Traitor

Chapter 4 - You want to keep me?

I woke up later that night in a cold sweat. I

could remember something. I remember dreaming

about blood. Lots of blood. And there were

guns. Lots of those too. I remember being hit.

And I remember killing. Killing a man. And I

remember words. Literally seeing words in my

dream. DUTY. DISIPLINE. MISSION. What on earth

did this all mean? O well. I'll think about it

later. I could smell food and I could tell

Maria and John were deep in conversation. I

could smell food and suddenly realized how

hungry I was! I went down the stairs quietly.

There was no door to the kitchen so when I

stepped down from the stairs Maria stopped

talking in the middle of a sentence and said,

"Hello Jace!" She smiled at me. I smiled back.

"Are you hungry? We're just about to eat. Do

you like chicken?" I nod my head in response.

I'm standing by the table. I feel so much more

comfortable when she tells me what to do. I

don't really like thinking for myself.

Everything is so much easier when she tells me

what to do.

"Come sit over here." John tells me. "Make

yourself at home." Home. What on earth is that?

John must have sensed my confusion because he

started to explain what a home is. "A home is

somewhere where you are comfortable. It's where

you live, where you eat. It's where you keep

your stuff. This isn't your permanent home, but

for right now you can pretend it is." Once

again, I nod.

"Il get the food now. It should be ready. We're

having Chicken Curry. I hope you like it." She

smiled at me again. Why do they keep saying

'hope'? I can never remember in the very

little. But from my dream there was no hope.

None what so ever. Just then Maria realizes

the shocked look I have on my face from the

dream. "What the matter. This isn't about the

food is it?" I shake my head no. "Did you have

a bad dream then?" She asks. At this I nod,

again. She walks away from the stove and hugs

me. " Do you want to tell me what it's about?"

I shake my head no. They wouldn't understand.



We eat our dinner in silence. Maria and John both try a few times to get me to talk. But I

won't. They keep asking me to talk. But I

cannot remember ever talking because someone

asked me to. I can remember being ordered to.

So I decided it is best to stick with what I

can remember. Finally they are done eating.

They tell me it's 9 at night, and that it is

time to go to bed. I do what I'm told. I go

upstairs, change into the nightgown they bought

me. I crawl into my bed but do not fall asleep.

It's not that I don't want to see those

pictures again, because I wouldn't mind, I

would like to remember more, but I can't fall

asleep. I don't remember how I did it before. I

think John told me to go to sleep once I was in

my bed, but they didn't tell me this time.



I lay awake all night. I can hear the big clock

downstairs chiming. The sun starts to raise,

and I feel energetic. That must mean it's time

to get up. So I do. I get dressed in the dark.

I like the dark better. At night all is quiet

and peaceful. I go downstairs and stand looking

out the window. Seven hours later I turn

around. I can hear John and Maria waking up. I

turn back to the window. A few minutes later

hear Maria coming down the stairs. She looks up

at me. She is a little startled.



"Someone is an early riser." I look at her. I

don't know what she means. I stare at her

blankly. She goes into the kitchen, I turn back

to the window, but I am listing to what she is

doing. It sounds like she's making a drink. She

comes into the room. "So you get up early I

see." I turn and nod. "Come sit beside me." I

walk over. She is sitting on something she

called earlier a 'couch'. "John and I were

talking last night to the social services agent

last night and they said that notices have been

out for a week, but no one has reported you

missing, or claimed you. They said that you

were going to need a permanent home." Just

then, John walked into the room, sat down

beside me and finished her sentence.

"So we decided to adopt you. That means you are

going to live with us forever, as long as

that's all right with you." They both looked at

me. I looked back. "You need to give us an

answer." They said together. So I nodded. I

wouldn't mind living with them. They smiled,

and John continued. Today we will be seeing the

social services agent, then we will be going to

the hospital so they can check to see if you've

had your shots. In a few weeks school starts,

so tomorrow we will go to the school to

register you.

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At 10:03 in the morning John and Maria left

with me to see the social services agent. We

arrived 19 minutes later and sat down in the

little room. The Agent was a fairly young

woman with brown hair and eyes. Her name was

Miss. McGonagall. She had her hair in a stiff

bun behind her head. After Maria and John

talked to her for a little while she turn to

me. "So your Jace." I stare at her blankly. "Do

you have a problem with living with John and

Maria for the rest of your life, unless we can

find your real parents?" I stare blankly again.

There's that word again, parents. I still don't

quite understand it. She turned to John and

Maria. "Is she always like this?"

Maria nodded, then added, "Yes, she only said a

few words to the doctor when she woke up. She

didn't even tell us her name. The doctor said

that she couldn't remember it so her told her

to make one up. She didn't say anything, but a

nurse called him into the hall, he put the

clipboard on her bed, and when he came back the

word "Jace" was written in the name spot. He

asked her if that was the name she had chose,

and she nodded." Miss. McGonagall turned back

to Jace and said,

"Well, what's your answer? Do you want to live

with Maria and John." I decided to nod. Sure,

why not? I wouldn't have anywhere else to live.

We left the office. Maria and John had big

smiles on their faces. We left and went to the

hospital. At the hospital we had to wait 27

minutes before they called my name. I went into

the room. I saw Dr. Jason there waiting for me.

"So how are you doing?" I didn't answer. What

does he mean? How am I doing what? I'm not

doing anything? "Still not talking I see. Well,

I'm just going to do a little evaluation to see

how you're doing. Hold out your arms." He

looked at my arms, then he told me to flex

them. He said I had big muscles. Then he looked

at my legs, my back, in my ears and down my

throat. He then listened to my heart when I

breathed in and out. "Now I'm just going to

talk a small blood sample. Then we'll test that

blood to see if you've got your shots so you

are immune to certain diseases." He was amazed

at how I didn't flinch. He told me so. He then

took the blood and put it under a microscope.

As soon as he focused it he said "Wow!" He

looked up at me then back down. He got up in a

rush and came back three minutes later with

another doctor. The doctor looked at the blood

and said the same thing.

"Wow. You know, I have a patient upstairs that

has major blood loss. She about the same age

too. Why don't you finish the test and I'll

talk to the parents." I had no idea what he was

saying, but they both seemed excited. The other

doctor came back into the room 7 minutes later

and nodded. They both smiled. 8 minutes later

Dr. Jason stood up and said,

"Yep, she immune to all the viruses, so she

must have had her shoots. Let's bring her

upstairs so we can transfer it directly.



They brought me upstairs talking excitedly.

They sat me in a room next to a girl sleeping

in a bed. They said she was in a coma. They

stuck a needle in her arm and mine. They told

me if I got sleepy to lay my head down. They

left the room. I wasn't sleepy but I lay my

head down anyway. I felt as if I knew this

blonde girl in the bed. She also seemed

familiar.



Who is this mystery girl? find out next

chapter… (okay, I can't resist……………. It's Syl!)