Chapter 21

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Its been a busy month and I haven't had a lot of time to work on my writing. I'm trying something different with this chapter. The first part is going to be a flashback but I'll get back to the present at the end.

As always reviews and tips are appreciated.

Sarah stared and the rusty metal walls of the holding cell. She drew her legs in and rested her chin on her knees. The room was a complete disaster.

Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was sick and tired of losing control. "It all be over soon." She whispered to herself. She couldn't believe that this is how it would end.

She reminisced about all the failures. To broken bottle on her bedroom carpet. The knife and blood soaked towels. Night after sleepless night looking down at the gleaming pistol in her hand. There was always something that kept her alive.

Some would have said that it was a mothers love to find her daughter. But it was more than just love. Sarah felt slightly sick. She didn't want to remember the chain that bound her. Perhaps she had known all these years, which is why she had tried to end her life.

They had told her it was a suicide mission. But the way she saw it, there was no bad ending. If she had succeeded, then Lisa would be safely in her arms again. But she had failed. And now she simply had to wait for her death.

Her eyes opened as the sound of a door scrapping open reached her ears. Sarah looked up. Speak of the devils. She thought as her two least favorite people walked into the room. Garrett Robertson looked around the cell and picked up one of the office chairs that lay on the floor. His wife simply leaned against the wall.

A twisted smile crossed Sarah's lips when she looked at Emily Robertson's hollowed checks. "Haven't found a replacement yet Emily." She said in a very snide tone. "I'd give you mine, but you probably would think it disgusting to know what passed by them."

Sarah flashed her teeth. Emily glared. Sarah had knocked out all her teeth and broken her jaw after she made it clear what she though of Little Sisters, past and present.

Garrett cleared his throat. Sarah slowly straightened her legs, careful not to irritate the cuts under her shackled ankles. She stared up at the aging man. "Yes?" She said rather sarcastically.

"Miss McKinnley. We would like to talk to you before your...departure." Garrett said placing his fingertips together. "I have only one question that I would like to answer. What exactly was your motivation to take our lives?"

Sarah's features hardened. As burning anger was sweeping across her body, but she kept her composure. "Perhaps you should ask Lisa." Her voice was filled with venom.

Garrett leaned back. There was something about his smile that disturbed Sarah. "It seems strange though. We have had plenty of angry and anguished parents come to us. However you were the first to attempt murder."

Sarah clenched her fists. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her hands around his throat, but the chains were holding her back. Garrett's smile widened. "How long have you known?" He said with an air of smugness.

The anger drained from her body and fear creeped in. "What?" Her chest tightened. She could hardly breath.

"How long have you known about the slug that currently resides in your body?" Sarah's eyes widened in horror. How did they know? She pushed her fear away and stared up defiantly.

"What does it matter? I'm going to die soon anyway. Why don't you harvest all of my ADAM and share it with your Splicer followers?" Her voice was cold and determined.

"So you want to die? Hmm." Garrett said. "Most people fear death, but you pray for it. Perhaps you fear the alternative." He raised this hand to his chin.

"The alternative?" It was impossible to hide her fear now. Emily smirked. She hated the way they were staring at her. They seemed to feed of her fear and anguish.

"After some thought, we have found that you are not mentally fit to be accountable for your actions. So Miss McKinnley, you will be enrolled in the Protector Program."

Sarah's rage exploded. She lunged for Garrett Robertson and managed to wrap her shackles around his neck. "You bastards. You cheated me." She screamed in his face. He tried desperately to force her off, but she was unnatural strong.

She hardly registered the bolt of electricity that struck her back. Her limp body slipped off of Garrett Robertson. He picked himself up and stared down at the weakened young woman. She released a painful groan, her eyelids fluttering.

"Tsk tsk. Perhaps if you learned to control that temper, you wouldn't be in this mess." He said wagging his finger.

"I'll be back..." Sarah said weakly as the two armed guards rush in and drag her away.

They transport her to the Inner Sanctuary. When they enter the room, the first thing that she noticed was the chair. They secured her to the chair with the heavy leather straps. Her eyes ran over the room, analyzing the tools that would seal her fate. They came to rest on the suit that was hanging on the wall with the new brass helmet and armor sitting on the table in front.

"Now Miss McKinnley just relax. It will all be over soon." Said the scientist as he approached her.

"Darlin'? Wake up!" Greyman was leaning over Sister 419. She slowly rolled over on her side and pushed herself up. She felt drained. She had expected that discovering her past would make her feel better. It would make her whole again.

Instead it gave her this horrible empty feeling. Now she knew not only the torment she had suffered, but the life that they had stolen away. Worse, she knew that they had her daughter. 419 realized that that was what she was searching for, the little piece that she was always missing.

There was only one thing she could do. She would stop at nothing until Lisa was safely back in her arms. And god help anyone who stand in her way.