Chapter 2 - Diffuse
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1. Thank you, thank you, thank you to the people who reviewed!! Seriously, you guys are the best & thanks for all the positive feedback. Glad you liked it. :-) Please continue to R&R, it's great to know what you think of the story, even if it is negative! Thanks.
2. To clear up any confusion: Jasper is not a vampire (yet?) but Maria & Edward are. Italics are used to show Jasper's homicidal alter-ego. Alice has not been featured yet, but she will be soon, don't worry! Sorry for any confusion any of this caused & please message me with any other questions you have.
3. I don't own Twilight (or anything else for that matter...) Stephanie Meyer does.
"Come with me" a disembodied voice commanded. No, that's impossible. He had been down the other end of the plane half a second ago. There was no way he could have moved that fast. No, it was someone else.
We looked up at the boy leaning over us, gazing thoughtfully at us, like a half-completed rubix cube that held fascinating codes and patterns for someone who knows how to manipulate it, his hand firmly squeezing my shoulder. We stared at him amazed. Be careful Jasper. This one is dangerous.
We tightened our grips on the arm-rests and attempted to shrug off his grip, as any normal anti-social teenager would. Good, Jasper. But we needed to get off the plane before... We've been through this –there will be no backing out now. But he would help... He can't help us, no-one can. Now run!
The crippling pressure the hand exerted suddenly on our shoulder as it dragged up from our seat was enough to make most people scream. But we are not "most people", we are something more... We focused on the source of the pain, as Maria had taught us to, turning it into strength.
The hand clenched down, impossibly tighter, dragging us out of the seat and forcing us to remain still despite our apparently feeble attempts to escape.
The narrow isle of the plane meant that standing upright caused our scars from the operation placing the bomb inside our body to press hard against the scratchy nylon of the chair covers. We grimaced as the sharp metal case caught the edge of our liver, sending spirals of pain through our shattered nerves, as a low hiss escaped our lips. Stay strong Jasper. Show no weakness.
"Come" The sound of his voice was barely detectable, the speed of his words made them garbled but it still sent a shiver through our body. Don't do it Jasper... But we have to. Don't make me hurt us again Jasper; you know I don't want to. We started to turn away, but another ice-cold hand grasped at our other shoulder within a fraction of a second restraining me.
He maintained his vice-like grip on our shoulders as he forced us down the narrow isle-sides. Get us out of here, Jasper! We can't! He's too strong, we can't escape. We desperately scanned the cabin, looking for an escape route but the oppressive cramped layout of the plane soon extinguished any hope of eluding this douche bag. We considered gesturing to an air-hostess but the stone hands tightened perceptibly as we stared hopefully at a nearby steward, effectively silencing our unspoken cry.
Practically sprinting through the plane, we arrived at the gents' bathroom within seconds where the boy pushed us into the claustrophobic chamber. The fluorescent lighting overhead bathed the tiny compartment in a sickly yellow light and cast eerie shadows on the boy's face as he stared at us through slitted eyes while typing on a tiny phone. There were mere centimetres between our faces as we lowered our gaze, ashamed. He knew. We could feel it; the worry and stress was rolling off his body, clouding the air with a tension we could taste in the back of our mouth.
We didn't know how much he knew or who he had learnt it from, but the truth was there in his eyes. He stared intently at our face as if concentrating hard before turning away, as he started whispering into the cell-phone he had pressed to his ear.
"Carlisle... Yes, nothing has happened, but will it?... What do you mean??...Well, make her see! Jesus, doesn't Alice realise how important it is that we know every detail of the future?...Distracted how??... Him?? ... No Carlisle, she's wrong. Trust me....No, it'll compromise her judgement. Send Emmet... I'll need you here." Concluding his brief conversation he turned to us still thoughtful gazing intently my torso where the bomb lay hidden beneath a thin layer of cloth and skin.
That phone probably cost more than 6 months intake at the farm and he treats it like trash. We can't trust him Jasper, he's not one of us. But, he's come to help us... No! He's come to control and tame us like an animal in a zoo. No... Do you want me to remind you what happens when we fall out?? We lowered our gaze to the timer still trapped in my clenched fist.
The boy reached out and snatched it, alarm flickering briefly across his features when he saw the display. With a blurring movement he had us pressed flat to the wall as he lifted us our shirt and pulled out a surgical knife.
"No" we croaked our voice gravelly with fear. "It's in too deep. It's not possible to remove without major surgery."
"They didn't trust you?" he asked sharply. We could see the surprise on his face. It's for our protection, remember? We kept our mouth shut, not wanting to reveal anything about our cause. That's right, say nothing.
"And you let them bury a bomb in your body, with no way to postpone or diffuse it. How did you get caught up in this?" he asked us his voice void of any interest.
Don't say anything, Jasper. He is trying to make us lose faith in the cause. It's working. Why did we allow a terrorist cell to corrupt us and ask us to die for it when they gave us nothing? It is the world around us that is corrupt Jasper; we are the only uncorrupted ones in a world of confusion and conformity. They did not ask us to die; we volunteered to give our life to make a difference.
Why did we volunteer? What motivated us? Our belief in for freedom for everyone and the importance truth. That is not enough. There is no solid reason for our sacrifice. We are being asked to give up our life for ideals.
"You were right" the boy stated, interrupting our internal dialogue "It's in too deep to extract. We are going to have to operate." You can't let him do that Jasper.
"We?" We can't let him reach the bomb.
"My father and I. He is a surgeon, one of the best in the world. We can remove the bomb from you and disarm it safely. You don't need to worry." We looked up at him, with a hint of amusement in our eyes.
"The plane doesn't land for another 3 hours. This bomb will detonate in..." we checked our watch "1 hour 45. It's impossible." We shook our head. Why are you upset at this? You should be rejoicing. You want this, more than life.
"It's not a problem. Not for me" said the boy seriously.
We are one, Jasper. We share the same body, the same spirit, the same dream. You can't throw this all away over an impossible promise. This is our life.
"Please help me." The second the words left our lips, a searing pain shot through our head, burning us from the inside out, leaving no room for thought. But for a split-second we saw a flash of satisfaction dawn on the boy's face. He placed his hands gently on my temples, easing the pain somewhat.
"Of course I'll help you. My name is Edward."
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