(To those of you who are about to read this, feel free to do so, but this is an old story of mine. I am moving it from my original account to this new account, which is mainly for old stories that I do not wish to keep on my main account, which is named Dylexa. I won't have anything good up there for a while, sadly. I am working on it though!)
Chapter three:
Fuck the men in the fire proof suits
(Dylexa: Well, nothing much. Just don't forget to review)
Eight years later...
"MOM! DAD! RUN!" Marissa cried, gaping in horror as her old house burned down.
No matter how much she screamed and cried, they weren't coming out. They were still fast asleep in their beds.
"NO!"
Suddenly, Marissa's surroundings changed. This time she was in the laboratory. She was strapped down to the same table she was strapped to when Dr. Alanes had implanted Marissa's fire into her. She fought against the leather straps, but the rough, wide fingers of the table wouldn't budge. Marissa was trapped.
A skinny, pale boy covered in blood and burn scars drifted over her. Marissa gasped as she realized who it was;
"Why didn't rescue me Marissa?" Gratis's eyes were filled with tears. "They hurt me! T-they tortured me!" He whimpered, something he himself told Marissa a long time ago never to do around your enemies. "YOU DIDN'T COME BACK!"
Marissa, horrified, said "I'm sorry...we looked all over for you!"
He sobbed, shaking violently.
"Gratis, I'm s-"
BOOM!
Gratis's eyes widened in horror as a big rose of blood formed on his already tattered and bloody clothes. Marissa shrieked as he collapsed on top of her, splattering blood on her. Evil laughter rang out through the room.
"You know you could have saved him!" Dr. Alanes guffawed wickedly. "You know that if you didn't try to escape before he would have been alive now! I wouldn't have had to do what I did!"
Marissa cried out in horror, struggling against the straps and trying to get Gratis's dead body off of her.
Dr. Alanes hovered over her, holding a large syringe filled with a black liquid. Marissa trembled.
"If you would have just stayed put you would have been fine!" Dr. Alanes roared. "Now your going to die!" His horrible laugh rang through out the room again.
"Why are you doing this?"
Dr. Alanes stroked Marissa's blood splattered hair. "My dear, I am doing this simply because...well, I simply just like to see you in pain..." now the needle was only a half a millimeter from Marissa's chest. "Now, are you ready to die?"
"Please, give me another chance!" Marissa begged. "Please!"
...
(Marissa's POV)
"I DON'T WANNA DIE!"
Thump!
I flailed out my arms in my soft, velvety captor that was named my blanket. I felt something else trying to hit me.
"OUCH! MARISSA CHILL!"
I stopped, panting hard, trying to force myself to calm down.
Hiss!
A small, cold body hugged me through the blankets for a mere second, ending it's tiny pitiful life and exploded on me. I shivered as the water soaked through the blankets and my pajamas.
"Marissa, are you okay?" Zak pulled my burned blankets off me and offered his hand. I took it, and with Zak's help I was on my feet. I saw that he was holding an empty cup.
That's when I noticed that his orange pajama sleeve was burned halfway through, and he had a dark burn mark on his arm from his wrist to his elbow.
"Oh my god...Zak, are you-"
"I'm fine Sis!"
I sighed. "What were you doing in my room?"
Zak, inspecting his arm, said, "You were screaming...I wanted to make sure you were okay." He frowned, glancing at me. "Maris, you were really close to burning yourself this time...this is serious."
Over the past eight years, my fire had started to grow very difficult to control. I often had to sleep with a smoke detector and a fire extinguisher just to make sure I wouldn't accidentally kill myself in my sleep.
I stared at the fourteen-year-old in disbelief. "I was close to burning myself? Zak, I almost turned you into a human torch! How the hell could you be worrying about me?"
Zak shrugged. "It's what a brother is supposed to do."
"Okay, that's true," I kissed his head, heading for the door, "but you should worry about yourself a little more." I opened the door. "C'mon, let's get that arm bandaged up."
Zak followed me into the bathroom, and I got started on bandaging his arm up;
I first dabbed some ointment on to soothe and cool his burn. He winced in pain when I first touched it.
"God, Zak I'm so sorry."
