Chapter 3
2002 October 18, Never Never Land
The guards stamped down the hall, handling her roughly, arms linked at her elbows dragging her body with them. She resisted slightly to their annoyance, she despised being treated like this, a piece of meat and a brain like a hard drive as far as they were concerned. All of it at the disposal of the government. Their property. Ready to be disposed of. They swung around the corner and threw her into her room. Unknowingly she'd directed them to his room, and it took a while to realise this and a single moment later for it to sink in. Dead?? For all the death-defying missions he'd been on he'd always come back home, the hero, forever the unsung hero. Hansen Island too, seemed better right now. better off insane than dead. Specially when you're not insane. But had he known that? A month in there where everyone's convinced you are your medical record, could he have thought he was. could he not stand the memories. Because escaping the institute had been like taking the memories away, burying them and for him returning was like being buried once more with them. Did he really? Suicide...? No, no, wasn't him, he wouldn't, he couldn't do that to us. Forsake the world. We all need him.he wouldn't. She buried he head in her body, screwed up into a bundle lying by the bedside, crying.
Had they lied? Maybe it was a ruse. It had after all appeared to be his last resort in the interrogation. It might be, wasn't so far fetched as it sounded. She screamed to herself inside her mind. //Arghhhhh//. She sobbed out loud, no one would hear her in here. Guards didn't give a damn anyhow. Would they tell her what the truth was? Would it even cross their minds to tell her that it was true or wasn't? The idea hurt though. That he was there, dead or just in fear for his life. Uncut nails...? What was that about? Not an easy or accidental death, no, a timed and precise one. Just five minutes to it. Of course he had been trained in ways to kill and quite possibly might know how he could do such a thing to himself, but still of all the ways to go it was so so stupid despite the ingeniousness of it.
She just wanted to curl up for days, to cry for the millions who could die because of the idiocy of men like director kline, even more though for the man who's death meant the end of the world - if only for her.
2002 October 18, Never Never Land
The guards stamped down the hall, handling her roughly, arms linked at her elbows dragging her body with them. She resisted slightly to their annoyance, she despised being treated like this, a piece of meat and a brain like a hard drive as far as they were concerned. All of it at the disposal of the government. Their property. Ready to be disposed of. They swung around the corner and threw her into her room. Unknowingly she'd directed them to his room, and it took a while to realise this and a single moment later for it to sink in. Dead?? For all the death-defying missions he'd been on he'd always come back home, the hero, forever the unsung hero. Hansen Island too, seemed better right now. better off insane than dead. Specially when you're not insane. But had he known that? A month in there where everyone's convinced you are your medical record, could he have thought he was. could he not stand the memories. Because escaping the institute had been like taking the memories away, burying them and for him returning was like being buried once more with them. Did he really? Suicide...? No, no, wasn't him, he wouldn't, he couldn't do that to us. Forsake the world. We all need him.he wouldn't. She buried he head in her body, screwed up into a bundle lying by the bedside, crying.
Had they lied? Maybe it was a ruse. It had after all appeared to be his last resort in the interrogation. It might be, wasn't so far fetched as it sounded. She screamed to herself inside her mind. //Arghhhhh//. She sobbed out loud, no one would hear her in here. Guards didn't give a damn anyhow. Would they tell her what the truth was? Would it even cross their minds to tell her that it was true or wasn't? The idea hurt though. That he was there, dead or just in fear for his life. Uncut nails...? What was that about? Not an easy or accidental death, no, a timed and precise one. Just five minutes to it. Of course he had been trained in ways to kill and quite possibly might know how he could do such a thing to himself, but still of all the ways to go it was so so stupid despite the ingeniousness of it.
She just wanted to curl up for days, to cry for the millions who could die because of the idiocy of men like director kline, even more though for the man who's death meant the end of the world - if only for her.