"She stabbed a colonel and almost killed him. You think that's excusable? That's ridiculous."
My eyes fluttered open from the sound and instantly my arms flew up to shield them from the sudden light. Or tried to, but they were stuck. I looked down; my hands were chained to a chairs armrests. What the… My arms yanked and yanked at the cuffs, but found no release. I sighed and gave up. Where was I? My eyes roamed around the room. Besides me and the chair, the room was empty save a long table in front of me and a chair opposite of mine. On the wall to my left was what looked like a mirror, but was actually a one way mirror, and on the far wall was a door. Locked. I was in an interrogation room. Where was Xavier? Eve? Cope? I didn't know.
"Come on, Steve." The voices continued. Two men, they were. "When you see her, you'll know she's innocent. She didn't know what she was doing. Please give her a chance."
"She injured one of my best men. He could be out there killing those darned creatures instead of lying on a hospital bed! And we have to pay money for his care, but you're standing up for this girl? You met her once, for Pete's sakes. And you were what, five?"
"Twelve."
"Twelve, whatever. I'll judge this girl myself. You stay quiet." Footsteps clomped, nearing. Closer, closer. The knob on the door turned.
My eyes fell on the door; waiting. They were here. The door pushed open and four men stepped inside, two of them positioned as guards. The door clicked closed, leaving us in silence. The older man, Steve, who was staring at me with hatred, was an old, bulky, man with gray hair streaking his black hair, and an ugly, protruding scar ran from his right temple down to his eye and then to his cheek. Past his eyes that could kill.
I shivered as his eyes rested on me, quickly looking away. The other was a young man, a few years older than me, maybe 19 or 20, was tall, lanky, and striking. His hair was long and a light brown color, and his skin was a nice tan. His eyes were a beautiful black, and his nose rested perfectly upon his face. This one, unlike the old man, gave me a tiny smile when he looked at me. My lips curled up on their own.
"Okay, let's get down to business," Steve said, clapping his hands together. I shuddered from the loud echo of the sound. "Tell me, miss-," he stopped, turning to his colleague. "What is it?" The young man muttered something I couldn't hear and Steve turned back to me. "Wither, yes. Miss Wither."
Wheels turned in my head, spinning out of control. They new my name. That meant they new everything about me. And my mom.
Steve noticed the panick in my eyes and smirked. "Yes, we know who you are. We know all about you. Your family. Your dad, mom." He snorted, then got serious again. "Your mom, where is she?" He practically shouted this. But why did he want my mom? He barely knew her.
"I don't know where she is," I said, truthfully. But I really wish I did.
Steve slammed his hands down on the table, making me jump. Well, as much as I could jump while chained to a chair. "Oh really? You don't know where she is. Well, according to the witnesess you were the last person to see her. You should know where she is."
Witnesess? Really? He was probably making that part up.
"I really don't know where she is." I tried to sound nonchalant. "The last thing she told me-" I yawned. "She told me she was going to visit her friend, what's her name again? Peregrine, yes. And, uh, speaking of friends, where are mine? Weren't those soldiers excavating the woods? Yeah, they were. So, if you haven't found them yet I'll need you and your men to go find them." I paused, waiting for a response. There was none. "Chop, chop," I added.
A giggle errupted in the corner. It was the colleague. His hands covered mouth, trying to hold in his laughter, but when Steves deadly gaze landed on him, his laughter turned into coughing fits.
I almost laughed myself.
"Miss Wither," Steve said. "This is not the time to joke. I shall tell you the city has been evacuated and your friends probably followed along. If they're smart enough that is. Now we're on lockdown, but that does not elimate the crisis, those... What shall I say? Beasts. We also are not certain how viral the disease is, but hopefully it is suppressed within the boundaries of this city. What we do know is that this news cannot spread. The army can't know anything about this."
I gave him a questioning look. "I thought you were the army."
He laughed. "No miss. We're the government."
"Hmmm. Interesting. So you're telling me that the government was stupid enough to house a bunch of zombies while knowing something like this could happen?" I asked, amazed. Astounded.
"We didn't know-"
I interrupted him. "Does the president know about this?" It was a random question, but I wanted to know the answer. If the president knew what was happening, he would surely go berserk. Once, when a meteoroid was told to be on course for impact in the U.S, he sent out at least three rockets to blow it up.
The meteoroid was the size of my fist.
Steve looked wary when I mentioned the president. I didn't blame him though. President Burten was the worst president in the history of histories. I didn't know why, or how, he got elected. But then again, he did promise all Americans free icecream for a month. They were so gullible. Such a disgrace. No wonder China had bypassed Americas economy, education, and the scientific/mathmetic industry. Maybe they had time travel or probably had asians living on distant planets.
"The president doesn't know anything about this," Steve answered. "And I plan to keep it that way. That's off topic, though. You're mother has the cure. I'm sure of it. When-"
"What? There's a cure?" I asked. This surprised me. Cope had stated there was no cure, but now Steve was countering it. And he said my mother had it. That meant...
"Yes," Steve replied. "When your mom and I worked together at the NSRF, we thought that if we discovered a cure for any type of disease, defect, cancer, the works, then we could rule the world. We were genuises, or so we thought. Our students were eager to help and we couldn't refuse. We tested them, and as you see, it didn't result in what was expected. So we searched and searched for a cure. And I found one. But she, your mother... One day it was there and the other, gone. I asked your mother about it, but she said nothing. I knew she had it. She was keeping it from me. I loved her, so much, but couldn't hold in my anger. I got thrown into jail for abusive behavior." He began to sound carried away. And his eyes were wet. What a wimp.
"I didn't know she had cancer," he continued. "She never told me. I... I didn't even know she was pregnant with you." He smiled, staring into the distance. "I was going to be a father."
He stopped, coming back to reality. I froze too.
"Wait," I said. "You're...you're telling me that you're my... my dad?"
Yes was all he could say.
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