He grimaced. "It's fine. You didn't mean it."
I rolled my eyes. "Zak, c'mon, I know what a burn feels like! Those things hurt! I'm surprised your not crying!"
Zak smirked. "Boys barley cry."
"Hey! I once knew a very sensitive boy! Although...he was kinda weird...but plenty of normal boys can be sensitive!"
"Yeah, but not me."
I snickered as I wrapped a cloth bandage around Zak's arm. "Says the boy who can't sleep alone during a thunder storm at night."
"Hey! Thunder storms can be scary sometimes! And besides, your terrified of the dar-"
"Okay, I get it." I finished wrapping up his arm. "Alright, your arm seems just about done. How does it feel?"
Zak rubbed it through the bandages. "Fine I guess." He smirked again. "I know this sounds weird, but I hope I get a scar."
I frowned. I had plenty of scars, but I simply hated them. I'd trade them all for cleaner looking skin if I could.
"Welcome to the club," I said jokingly. "Sorry, no jackets. Our scars are plenty."
Zak laughed innocently at my joke. I simply frowned.
"So, um, where is everyone?" I asked, glancing at the clock. "It's twelve o'clock. Wouldn't everyone be up by now?"
"Mom and Dad had a meeting...it's lasting for at least two days...and Uncle Doyle isn't gonna be back until six."
Doyle was Drew's long lost brother. At first he had been a mercenary, but fortunate for us he changed his ways.
"Why's Doyle out?"
Zak shrugged. "He just said he had something to do."
So we were going to be all by ourselves...well, besides our cryptid siblings, Komodo, Fiskerton and Zon;
Fiskerton was a seven foot tall gorilla cat. We had found him just a few months after I became part of the family, and Zon, a bird like cryptid (I forget what she is), we found just a while before we found Doyle.
"So...were completely alone?" I asked nervously. "Nobody's gonna watch us until six?"
"Yep!" Zak smiled for a second, but after seeing my concerned look he frowned. "What's wrong Sis?"
"Nothing...just a little concerned, that's all."
"For what?" Zak pulled me out of the bathroom with him. "What could possibly happen to us in the next six hours? We'll be fine!"
But we were about to find out how horribly wrong Zak was.
...
Crash!
I perked my head up at the sound of glass breaking. I was in my room listening to the song "Hello, Goodbye" by the Beatles when I heard it.
"Zak?" I called out, sitting up in my bed and turning off my radio. "Zak, what was that noise?"
Silence.
I frowned; usually after hearing the slightest noise I would always get very paranoid. It was kind of annoying actually.
Just relax Marissa, my thoughts soothed. Your always worried.
But I anxiously got out of my bed and walked out of my room anyway. "Zak? Are you okay?" When I felt the temperature in the room build up, I forced myself to calm down.
Your gonna start a fire Marissa! Just stop being a paranoid bitch already!
"MARISSA GET OUT OF HERE!" Zak sounded hysterical.
"Zak?!?" I rushed into the living room to see what the hell was going on.
Nothing. The room was lifeless.
Boom!
The sound of a gun came from outside. I rushed out in the cold weather to investigate;
Zak was no where to be seen, but I saw a man...a man in a fire proof suit...a man who's name brought me terror every time I even thought about him.
Dr. Alanes.
He spotted me immediately and smirked that horrible, insanity filled smirk.
"I knew one of my little rats was scurrying around here somewhere." He stepped closer to me. "My my, she's grown quite a lot over the years."
"W-what did you do to Zak?"
"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. What, no hello?"
"TELL ME WHAT YOU DID TO ZAK YOU BASTARD!"
Dr. Alanes sighed. "Apparently my little rat has gained a mouth as well." He pulled out a gun. "Now...would you like to come back home unharmed? Or do I have to shoot you?"
"I'm already home you dick."
Boom!
I cried out in pain as the bullet dug a tunnel into my arm.
"Marissa!"
I was partly relieved to hear Zak's voice and partly horrified;
While it was nice to know that Zak was okay, it scared me that he hadn't exactly run away yet.
Zak, run the other way!
Zak rushed up to me at my side. "Marissa, I told you to get out of here!"
