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.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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!)
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.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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!)
