Chapter 3: The arrival
"Well guys this is it, this is the end of our journey," The leader of or clan said as the gate become visible in the horizon.
Gabriel took a swig of his water bottle and tried to catch up with my long strides. Yes indeed this is it, no more worrying about jets, time to set my plan up for freedom. It's time for me to feel like I belong.
"Jonas, where are we going?" Gabe inquired.
"Well Gabe we are going to a place that lets us be free."
"What is free?"
"Well it's, more like a feeling than a thing."
"I don't understand."
"You will Gabe, later you will."
I held onto his tiny hand. He was already full of questions now about why we had to travel and what the jets were. It is hard for me to really explain these things to him; there is a very limited understanding between us.
"Well you guys lets take a rest we will be walking for a few more hours, and I'm sure some of you need a nap. So cook your lunches and get some sleep because next time there will be no stopping."
"Are you hungry Gabe, now is the time to eat, because we won't be able to stop for sometime."
"Yeah, but I have to go to the bathroom," Gabe said running towards a nearby bush.
I sat down in the grass next to one of my new friends, Lars. He had taken out some his supplies to cook something.
"Hey Jonas, this is exciting isn't it, I mean like in less then a day we will have a warm bed and a house forever."
"Yeah, finally a stable life; and no more of this," I said pointing over to the crude fire Lars was making to cook.
Lars laughed.
"You are a spoiled one Jonas."
I laughed this time. There was no way I could have even survived this being spoiled. Lars is not really that much older then me. He's 18 and ran because he had broken a rule and refused to be released. But I guess this whole clan thing doesn't really matter anymore, we are so close to our civilization. And lingering in the past will just set me back.
"Hey Jonas, where's your little tagalong, Gabe?" Lars questioned
Lars was right Gabe had been gone for about 20 minutes now.
"I don't know Lars," I replied my brow furrowing.
"I hope the little fellow didn't get lost."
"GABE!" I shouted.
My shout echoed across the green flatlands. I ran over to the bush that he had disappeared behind. I shout again, this time louder. I can feel my eyes burning now. I stand here thinking the worst. Gabriel had been kidnapped.
"But how." I trailed off speaking to someone deep inside myself.
I just stood there going into some strange state. Starting to fold back into my mind, I started to receive visions.
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Jonas' knees collapsed beneath him and he lay there shaking. His eyes rolling back, this was a traumatic process. Jonas saw imagines of men in black tunics coming up behind Gabriel and injecting him with some kind of tranquilizer. Gabe goes limp, and the men carry him off, with no sounds, not footprints. Who were these people? Why Gabe? Why Gabe? This was all Jonas could think of; why Gabe?
"Why, Gabe, why-"
"Jonas, Jonas, wake up; wake up!"
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I woke up exhausted and on a bed. There were sensors attached to my chest. Looking around, I tried to piece together the events that had passed.
"Jonas?"
"Yes?"
A woman in a sterile white outfit on, and steel rimmed glasses walked over to my bed. "So, from what I have heard you just fainted on your way here?"
"Wait, where am I exactly?"
"You are in Shady Falls hospital, in the Great Sanctuary."
"Oh."
This wasn't so bad; even though I didn't get to see our journey into the gates. But no matter I have more important things to think about.
"So Jonas how are you feeling," The doctor said checking my vitals.
"Pretty good."
"No pain, no headache?"
"No."
"Hmm.That's strange. Do you remember anything that happened?"
"No not-"
I started to remember now.
"What?"
"Did they bring a blonde little toddler here when they came in?" I questioned hoping that Gabriel was with the group and safe.
"Uh, no, I didn't see anyone under your age."
"Oh."
I could my face burning as well as my eyes. Where was Gabriel? Who took him, why? I have a pretty good idea about who it was. And if it is who it is then the Giver told someone and they came to stop me by taking Gabriel. They thought they were in danger then, but now, it is strictly personal!
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Today I am getting out of the hospital. They had to do some tests on me before I could go or do anything. And they told me that I needed to go see the leader. I am going to go do that as soon as I get packed up and ready to go from here. I've just gotten out of the shower, I was wondering what I looked like now. I had never really looked in the mirror; there really was no need to look at my reflection.
I saw my lanky muscular build. My face was covered with scattered amounts of facial hair. My jaw was squared and defined. I had once read that in a prehistoric culture, America, they found that facial structure attractive.
"Vain thoughts," I whispered shaking my head and looking away from the mirror and getting dressed.
I couldn't concern myself with thoughts like that. I had a plan, and it was going to be heard. Things were starting to lie out already, I had an appointment with the leader of the civilization and I would certainly get my point across.
