wheelchair appears as it slowly wheels forward. As the wheelchair completely is revealed into the sunlight, one can clearly now see a young woman sitting upon it.
She looks to be in the ages of seventeen to eighteen.
Long black hair cascades over her chest and down to her waist. Her head was titled to the side, her mouth partly open, and her hazel eyes unseeing.
She was wearing a large red t-shirt, two sizes too big for her. And a red and orange skirt that was all wrinkled and it came all the way down to cover her feet from view.
Only a small toe could be seen as her feet were bare.
Her skin was as pale as snow, large black circles were under her eyes, and a part of her right shoulder was bare since the red shirt fell over it.
Six numbers were marked on her flesh; 4,8,15,16,23,42 were the numbers.
The man in the black suit pulled her red shirt over the numbers on her shoulder and bent down so that he was eye level with her.
He brought his hand over her right knee and began to stroke it. She didn't even blink; her face was expressionless, her eyes staring out into oblivion.
A sick grin spread over the mans face as he began to stroke her thigh. He slowly got up and brought his face inches from hers. He then moved so that he could easily whisper into her ear.
"This is it you know. No more resistance from you. After this…your purpose will be fulfilled." He whispered into her ear.
Suddenly he felt something splat unto his suit. He looks down at himself and watches a trail of spit roll down.
He looks towards the young woman and sees a trail of saliva gurgle up.
"Charming, does this mean you're fighting back against your mind lock? You know what happens when you do."
He then cleans the spit from her mouth and turns towards the side of the wheelchair.
There were straps on the wheelchair, and he didn't hesitate to strap the girls' hands and legs unto the wheelchair.
He then leaned forward and once again brought his lips behind her ear.
"Dolphin, bat, whale, wave, micro, Lock." He whispered into her ear.
The girl immediately jolted in her seat and her head snapped back. She began to tremble uncontrollably and kept on jerking around the wheelchair like someone was being electrocuted.
Her eyes expanded and for a flicker of a moment her hazel eyes brightened in fear and pain.
"Don't resist. Accept it." He stated as he locked the car.
"Hoy! Is she alright?" Someone asked in an Irish accent.
The man turned around and saw a young man with blond hair with darker streaks and an unshaven face.
He was wearing a black hoody that was open in the front to reveal a simple shirt with black and grey stripes across. Pair beaten blue jeans completed this boy's style.
"Yes, yes, she's just going into seizures. It happens all the time." The man replied.
Suddenly the girl stopped shaking and just slumped unto the wheelchair. Her eyes once again became clear and unseeing. Her mouth hanging open and her head tilted to the side.
The man walks over to the girl and pulls out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and places them over her eyes.
He seems to have forgotten completely that the young man was still there watching him and the girl.
Only one luggage is what the man has and he puts it inside a pouch that was behind the wheelchair.
The man moves behind the wheelchair and the girl and begins to push her up the ramp and into the airport.
He rolled the girl right up to the front desk.
"May I help you Sir?" The lady at the counter asked.
"Yes I have reservations for a flight, as well as Special needs." The man stated while motioning down towards the girl.
The lady nodded her head and typed down on her computer. "Your name Sir?"
"Mr. Jefferson and Lilly April." He stated in a clear voice.
The lady tapped unto her keyboard and looked it over for the mans name.
"I'm sorry to say Mr. Jefferson, but your flight has been canceled." She stated apologetically.
"What!" He sneered.
"Engine trouble Sir, but I can put you on other plane with your partner." She quickly said, suddenly afraid of the man.
"Then do it." He said as he took a look around.
After a few minutes the lady at the counter successfully transferred Mr. Jefferson's' tickets to another flight that would go to Los Angeles.
"Here you are Sir, your tickets to Flight 815. Just walk down there and follow the path to Gate 12." She sweetly stated.
He picked up the tickets and rolled the girl down the hall, without a thank you at all to the lady. But she was more than happy for having not to deal with that man anymore, but she felt sorry for the girl.
"I wonder what is wrong with her." She whispered to herself.
But she forgot everything as she helped the next person in line…
Yeah, I know. I'm totally packed with five unfinished stories and here I am making another one.
I guess I just need a break from the others, not to mention reality sucks!
So if any of you like it, then please tell me and I'll continue.