Disclaimer: See chapter 1
A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to post the next chapter. I've been a little busy. Enjoy.
Chapter 2: Running
"You're running from the demons
that would drag you down again"
The Centre was elated. It now had its most precious project back. Although, at the moment, the project was of no use to them. Jarod lay in a coma in the infirmary. And nothing anyone did could get him to come out of it.
The doctors and nurses were all puzzled over it. Jarod had only been shot in the shoulder, not in any vital part of his body. He should be fine, even though he had fallen after he had gotten shot. But, the fall shouldn't have put him in a coma, either. He had fallen on his side, not his head. So, why was he in a coma?
Rumors were going around that Jarod would never come out of the coma. That he was in one because Miss Parker had shot him, which had never happened before. But these were just rumors, probably started by some Sweeper who didn't know his left hand from his right.
But, the truth still remained: Jarod was in a coma and he wasn't coming out.
* * *
Miss Parker was hailed as a hero around the Centre for bringing Jarod back. Looks of respect came from everyone, no matter who they were. She had done what no one else had. And, for once in her life, her father was proud of her.
"Good job, Angel. I knew you could do it. I'm proud of you. You did well." He said, upon her return to the Centre.
Miss Parker was happy. Jarod was finally caught. He would never be allowed to escape again. Centre security would see to that. Once lost, never lost again.
She entered her office and fell into her chair with a sigh. It had been a long, yet very productive, day. Getting up, she began collecting some files she was planning to take home with her. She didn't need them anymore, but she wanted a reminder of what the last few years of her life had been like, running around, chasing Jarod. As she placed them in her briefcase, the intercom buzzed.
"What?" Miss Parker snapped at her secretary.
"Your father would like to see you in his office." The woman said, voice quivering.
"Again?" She had just talked to her father. Why would he want to see her again?
"Yes, ma'am."
"Tell him I'm on my way." Miss Parker walked out the door, past her secretary, and down to her father's office. She knocked on the door when she arrived.
"Come in." A muffled voice said. She entered. Her father was sitting at his desk looking over some papers.
"I wanted to tell you again that you did a good job today, Angel. And that you've been given the next few days off for a job well done. Use them well." He waved his hand to dismiss her.
"Thank you, Daddy." Mr. Parker just nodded his head and grunted. Miss Parker left, already making plans for what she was going to do during the next few days.
* * *
Miss Parker collapsed into bed that night. After coming home, she had gone for a walk and then went out to eat. She was exhausted. A good night's sleep would be good for her. Turning off the light, she slowly drifted off to sleep.
* * *
It was chasing her, but she couldn't identify what it was. She was in the middle of a forest. The branches grabbed her, trying to hold her back. She pushed her way forward, wanting to escape what was behind her. It kept coming closer and closer. She could feel it.
Suddenly, her foot got caught in a hole. She fell to the forest floor in pain. Her scream was cut off by a laugh.
"How does it feel to be the hunted?" A voice taunted her from the trees. Rather than stay there and hear that awful voice, she got up and ran, despite her injured foot.
She ran for longer than she could remember. A paralyzing fear swept over her. The voice still called out behind her. The words were now unrecognizable. She turned around to make sure the thing behind her was still far away, not seeing the hole in front of her. She fell, screaming, into it.
Miss Parker woke up screaming, body drenched in sweat. It was just a dream. She thought to herself. But, that didn't take away the horror of it.
She curled her legs up to her chest. Shuddering, she reached for the phone, planning to call Jarod. She stopped as it hit her; Jarod wouldn't be there to answer. He was in the Centre infirmary, fighting for his life. A sob found its way into her throat. It doesn't matter. She thought to herself. But, deep down it did matter. Though, she couldn't see it. Closing her eyes, she tried to go back to sleep without remembering the dream.
A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to post the next chapter. I've been a little busy. Enjoy.
Chapter 2: Running
"You're running from the demons
that would drag you down again"
The Centre was elated. It now had its most precious project back. Although, at the moment, the project was of no use to them. Jarod lay in a coma in the infirmary. And nothing anyone did could get him to come out of it.
The doctors and nurses were all puzzled over it. Jarod had only been shot in the shoulder, not in any vital part of his body. He should be fine, even though he had fallen after he had gotten shot. But, the fall shouldn't have put him in a coma, either. He had fallen on his side, not his head. So, why was he in a coma?
Rumors were going around that Jarod would never come out of the coma. That he was in one because Miss Parker had shot him, which had never happened before. But these were just rumors, probably started by some Sweeper who didn't know his left hand from his right.
But, the truth still remained: Jarod was in a coma and he wasn't coming out.
* * *
Miss Parker was hailed as a hero around the Centre for bringing Jarod back. Looks of respect came from everyone, no matter who they were. She had done what no one else had. And, for once in her life, her father was proud of her.
"Good job, Angel. I knew you could do it. I'm proud of you. You did well." He said, upon her return to the Centre.
Miss Parker was happy. Jarod was finally caught. He would never be allowed to escape again. Centre security would see to that. Once lost, never lost again.
She entered her office and fell into her chair with a sigh. It had been a long, yet very productive, day. Getting up, she began collecting some files she was planning to take home with her. She didn't need them anymore, but she wanted a reminder of what the last few years of her life had been like, running around, chasing Jarod. As she placed them in her briefcase, the intercom buzzed.
"What?" Miss Parker snapped at her secretary.
"Your father would like to see you in his office." The woman said, voice quivering.
"Again?" She had just talked to her father. Why would he want to see her again?
"Yes, ma'am."
"Tell him I'm on my way." Miss Parker walked out the door, past her secretary, and down to her father's office. She knocked on the door when she arrived.
"Come in." A muffled voice said. She entered. Her father was sitting at his desk looking over some papers.
"I wanted to tell you again that you did a good job today, Angel. And that you've been given the next few days off for a job well done. Use them well." He waved his hand to dismiss her.
"Thank you, Daddy." Mr. Parker just nodded his head and grunted. Miss Parker left, already making plans for what she was going to do during the next few days.
* * *
Miss Parker collapsed into bed that night. After coming home, she had gone for a walk and then went out to eat. She was exhausted. A good night's sleep would be good for her. Turning off the light, she slowly drifted off to sleep.
* * *
It was chasing her, but she couldn't identify what it was. She was in the middle of a forest. The branches grabbed her, trying to hold her back. She pushed her way forward, wanting to escape what was behind her. It kept coming closer and closer. She could feel it.
Suddenly, her foot got caught in a hole. She fell to the forest floor in pain. Her scream was cut off by a laugh.
"How does it feel to be the hunted?" A voice taunted her from the trees. Rather than stay there and hear that awful voice, she got up and ran, despite her injured foot.
She ran for longer than she could remember. A paralyzing fear swept over her. The voice still called out behind her. The words were now unrecognizable. She turned around to make sure the thing behind her was still far away, not seeing the hole in front of her. She fell, screaming, into it.
Miss Parker woke up screaming, body drenched in sweat. It was just a dream. She thought to herself. But, that didn't take away the horror of it.
She curled her legs up to her chest. Shuddering, she reached for the phone, planning to call Jarod. She stopped as it hit her; Jarod wouldn't be there to answer. He was in the Centre infirmary, fighting for his life. A sob found its way into her throat. It doesn't matter. She thought to herself. But, deep down it did matter. Though, she couldn't see it. Closing her eyes, she tried to go back to sleep without remembering the dream.