Chapter 26

I lay on my bed. I'm too tired to sit up. They still torture me even though I told them everything. They still don't believe that they can't see what I see though. So they electrocute me, kick, throw, or whatever you can name, they do it to me.

"I told you," I croaked out. "You cannot see what I see, you cannot see the monsters or weapons unless if you can see through the mist,"

I let out a weak scream as another electric shock shook my body. My throat was tired from screaming and I was sure that I wouldn't be singing anytime soon. Gods, I didn't even know what I was going to do once I got out—or if I even got to see the light of day. Was I going to act like everything was normal and go back to singing and dancing on Broadway? How was I going to explain the disappearance of Emmet? How was I going to hide all the bruises?

I just didn't know.

I watched feet leave the room except for a pair of high heeled ones. I ignored them and just stared at my hands.

"Look at me when I'm in the room," the voice commanded. I lifted my chin up and saw a redheaded girl. Her blue eyes were angry and full of hate.

"What?" I asked meekly. But my neck was too tired so my head plopped back down onto the mattress.

"It's all your fault!" she screamed. "It's your fault that you put 'ideas' into his head!"

"I was only talking to him," I replied earnestly.

"You made him weak!" she screamed back. "He couldn't even kill a damn Mexican without shooting himself!"

"My fiancé isn't Mexican!" I argued back. "He's half white, half Argentinean! Now if you weren't some dumb bitch then you would fucking know that not every single Hispanic person is Mexican!"

"You don't understand! He wasn't that weak before! He could kill a man without any problem!" she screamed. "We were all trained that way but you broke him! You broke who he was!"

"Who he was?" I hiss. "That damn academy made you and him to what you guys are today! Do you even remember the times before that? Can you think about you, little Lucy, walking hand in hand with your parents and not having a thought about killing somebody who makes you mad? Huh?" My voice cracks in between but it's only because my voice is tired from screaming. I want to just sit in silence but this girl is blaming me for breaking him.

She stares at me. Her eyes still filled with rage and teenage angst. "Well, your boyfriend did. I made him talk about the past," I started, my voice getting softer. "He remembers the ducks at the park and how he and his mother would always feed them bread crumbs whenever they went. He didn't want to kill the ducks, he wanted to hold them, he wanted to feel their soft feathers in his grasp and just stare at him," I stare at her too. "He cried when he thought of those memories, the memories he can never get back,"

She started crying as I went on. "And I feel sorry for you Lucy, I truly do. I'm sorry that your childhood has been robbed from your grasp. I'm sorry that you can't see that life isn't about the government—"

But I break into a scream as hundreds of volts run through my body. Her thumb rests on a button as she glares at me with pure hatred. But I try to ignore the pain and say what I was going to say, "And I am sorry that you can never be happy! I am sorry that you're just like me and you lost what you loved! I am sorry!"

"I AM NOT YOU!" she screamed. "I AM NOT WEAK!"

The shock stopped and I just lay on the bed tired and aching. She shoves me and I roll to the side. "I will never be like you, you freak of nature," she mutters. I don't see her leave but I hear the door shutting violently.

I stare at the ceiling and collect my feelings. I've been doing this a lot lately. I normally didn't do this before all of this happened but recently I've had a lot of time on my hands. I try to figure out how old I am. At this time, I didn't keep track of the months or years since I was too busy running or being tortured. I haven't even bothered to ask where I was or what year it was.

It had seemed so long since I've been in New York though. My eyes widened in fear. I could be 30 something and not even know it. I haven't seen myself in a mirror for so long either. Gods, I didn't even know what I looked like. All I knew was that I had long curly hair from looking down and seeing the curls just chilling on my chest.

I feel so lost. I've lost grasp on the world. I fall into darkness for a while but when I wake up I'm still in the same room.

Every time I fall asleep I always hope that it's all just a bad dream. But I'm always disappointed when I wake up.

One day when they are questioning me I ask, "Where am I?"

They stop talking. "What do you mean?" Agent Mathews asks.

"I mean I want to know what city and state I'm in so I know how far away from home I am," I responded.

"Wiskoga, Arizona," Agent Mathews responds gruffly. "On a government base," I calculate in my head how far away from home it is. I sigh when I realize that if I don't have my shoes then it's gonna take a long time.

I remember that Agent Mathews told me that they had my shoes. They even showed them to me. But whenever I tried to steal them from him they would always electrocute me. I wondered what they did to those shoes. I've had them for ages and I would have been really disappointed if they were destroyed.

