Author's Note: Hey guys, if anyone is still out there!. I am soooo sorry for not updating until now, I know I said I would try to be better at it, but I am sorry xinfinity!. This is a long chapter so I hope that it will make up for my absence. I will try to be doing better and finish this story, i really will. But for now, please enjoy!.
The car was dead silent as we continued down the road, my house had disappeared not an hour ago and I barely spoke a word to Dr. Grant, opting to stare blankly out the window, watching as the cars zoomed by on this sunny Saturday, angry tears pricking at my eyes. Of course, I missed my parents already, but I was still angry over what they were making me do. I mean, who ships their daughter off to a "superhero facility"?. It's probably some mental institution or something, knowing my luck. Despite my quiet demeanor, Dr. Grant tried his best to get me to have a conversation with him.
"Are you excited about coming to the facility?" he inquired, turning his head in my direction, but keeping his eyes on the road. "Not really" I said quietly, not taking my eyes off the scenery. "It feels more like a death sentence" I spat. "Now, now. I know its hard to leave your parents and your friends" he tried to console", I rolled my eyes at his attempt, that would require friends. "But I'm sure that once you see the facility, and meet all the new kids, you are going to love it!. I'm sure of it!" his voice grew in excitement.
"Doubt it" I mumbled grumpily, becoming more and more irritated as he began describing the place and all the things we would be learning or whatever. After a while of hearing Dr. Grant yack on about whatever, having already given up after an hour of trying to stimulate a conversation with me, I was thankful when he finally turned on the radio to fill in the silence. My heart leapt as one of my favorite songs started blasting throughout the car, and I finally felt like I could relax. Sighing deeply, I relaxed my head against the window and I could already feel my eyes getting droopy. Oh well, watching cars was getting boring anyways, and I could probably use a little nap.
However, it was not such a peaceful nap as I would have liked. In fact, it was a terrible nightmare:
We arrived at the facility for the gifted kids or whatever it was called. I glanced up at the huge white, plain looking building as we pulled into the long, dusty drive. The building seemed to grow rapidly as we got closer and closer, finally stopping in what looked like a makeshift parking lot, like one you might see at a beach, no marked lines, but cars seemed to always find a spot. I couldn't take my eyes off of the enormous building as Dr. Grant killed the engine. It was bigger than I could have imagined.
With a sigh, the older man turned towards me with a kind smile, "Last stop. Everyone out!" he said with a chuckle, as if he was trying to lighten the situation with a joke, though it only made my irritation for him grow that much more. I watched as he got out of the car, and made his way to the trunk to retrieve my stuff, the car suddenly feeling very empty without him. "You'll be fine, Summer, Don't be stupid", I tried to console myself, and after a moment of deep breathing, I pulled the door handle open with a still shaky hand and hopped out of the car.
Dr. Grant came to meet me at the front of the car, and handed me my stuff with a smile. "Ready?" he asked, though it felt like a rhetorical question. I sighed, "Ready as I will ever be, I guess" I said softly, Dr. Grant and I started walking towards the looming building, to my doom. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, fear growing inside me. After what felt like years, we finally made it to the door, my heart beat seemed to pick up as a middle aged man dressed in a white overcoat came to meet us at the door.
"Hello. Dr. Grant" he greeted with a smile, whom nodded politely though I didn't catch his name. "This is Summer Jones" he introduced me, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, but it didn't make me feel any less terrified. "She is our new student" he said, the man turning towards me now with an ominous looking smile, my heart picked up immensely. "This way, Miss Jones" he said, the ominous smile still plastered on his lips. I was so scared that I couldn't move my feet, I couldn't move any part of my body for that matter.
After a moment, I could feel Dr. Grant place a firm hand on my back and gently push me forward, "Go with the nice man, Summer" he said, now also sounding ominous, which only increased my worry, and I was beginning to shake all over. The older man reached out and took my shaking arm, "Don't worry, Dr. Grant. We will take care of her" he said, not taking his eyes off of me, nor did the smile falter. Like a resisting child, he pulled me forward, and down the forever long hallway, my feet dragging against the cement floor as I was pulled along, zombie-fied.
As we walked, there were many other people dressed in white overcoats, though I could not see any of their faces, whether it was I was so terrified or because they didn't want me to see their faces, I didn't know. Finally, we came to a large gray door, the man pulling the door open with his free hand, before turning back to me with that evil smile. "Go on in, Miss Jones" he said slowly. Again, I could not move, however, when I looked inside the room, it looked pitch black, despite the light now streaming in from the hallway.