I pulled the bullet out of my arm, wincing in pain as the blood rushed out. "Me? Zak, you should have ran!" I was horrified.
"There he is!"
Two of Dr. Alanes's henchmen in similar fire proof suits suddenly appeared out of the corner of the balcony. The first one, a tall female, quickly grabbed Zak. Before Zak could fight back, she pulled out a pair of handcuffs and shackled Zak's hands behind him. The second henchmen, a man a little shorter than the woman, did the same with me.
"What is he still doing here?" Dr. Alanes seethed with anger. "Your supposed to make sure he doesn't escape!"
"Sir, he slipped away before we could fully secure him," my captor explained.
"So you let a child over power you?!?"
If it weren't for the fact that we were about to be dragged to our doom, I would have laughed at this. Zak once managed to carry a full grown man up a radio tower at the age of eleven, so of course he could over power these people if it weren't for the fact that his hands were tied behind him with metal handcuffs. Zak was kind of like a mix of a bird and a lion; he was strong, and had plenty of dignity left in him while he was smart and maybe even small enough to escape from captivity sooner or later.
Maybe he can think of a way to get us out.
Despite Zak's intelligence, there was still one problem;
Our captors are scientists. There's no way that Zak and I could out smart a scientist. Even though we were raised by scientists, were still just kids.
These jerks can do anything they want to us, and there's nothing we could do about it.
At that thought, I started to try to squirm out of my captor's grasp.
Dr. Alanes must have seen me trying to escape. "Make sure she doesn't escape. This is one of my most important projects. It took years to track her, so don't you dare let her escape!"
My captor, holding me tighter, started leading me away from home, down the balcony. Zak's captor did the same with him.
When we reached the actual ground, I was partly surprised to feel mud under my feet, since it was freezing out here.
This gave me an idea. If Zak or I couldn't escape, I could at least give Doc, Drew and Doyle a clue when they got back.
I tried to escape my captors grasp again, dragging my feet into the mud.
Bonk!
My captor had grabbed his gun and hit me on the head with the handle. Stars viciously swarmed around my head. To make the pain worse, my captor dug his gloved thumb into my arm wound, drawing blood. I shrieked.
"Don't hurt her!" Zak exclaimed, trying to stop his captor from pushing him away.
Dr. Alanes was in the front with his back facing us, so he hadn't seen.
But obviously Zak's exclamation told him. Dr. Alanes stopped walking and faced us. We all stopped too.
"Bring the boy back into the helicopter," he instructed the woman, his voice ice cold. "We'll meet you there."
The woman nodded, pushing Zak forward once again. Zak struggled to get away from her.
"Zak, just go," I say, surprised at what had just come out of my mouth.
The woman pressed a gun up against Zak's back. "Yeah, you heard her. GET GOING!"
Reluctantly, Zak started walking again.
When they were both out of site, Dr. Alanes was the first one to speak;
"I'm warning you girl. Any more act of rebellion will get you into trouble-from this moment on. I have my whip with me, and I'm not afraid to use it. First step out of line will give you ten hits. If you continue this, I'll add an extra ten.
"If the whip doesn't work, I'll think of other ways to punish you," Dr. Alanes continued. "I'll dig out your worst fears-oh I know you have many. I'll do anything I can to teach you to behave."
I kept my expression brave, even though I was terrified. My worst fears? OF COURSE I HAVE MANY! I HAVE MORE THAN YOU CAN COUNT!
"How exactly are you going to dig out my worst fears?" I dared to ask.
Dr. Alanes smirked. He pulled out a syringe filled with clear liquid.
Big deal. You used to inject me with all kinds of fuck every day.
"Do you know what this is?"
I shook my head.
That made his smirk widen. "This, is truth serum. I'm sure you have a pretty good idea what it does to someone if they lie, do you not?"
Oh I knew very well what truth serum could do to someone at it's full power. Often Gratis and I used to watch Dr. Alanes inject victims with that stuff from our cages. A few times Dr. Alanes had even used it on Gratis, but he never tried it on me.