I try to count the days without Emmet but I loose count after five. Because each day feels like eternity. It might have seemed corny but imagine losing the person you were going to marry and that you were madly in love with them. When that happens, tell me what's corny and what's not.

I wonder if he's in Elysium. But I have no idea what the Romans think about death. For all I know he could be in the sky just walking around if the Roman's believed in Heaven. It could be possible since the Romans were converted to Christianity though. Romans were confusing. That's why I liked being Greek since those people didn't have the trouble of converting to something else and stayed with the Gods.

But I didn't know if I wanted to believe in them anymore.

Ever since I was locked up I prayed to the Gods to save me from this torture as well as my fiancé. But they never came, they never did.

They ignored my pleas of desperation when I was screaming out to them. Even Hermes. He was one of the more companionate gods. Did he really hate me too?

So then I chose to stop praying. They weren't gonna do anything so why should I be praying?

Time flies by and I find myself being questioned yet again. "I told you! You can't find these places because of the mist!" I yelled.

Agent Mathews turns to his assistants and they talk for a while. I see Lucy giving me some sneering looks and I return with a small smile.

After they finish talking Agent Mathews turns to me and smiles. "You know Desiree, there's a bomb outside," he replied.

I stared at him. "Yea, so what?" I asked.

"Well, we want to test if it'll blow up and we'd like to ask for your permission to set it off,"

I stare at him like he's crazy. "Why do you need my permission?" I ask. "I thought you were trying to get something out of me,"

He smiled. "No, we have everything we need, now do you want to set off the bomb?" he asked.

I blink before saying, "Sure, we're in the middle of nowhere, right?"

A wicked smile flashes across his face. "Alright then, come with me my dear," he picks me up and we walk out of the room into another room. I don't want him touching me as he touches my shoulder. I flinch and he removes his hand. We walk into another room and I feel guns pointing at my head.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask as I look at the barrels of the guns.

"Oh, just to make sure you don't run away," he replies. "Now, press the button,"

I stare at it hesitantly. He could be lying to me. But then again he could be lying to me; this couldn't be a bomb, right? He sees that I'm hesitant and then says, "I promise right after this we'll return your clothes and you can get out of here,"

I stare at the button some more before I slowly press it down with my index finger. I wait for a boom but none comes. I guess the bomb didn't actually work. I stand there confused until I'm ushered out of the room.

My old clothes are handed to me as well as my shoes. I'm about to leave to change when Agent Mathews grabs me by my arm. I feel his hot breath against my ear and I get the memory of that day. Tears roll down my cheeks as he hisses, "You have five hours go get out of this damned country if you know what's good for you,"

And once again I'm confused. What did he mean? I enter my old room and quickly change into my old clothes. I don't need a mirror to see how thin I've become. I hardly fit my old clothes anymore. I slip my shoes on and I leave.

I see Agent Lucy standing outside my door. "I want his clothes back," I command.

"What?" she asks.

My voice is shaky as I repeat, "I want his clothes back, my fiancé's"

She scoffs at me before ordering a nearby agent to go fetch his clothing. "You sad, sad woman," she scoffs as the agent comes back with his clothes. She takes it from him and then shoves it into my hands. "Now leave, I can't stand to be in the same room with one of you,"

As she walks away I'm tempted to choke her to death with a vine to show her that she didn't have to breathe my air. But I don't. I just take a deep breath and walk away. Guards lead me to an exit.

They both have knowing smirks on their faces. I clutch the clothes to my chest. "Better enjoy the sunlight," a guard chuckles. "Well, if there's any,"

I'm confused to what he's saying. They open the door and I close my eyes bracing myself. Excitement rushes through me. I couldn't wait for the sunlight to hit my face and see trees and grass.

'The first thing I'm going to do when I get out is to go to mom.' I think. I step out and I feel concrete on the ground below me. I become even more confused. I thought I was in dusty Arizona. 'Maybe it's just the base.' I think. 'Yes it has to be the base.'

But then I hear screaming. Millions and millions of screams, and the sound of buildings crumbling to the ground.

I open my eyes and scream bloody murder. This isn't Arizona at all. Fear rushes into me to the realization to what I have done.

New York is on fire.

DUN, DUN, DUN! Silly Desiree and how naive you are. Sorry on how short this chapter is but those were all the words that I wanted to use. Don't worry, you'll see what will happen next, I won't keep you hanging, for now…