**Chapter 5**
"Woah, sit down, what on earth are you talking about?" Dr. Masser asked her.
"No, you see, you don't understand, nobody understands." Syd got up and tried to leave
the room, but the handle on the door was locked.
"What you need to do, Ms. Bristow, is sit back down so that I can give you
your prescription."
"NO! Don't you see?"
"See what?"
"Sloane wants me to get a prescription, but it won't help me at all, I'm not hearing
voices in my head at all, this is what the Rambadli device does, it controls someone. I'm his
test subject, his guenia pig."
"Agent Bristow, now I know this is hard for you, but you need to take your medicine."
"Just give me the pills, I need to go and find Vaughn." and with that I ran to the
door, picked the lock, and ran out of the building. It was only until I was outside that I
wondered how I was going to get home. Vaughn had said that he was going to come pick
me up, but he probably wasn't coming until later. So I started running. There were a thousand
thoughts spinning around in my head. I had to tell someone what was happening. But nobody
would believe me, because everyone thought that I was nuts.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Vaughn's car. I ran up to him, as he pulled over.
"Syd...wha..what are you doing here?"
"Vaughn, ____"
"You, you should be with the doctor, why-why" Vaughn yelled.
"Michael. Listen to me, I'm not crazy, I know what's going on, but nobody believes
me because you all think that I'm losing my mind, but I'm not, listen to me."
Michael swallowed, and took a deep breath. I didn't think he was going to
say anything, so I went to get in the car, but, Vaughn stopped me, and grabbed my hand.
"I believe you, Syd. What do you want to tell me?"
I stared into his hazel eyes, until I could see myself in them staring back at me.
He touched my face. "I can help you out, Syd, just tell me what you think is going on."
"Vaughn, it's the Rambaldi device. I -I think that it's really powerful. It can control you, let
your mind think whatever the other person wants you to think. I don't know how--but, it's making me
see all of these images and people that aren't real." I stopped and he was quiet.
"How do you know this?" he finally asked.
"Becuase, when I was with the psychiatrist, she was asking me all these questions,
and I kept seeing all of these flashes. The last thing I saw was Sloane, and he was standing in
front of the machine. That's why I think It's called, The Telling. The person in control can tell
you what you're going to see. Somehow, with that machine, he's controlling me."
"Why would that help Sloane, making you see different things that aren't real?"
"I dunno, that's what we need to figure out."
"Okay, well, I think we should go research this. First, I'm going to contact Kendall,
and tell him that you're okay, and you're not crazy. But he'll think I'm crazy after I tell him
this theory."
"My dad'll help us, Vaughn. Together we can all get to Sloane, figure out this
stupid Prophecy that's destroying our lives, and then--then maybe we can go to Santa Barbara."
"You remember that?"
"Of course, did you think I'd forget?"
"Of course not"
The last thing I felt was his soft lips touching mine. Then, he whispered into my ear,
"Let's go do that research now."
How can one thing tear us apart
And drag us so far away
How can one thing ruin our destiny
And take away everything important to me
When will I wake up from this life
And destroy this prophecy
"Woah, sit down, what on earth are you talking about?" Dr. Masser asked her.
"No, you see, you don't understand, nobody understands." Syd got up and tried to leave
the room, but the handle on the door was locked.
"What you need to do, Ms. Bristow, is sit back down so that I can give you
your prescription."
"NO! Don't you see?"
"See what?"
"Sloane wants me to get a prescription, but it won't help me at all, I'm not hearing
voices in my head at all, this is what the Rambadli device does, it controls someone. I'm his
test subject, his guenia pig."
"Agent Bristow, now I know this is hard for you, but you need to take your medicine."
"Just give me the pills, I need to go and find Vaughn." and with that I ran to the
door, picked the lock, and ran out of the building. It was only until I was outside that I
wondered how I was going to get home. Vaughn had said that he was going to come pick
me up, but he probably wasn't coming until later. So I started running. There were a thousand
thoughts spinning around in my head. I had to tell someone what was happening. But nobody
would believe me, because everyone thought that I was nuts.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Vaughn's car. I ran up to him, as he pulled over.
"Syd...wha..what are you doing here?"
"Vaughn, ____"
"You, you should be with the doctor, why-why" Vaughn yelled.
"Michael. Listen to me, I'm not crazy, I know what's going on, but nobody believes
me because you all think that I'm losing my mind, but I'm not, listen to me."
Michael swallowed, and took a deep breath. I didn't think he was going to
say anything, so I went to get in the car, but, Vaughn stopped me, and grabbed my hand.
"I believe you, Syd. What do you want to tell me?"
I stared into his hazel eyes, until I could see myself in them staring back at me.
He touched my face. "I can help you out, Syd, just tell me what you think is going on."
"Vaughn, it's the Rambaldi device. I -I think that it's really powerful. It can control you, let
your mind think whatever the other person wants you to think. I don't know how--but, it's making me
see all of these images and people that aren't real." I stopped and he was quiet.
"How do you know this?" he finally asked.
"Becuase, when I was with the psychiatrist, she was asking me all these questions,
and I kept seeing all of these flashes. The last thing I saw was Sloane, and he was standing in
front of the machine. That's why I think It's called, The Telling. The person in control can tell
you what you're going to see. Somehow, with that machine, he's controlling me."
"Why would that help Sloane, making you see different things that aren't real?"
"I dunno, that's what we need to figure out."
"Okay, well, I think we should go research this. First, I'm going to contact Kendall,
and tell him that you're okay, and you're not crazy. But he'll think I'm crazy after I tell him
this theory."
"My dad'll help us, Vaughn. Together we can all get to Sloane, figure out this
stupid Prophecy that's destroying our lives, and then--then maybe we can go to Santa Barbara."
"You remember that?"
"Of course, did you think I'd forget?"
"Of course not"
The last thing I felt was his soft lips touching mine. Then, he whispered into my ear,
"Let's go do that research now."
How can one thing tear us apart
And drag us so far away
How can one thing ruin our destiny
And take away everything important to me
When will I wake up from this life
And destroy this prophecy