After a long moment, I felt the man place a hand on my back, and before I could protest, pushed me inside. I stumbled into the darkness, somehow recovering my footing surprisingly quick, and went to turn back to protest to the man, however, he had shut the door with a loud bang, leaving me in the dark. "Hello?" I called into the darkness, feeling like it was the only thing to do. As if answering my call, the lights flicked on, momentarily blinding me, and I tried shielding my eyes.
Once I recovered, I suddenly could not feel the cotton of my shirt or the jeans against my legs. Confused, I looked down and was shocked to now see me dressed in a white jumpsuit with short sleeves like a shirt, and what looked like matching slippers on my feet. What is going on?. In my confusion I glanced around the now brightly lit room, and was even more shocked to notice there was now a steel table in the middle of the room, large computer monitors and other technical looking stuff surrounding the table in a half moon shape. It kind of reminded me of a surgery rooms with the glass roof where you can watch the surgery from, like from the Simpsons.
"What's going on?. Where is everyone?" I asked into the darkness, and again, as if answering me, another light flicked on, this time outside the room, to reveal Dr. Grant, and two other people dressed in the white overcoats viewing me through the glass of another room above this one. "Don't worry, Summer. It will all be over soon" I heard Dr. Grant speak through the microphone in front of him. Before I could question him, two big guys, now dressed in black jumpsuits suddenly grabbed me out of nowhere, and began forcing me towards the metal table, their large hands wrapped tightly against my tiny arms.
I tried my best to restrain, scream anything that would help me get loose or stop them however, the all, even Dr. Grant ignored my protests and soon I found my arms, legs and even head strapped to the metal table with large leather straps. My heart was pounding in my ears, a cold sweat dripped down my face and down my arms as I waited for something to happen. Dr. Grant suddenly appeared beside me. "This is all for the best, Summer" he smiled down at me, though this time, it didn't help any.
"What are you going to do to me, you sick freak!" I shouted, letting all my anger out. "Well, you see Summer. I am a scientist, and when I recently discovered that certain children had developed these unique abilities, I had decided to inspect this, to bring them here, and study them" he said, though I didn't like any word of it. "Study?" I asked, scared of his meaning. A smile grew across his face, and that is when it dawned on me, the real reason I was here. "So, you lock on the special ability kids, gain their trust and lead then lead them here to dissect them?" I accused, horrified.
"Dissect is such a horrible word. I like study better" he said, chuckling. I began squirming more now, hoping my sweaty body would someone slip out of one of my restrains, but to no avail. "Start up the machine!" I heard Dr. Grant yell to someone else in the room, and instantly the silence was broken by a large buzzing sound, something that sounded like a table saw or something. Hearing the buzzing getting louder and louder, I kicked up my ecape plans and struggled more fiercely. I groaned as I still found myself unable to slip out, dang these guys tightened the straps well!. Really well!.
Suddenly, a large half laser, half saw looking machine came into my view and my heart seemed to drop down into my stomach. This was it, I was going to die, there was nothing I could do but pray. As the death machine slowly loomed closer, I shut my eyes tight in anticipation, my thoughts turned to my parents, the image of them waving goodbye from the open doorway to our house, tears in their eyes. I love you, Mom and Dad!. "This will all be over soon, Summer!" I heard Dr. Grant say slowly. "This won't hurt a bit".
I suddenly shot up in my seat, my breathe coming out heavy and cold sweat dripping from my face. It took me a moment to realize I was still in Dr. Grant's Toyota, my breathing calmed as I took in the small car, I was still sitting in the seat, seat belt on, the radio still blaring, and Dr. Grant looking at me with a look of confusion and worry. It also took me another moment to realize that the car was no longer running. "Are you alright, Summer?" Dr. Grant asked, offering me a couple of Kleenex from the box that rested in the holder between us.
I took them gratefully. "Yeah. I will be fine, bad dream" I mumbled as I wiped my face clean. I flipped the visor down to glance at myself in the mirror, not really surprised at my snow white reflection and dark circles under my eyes. "Where are we?" I asked, once I determined that I had all the sweat cleared from my face. "We are here" Dr. Grant smiled over at me. I think my heart just sped up again.
Author's Note: Hey its me again!. Scary dream huh?. Other than that I hope you enjoyed it. I am on vacation for the weeke at the moment but I am planning on getting this done!. Please review and tell me what ya think. AND, Did I mentoin, Im sorry xinfinity? ok, great!. Thanks for reading. :).
xo DSB
