Alternate Life or Real Life?
CHAPTER 15
Disclaimer: as per chapter 1
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Author's note: Sorry about how long it took to post this and how short this chapter is but I have been 'snowed under' with assessments coming to the end of term three. I am doing my Diploma of Arts in Professional Writing and Editing this year, next year University and a Bachelor's degree but for now I have to write essays, poetry and two presentations as well as continue working on my novel, the updates are another assessment due soon. Ah but it's all good, love being a mature aged student and studying again, especially with my chosen area, writing!
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CHAPTER 15
Dean stared at the still body lying on the cold morgue table, unshed tears in his eyes, turning slowly he limped away using crutches, his left leg encased in a brace. He stopped at the door and turned his head to stare down at the face once more, at least there was no more pain etched on his features, no more dark circles under his eyes, the premature lines caused by worry and chronic pain gone. He looked totally at peace.
Dean hobbled out of the morgue and into the morning sun, with a determined look on his face he slowly made his way to the nearby courthouse, where he took an advantageous position and waited. About an hour later people emerged from the cold and clinical concrete building, Dean slowly moved his right hand to the small of his back, the gun felt comfortable in his grip, no more than comfortable it felt comforting.
He took aim and waited for the perfect opportunity, and then releasing the safety, he let his crutches fall as he readied himself and fired the gun. 'Take that Fucker, that's for Sam!'
Sam screamed again and threw a punch wildly not caring who it connected, he was not going to let that vision happen.
'I told you to clean him up!' Grayson yelled as he strode back into the room carrying a syringe, the orderly stood back his nose spurting blood and mucous, appearing to be broken, Sam hunched over pressed hard against the wall trying to gain his equilibrium, he needed to get out of there and get to Dean.
'He took me by surprise.' The bleeding man protested, 'he busted my nose.'
'Get out of here.' Grayson hissed.
'What is going on here?' The doctor's voice came into the mix, the noise becoming almost unbearable for Sam. With a low growl, he launched himself off the all and propelled himself straight into the doctor.
With a loud whoosh of air, the doctor stumbled backwards stumbling into Grayson. 'Get off me you oaf!' Grayson demanded trying to extricate himself.
Taking the opportunity Sam bolted for the door, his only hope was to get out of the place and to find Dean as soon as possible, there was no way his brother was going to be identifying his body or murdering his supposed killer, not Dean not anyone.
'Get him!'
Sam heard the order go out as he plunged blindly down the winding corridor, this time he was deep under the clinic and hospital. The pathways and corridors criss-crossed and wound around in dizzying patterns.
He could hear the heavy footsteps of whoever was following him, breathing heavily through his mouth he stopped and tried to gain his breath. His head thumped unmercifully and his vision rapidly blurred and went out of focus, as another vision hit him, this time he could see himself standing over Dean's lifeless body, and then he aimed the gun at Dean's murderer, squeezing the trigger gently.
Stumbling Sam fell to his knees, the floor coming up to meet his face as he pitched forward, the humming sound in his ears grew in volume until it deafened him, he could hear laughter but as far as he could tell with his distorted vision, there was no body to go with the laughter.
'Tsk, tsk Samuel trying to run again.' Grayson shook his head as he grabbed Sam's hair; twisting his fingers in it, he cruelly pulled the young man's head back to snapping point. Holding the syringe carefully he made sure that Sam could see it before he plunged it into the exposed artery.
Gasping for air, Sam felt the vile black viscous fluid move through his body, 'why?' He managed to croak out before everything went black. He couldn't remember if Grayson gave him an answer.
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Dean carefully picked the lock, smiling slightly as he heard that certain click, 'still got it.' He whispered as he stood and signalled for his dad to join him.
'Okay ready Dean?'
'Now or never Dad.' Dean nodded but then he stopped and stared at his father, a dark intense look etched across his handsome face. 'Dad?'
'Yes Son?' John asked, his voice sounding distracted as he took the lead and strode off making Dean hurry to catch up with him.
'Dad, we can't just storm in there.'
'We're here to get Sam out and that's all Dean.'
'As Sam would often remind me, they're still people Dad, just like us.'
'They're people who have my son and who have been experimenting on him because of his unique abilities, don't tell me that you're going soft on me are you?'
'No Dad, never.' Dean choked at the thought, 'just well ... we're not sure if there is a connection to the demon or anything supernatural.'
'We're wasting time Dean.' John snapped as he pushed past his eldest son and headed deeper into the underground complex.
Cussing under his breath Dean drew his gun and ran after his father, for some strange reason he always seemed to be running after either Sam or their father lately. It was becoming a very annoying habit.
They came to a stop just outside the main laboratory and crouched down low in the shadows when they heard the fall of footsteps coming closer. Horrified they watched as the two men wheeled Sam into the laboratory, an IV bag hanging from a frame filled with the black serum connected to a cannula implanted in Sam's forearm. He lay so still that it took all of their combined wills, and strength for Dean and John not to storm in there and check to see if he was still alive.
'Strap him down to the bed and then leave.' They heard the doctor bark the orders, moments later they watched the orderlies leave the room, now only the doctor and Sam remained. Although, just before they could launch a surprise attack Grayson strode into the room.
'Well Doctor?'
'He is almost ready for the last phase Mr Grayson, all we have to do is hook the machine back up to the subject and start the final manipulation.'
'And this will work?'
'Yessir, I have made a few adjustments this time, I believe I have the correct dosage for the required effect.'
'Very good.'
'Shall we start Mr Grayson?'
'Yes, yes get on with it.'
The doctor walked closer to Sam, who lay blissfully unconscious unaware of what was about to happen to him.
The doctor placed several patches on Sam's bare chest, his temples and forehead as well as his stomach and thighs. 'He is a magnificent specimen isn't he?' The doctor breathed aloud as he lightly ran his fingers down Sam's muscular body. 'Such a shame.'
'What are you babbling about?'
'Nothing.' The doctor said ducking his head to hide his blush, 'okay let's fire it up.'
Sam's body bucked under the restraints as the electricity pulsated through him, blending with the serum it caused his entire form to seize and convulse. Then he screamed, at first a low heart-wrenching moan and then it grew in volume and intensity until it reverberated throughout the building.
Dean could feel his father's fingers digging into his arm as he held him back, 'let me go Dad.' He whispered furiously.
'Not yet Dean, we have to do this right.' John said, his voice betraying his cool demeanour.
The computer screen by Sam's head crackled and slowly images appeared on it, as Sam moaned and tried to pull himself out of his poisoned stupor.
'Perfect.' The doctor muttered as he adjusted several switches and made the images clearer, 'we are seeing directly into his induced vision.'
'Excellent Doctor, excellent.'
'We could have him in such a way that he will never know what is real and what is implanted. We could do whatever we want with him now.' The doctor said unable to hide his smirk, 'and he will never know that we will be using his real visions for our own benefit.'
TBC
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Ps also this is building up for the big finish ... so stay tuned, and thanks so much for your reviews I appreciate each and every one of them.