But I knew exactly what could happen if you tried to lie. Often times, if you were lucky, you simply just couldn't lie, but Gratis told me that if you did, you start to get a horrible migraine. This migraine will continue to get worse and worse until you could no longer bear it, if you tell the truth, or if the impossible happened, it wears off before it became unbearable.
Unfortunately, depending on the amount doused into you, this stuff could last for hours.
However, if one drop too much was injected into you, you could die from over douse.
I nodded, shifting my sore wrists around in my handcuffs.
Dr. Alanes paced around slowly, reminding me of a panther pacing it's prey. "There are more punishments I can do...without having to douse you with truth serum..." He put away the syringe. "It would be a shame if that young boy you call Zak died from some 'accident' in the lab, now wouldn't it be?"
I gasped. "You wouldn't!"
Dr. Alanes stopped, facing me. "You know I would."
He was right. I knew that Dr. Alanes was mad enough to torture, or even kill Zak in some sick way, even without me acting up.
Dr. Alanes, apparently satisfied with his threats, turned his back towards me and my captor, and started moving forward. I was walked forward as well.
...
When I got into the helicopter, I was immediately given a pill, which blocked my fire. This pill would last for about ten to twelve hours.
I would have liked this pill a lot if it weren't for the fact that it made me horribly cold for that amount of time too.
Ten to twelve hours of cold. Fun.
When the pill was inside me, I was taken into the back of the helicopter. Zak was sitting in the middle of the room.
His hands were no longer bound behind him, and his hair was sticking up in many places.
The scientist that had brought me in had already left, closing the door behind him. If it wasn't for the tiny window at the end of the room, we would have been in complete darkness.
I was about to try to open the door, but I felt a hand stop me. Zak pulled me as far away from the door as possible.
"What's wrong Zak?"
I felt Zak shudder. "D-don't touch the door...it shocks you if you touch it from the inside."
"Oh." I touched Zak's hair. "Did you try to open it?"
Zak nodded. "It's pretty intense."
I felt the medication I took starting to kick in. The room suddenly felt thirty degrees cooler. I resisted the urge to shiver.
"Are you alright?"
Once again, Zak nodded. "Just a little shocked." He snickered. "Get it? Shocked?"
I didn't smile. I couldn't believe that Zak was actually making jokes right now.
Zak frowned. "What?"
I shook my head. "Nothing." I sat down on the floor against the wall, holding my breath when the cold metal touched my neck. "Damn it's so cold in here."
Brrrrring!
The helicopter was starting to fly...our last chance to try to break out of here some how and hide at home was gone. I felt the same, depressing, gut crunching feeling I felt when I thought about Gratis...
Zak sat down next to me. "Are you feeling okay? Because I'm not really that cold."
"I'm fine...it's just the medication I just took...it literally makes my body cold so I can't make fire."
Zak was silent. He scooted next to me, trying to warm me. I was a little surprised-Zak usually wasn't very affectionate-but grateful, even though the warmth he provided only lasted a few seconds.
Shit I hope we wont be here for too long.
I hugged my knees, making myself warm for a second before the medication eliminated that.
"Does your arm feel okay?" Zak asked. I blinked for a second, confused, but then I remembered that I had gotten shot in the arm. I touched the hole for a second, but drew my hand back when I felt my arm sting.
"It's kind of like a skinned knee," I replied. "It hurts a little more while trying to get the bullet out, but it's basically the same thing. Might sting a little more though depending on how far the bullet got in."
"Oh."
The helicopter did a turn, making us slide to the right of the room.
"How's your arm feeling?"
Zak shrugged. "Alright I guess."
"You guess?"
Zak rolled his eyes. "What are you, my mom?"
I ruffled his hair. "Might as well be for the time being."
Zak chuckled.
As the seconds turned into minutes, and the minutes turned into hours, the room started getting dark as well. By the time night came, the only thing supplying us with light was the moon.
It must have been pretty late because Zak was falling asleep.
I was kind of tired myself. I was finally starting to warm up, but I was too tired to really care.
"I guess we should get some sleep," I sighed. "Might as well get some sleep while we still could."
Zak was already asleep next to me.
I wish it were that easy for me.
I lied down on my back and closed my eyes into what I hoped to be a dreamless sleep...