Chapter 12
A loud clang woke me up and I opened my eyes to darkness. I sat up and waited for my eyes to adjust. I spotted a plate of food and crawled toward it. The light went on as I reached the plate, and I looked at the glass wall to see Damion. I stopped moving and sat there, looking at him.
"We decided that we should still conduct your tests. It might be best if you took a few bites before we started." I stared at him, unflinching. He sighed, then focused all his attention on me. For a moment I didn't feel anything, then a wave of anxiety suddenly came over me. My breaths were coming out in gasps as I hunched over from the emotional assault. The anxious feeling was slowly being replaced by a cold, calculating feeling. I looked back at Damion and felt a subtle hunger. Frightened, I looked around for a solution. My eyes caught sight of a fork on the plate. I reached for it, the movement strained. Grabbing it, I gripped the fork tightly and drove the fork into the stitches on my arm. I collapsed, still driving the fork into my arm, and started to breathe heavily. I closed my eyes and turned my head into the cold ground, vaguely feeling the blood trail down my arm.
"I can make you anything I want you to feel. Of course you probably realize this already." I tried to glare at him, but I think I failed. "I started with anxiety because it stimulates an immediate response. Next I'm going to try happiness, then anger, then varying stages of each." I pulled the fork out of my arm and sat up. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and mentally prepared for the coming onslaught. I opened my eyes, ready for the next attack.
I didn't know where I was, but I was going through some torture. I looked down and saw that I was stabbing myself. That doesn't make sense, why would I stabbed myself. I opened my eyes to a sterile room restrained to a gurney, and hooked up to different monitors. My body felt like I was on fire, and I started thrashing. I heard a door open and turned my head to see Black coming towards me, which caused to start thrashing even more. Black then began petting my head, slowly making my body relax.
"You need to calm down, or your condition will get worse." He informed.
"What happened to me?" I asked, my voice raspy.
"We were testing to see what a subtle, steady exposure of savant talent would do to you, and whether emotional state had any reverence. During the testing you were repeatedly stabbing yourself, we believe that you were trying keep yourself present by focusing on something else. After about four hours, you were showing signs of delirium, your body temperature was rising, and your eyes were glazed over with pupils dilated. We tried to stabilize you to normal, however approaching you evoked some primal response and you attack us. I gave you a large sedative, but it didn't come into affect until half an hour later. We had to restrain you for your own good, and we are going to keep you restrained until you vitals are back to normal."
So the dream was real, well that's nice to know. The power went out suddenly, and Damion burst through the door.
"The FBI are here! We have to leave before the destroy everything." I stilled for a moment, astonished. Uriel's here.
"Take her, I'll go get the baby and meet you on the boat." Well, no way I was going to let that happen. I had to stop that plan from happening. An idea quickly came to me.
"Daddy?" I asked, childlike. Both men focused on me with surprised expressions. "Daddy I'm scared, please don't leave me." Black was the first to regain his seriousness.
"She's probably delirious again. I'll take her, she'll most likely make a scene if you take her. We'll wait out in the shed, then leave when they are all gone." Damion nodded, and went to get baby Mika. Black returned his attention to me and unfastened my restraints. He put his arms around me, and helped me sit up, and stand up. My body suddenly felt heavy, and I leaned against him for support.
"I'm scared." I mumbled.
"Everything's going to be fine. We're just going to a place nearby to prepare for a trip." We started walking out the room and down the hall.
"A trip where?" Keeping up my charade that I was five.
"Some place far away, with no one to hurt us are scare us." His condescending tone was really starting to annoy me. I was feeling weaker by the second and was stumbling every few steps. We reached a staircase and I stared to sway a bit. I had to incapacitate him for a few minutes. I looked at the stairs and the thought of pushing him down them came to mind, but the way he was holding onto me I would probably fall with him. We started going down the stairs, as I weighed the pros and cons of this part of the plan. The chances of you breaking your neck are very slim. Not saying that this isn't a stupid idea, but you've made worse decisions. Thanks me. We reached halfway down the stairs, and I used the last reserve of strength I had to push him down the rest of the stairs. I closed my eyes and felt Black let go of me as we crashed towards the steps. I felt myself rolling and pain exploding kind of, everywhere. When I felt myself stop, I opened my eyes and felt a warm weight across my legs. I lifted up on my left hand, then leaned onto my right so I could see my legs. I managed to notice that my legs were still on the staircase before pain exploded in my wrist, causing me to crash to the floor again. I lifted myself up again , right arm to my chest, and tried to draw my legs out from under the weight. After a few minutes, I managed to bring my legs in, and noticed a numbing pain from my left ankle. After a few deep breaths, I brought my right leg up so I was in a kneeling position. I tried to stand up, but teetered for a moment and started falling to the right. Luckily it was into the wall, and I tried again. After a few minutes, I started walking, unsteadily thanks to my injured ankle. My vision blurred as I walked, and after ten more steps I noticed three figures coming towards me. I stopped and blinked the blurriness away to see Victor, Uriel, and Xav rushing towards me. Feeling renewed, I took a few more steps and managed to stumble into Uriel's arms. I closed my eyes as we wrapped our arms around each other, and savored the sensation of him there.
"Wow. You are the embodiment of hell." I opened my eyes and turned to look at Xav.
"Thanks, I feel it too." I joked, leaning into Uriel. I turned to Victor. "There is a man with a baby nearby, who looks a lot like him. You must get that baby, no matter what." I told him, gesturing to Black on the staircase. Victor nodded, and headed towards the stairs.
"Let's try to fix you up a bit." Xav said, motioning towards me.
"Don't, it will only make me worse." I told him, shrinking away.
"I take it this has something to do with what Black mentioned about you?" Uriel asked, I nodded.
"Yeah, like some freaky psychic OD or withdrawal." I said wearily. My knees buckled, and Uriel picked up my legs.
"You know, I think that's the first time you got swept off your feet." He said. I closed my eyes and smiled at his silliness.
"Bro, she needs to be check out as soon as possible, otherwise she's going to be in a lot of pain."
"What do you suggest, we can't exactly take her to the hospital and tell them that she's over-dosing on savant energy." Uriel retorted.
"Tell them I fainted, and you're taking me home." I whispered. I felt a gentle pressure to my forehead.
"You are just brilliant. Do you know that?"
"Just take me home, beautiful archangel." I soon felt us moving, and began to truly relax.
"What did she call you?" Xav asked.
"I'll tell you later." Was the last thing I heard before passing out.