"Well guys this is it, this is the end of our journey," The leader of or clan said as the gate become visible in the horizon.
Gabriel took a swig of his water bottle and tried to catch up with my long strides. Yes indeed this is it, no more worrying about jets, time to set my plan up for freedom. It's time for me to feel like I belong.
"Jonas, where are we going?" Gabe inquired.
"Well Gabe we are going to a place that lets us be free."
"What is free?"
"Well it's, more like a feeling than a thing."
"I don't understand."
"You will Gabe, later you will."
I held onto his tiny hand. He was already full of questions now about why we had to travel and what the jets were. It is hard for me to really explain these things to him; there is a very limited understanding between us.
"Well you guys lets take a rest we will be walking for a few more hours, and I'm sure some of you need a nap. So cook your lunches and get some sleep because next time there will be no stopping."
"Are you hungry Gabe, now is the time to eat, because we won't be able to stop for sometime."
"Yeah, but I have to go to the bathroom," Gabe said running towards a nearby bush.
I sat down in the grass next to one of my new friends, Lars. He had taken out some his supplies to cook something.
"Hey Jonas, this is exciting isn't it, I mean like in less then a day we will have a warm bed and a house forever."
"Yeah, finally a stable life; and no more of this," I said pointing over to the crude fire Lars was making to cook.
Lars laughed.
"You are a spoiled one Jonas."
I laughed this time. There was no way I could have even survived this being spoiled. Lars is not really that much older then me. He's 18 and ran because he had broken a rule and refused to be released. But I guess this whole clan thing doesn't really matter anymore, we are so close to our civilization. And lingering in the past will just set me back.
"Hey Jonas, where's your little tagalong, Gabe?" Lars questioned
Lars was right Gabe had been gone for about 20 minutes now.
"I don't know Lars," I replied my brow furrowing.
"I hope the little fellow didn't get lost."
"GABE!" I shouted.
My shout echoed across the green flatlands. I ran over to the bush that he had disappeared behind. I shout again, this time louder. I can feel my eyes burning now. I stand here thinking the worst. Gabriel had been kidnapped.
"But how." I trailed off speaking to someone deep inside myself.
I just stood there going into some strange state. Starting to fold back into my mind, I started to receive visions.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~
Jonas' knees collapsed beneath him and he lay there shaking. His eyes rolling back, this was a traumatic process. Jonas saw imagines of men in black tunics coming up behind Gabriel and injecting him with some kind of tranquilizer. Gabe goes limp, and the men carry him off, with no sounds, not footprints. Who were these people? Why Gabe? Why Gabe? This was all Jonas could think of; why Gabe?
"Why, Gabe, why-"
"Jonas, Jonas, wake up; wake up!"
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I woke up exhausted and on a bed. There were sensors attached to my chest. Looking around, I tried to piece together the events that had passed.
"Jonas?"
"Yes?"
A woman in a sterile white outfit on, and steel rimmed glasses walked over to my bed. "So, from what I have heard you just fainted on your way here?"
"Wait, where am I exactly?"
"You are in Shady Falls hospital, in the Great Sanctuary."
"Oh."
This wasn't so bad; even though I didn't get to see our journey into the gates. But no matter I have more important things to think about.
"So Jonas how are you feeling," The doctor said checking my vitals.
"Pretty good."
"No pain, no headache?"
"No."
"Hmm.That's strange. Do you remember anything that happened?"
"No not-"
I started to remember now.
"What?"
"Did they bring a blonde little toddler here when they came in?" I questioned hoping that Gabriel was with the group and safe.
"Uh, no, I didn't see anyone under your age."
"Oh."
I could my face burning as well as my eyes. Where was Gabriel? Who took him, why? I have a pretty good idea about who it was. And if it is who it is then the Giver told someone and they came to stop me by taking Gabriel. They thought they were in danger then, but now, it is strictly personal!
* * *
Today I am getting out of the hospital. They had to do some tests on me before I could go or do anything. And they told me that I needed to go see the leader. I am going to go do that as soon as I get packed up and ready to go from here. I've just gotten out of the shower, I was wondering what I looked like now. I had never really looked in the mirror; there really was no need to look at my reflection.
I saw my lanky muscular build. My face was covered with scattered amounts of facial hair. My jaw was squared and defined. I had once read that in a prehistoric culture, America, they found that facial structure attractive.
"Vain thoughts," I whispered shaking my head and looking away from the mirror and getting dressed.
I couldn't concern myself with thoughts like that. I had a plan, and it was going to be heard. Things were starting to lie out already, I had an appointment with the leader of the civilization and I would certainly get my point across.