Chapter 10: Reminiscence: part one

I can honestly say, that at this point, I don't remember too much of the trip to Montana. Sleep is amazing. From what I hear from Samuel I didn't miss much. There was a car accident about ten minutes after crossing the border, and then there was a car chase two hours ago. Nothing that exciting.

"So did you sleep well?" Sam asked, "You didn't make a sound."

I looked at him confused. I stirred in my chair to get comfortable; I hate his van. I thought about his question and decided that there were only two answers to it: yes or no.

"I dreamt a lot, slept well I think though," I replied, "why?"

"I don't know," he said, "most of us haven't slept well since this whole thing started is all."

Okay

We drove for a while in silence. Sam asked if I was hungry. It was ten in the morning, and neither one of us had eaten since lunch the day before. We found a Mc Donald's and pulled into the drive-through.

After we ordered our food, and were back on the road, Sam began to ramble.

"This type of thing hasn't happened in years. The last time it did though, we were to late. Adam was furious. He swore that he would never let anyone else die in his hands. That is why he is so intent on finding out who did this to you."

His voice trailed off a bit before continuing.

"It was his fiancé, the one that died. Her name was Sara, she was the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen: long black wavy hair, about 5'6", and deep blue eyes. Adam was in love at first sight. They had a lot of plans those two—everything was set. From the wedding, to the house. But then "He" got to her, and "His" men got to her. Then she was drugged and tested…"

I froze.

They took her to an old abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere, and locked her up. Those bastards didn't allow her any freedom at all. They beat her daily, and used experimental drugs on her and left needle marks all along her body. They extracted her DNA, and fused it to create people like you; beasts. But that didn't last long. When Adam found out, he flipped, and almost killed everyone that got in his way. But when he got drunk one night, he called my father, the marrok and me to help him. We flew out the next available flight. My father is a man, not to be screwed with. Let me tell you……." He paused slightly to take a sip of coffee from Mc Donald's. "He regulates the movement of the packs in the United States. When he heard what had happened, he organized them into one place and began to plan a way top find Sara and her Captors. I've never been so scared of two men in my life."

I shifted in my seat. Sleeping, as necessary as it is, is not fun to do in a car. I always become stiff afterwards.

Sam continued talking without realizing I had lost interest half-way through.

"Word never got to them apparently. For when we got there….."

POP!

My ear began ringing like an old 1950's school bell. I raised my hand to my ear, and attempted to cease the ringing. No use.

"We had to go through at least eighteen people: ten guards, and eight scientists. It was a rather big building, at least bigger than what we thought. Adam wouldn't let anyone stop him from getting to Sara. He went berserk. None of the eighteen people could stop him on his way through the building. The biggest shock still, would have been when we saw Sara's condition."

The young girl flashed into my head as he continued.

"She was almost dead. That was obvious, you could tell just by looking at her. We didn't need medical personnel to tell us that. She was as white as a ghost, and she had needle marks all along her body. She was in the farthest corner of the building, in a room with one window, and an entire wall rigged with cages. I remember not liking the building much, it was dull. White walls, No furniture, nothing. There was one feature that stood out though. A giant metal door, most likely reinforced was the only way in, or out, of the room. I Hated it. Adam though—shit; he was so made when he saw how she was treated. He broke her cage open, and then brought her to safety before giving her medical attention. When we went back, we had to do everything we could to keep him for killing the scientists."

"Sam, Stop the car," I said, "Pull over, and STOP THE CAR!!!"

He looked at me confused. "W-why, what's the matter?"

"Just do it."

He pulled the car over after he went though the traffic light.

"Allen, what's Going on?" he asked.

"I was there. At that building. Being tested on, drugged, tortured…"I said without making eye contact. "He's still alive"