Breaking Free

Disclaimer : Glee isn't mine.

2002 - Sam part 2.

Remember me when I'm gone, is what they say, but sometimes, they can't remember, for they don't have any recollections for this act.

Sam could feel his heartbeat accelerate, his body nearly anxiously agitating. His blond hair waved along his face, as his green eyes glanced at the people insight. He felt like prey who had just falling in to the hunters pitfall, as he watches the growing smirks on their faces.

He asks his self how long it would take before his parents would notice the noises that were being made. He doubts that his parents would expect a little boy like him to be so boisterous. He is a child though, and it might not surprise him if they were to think that he was doing such thing. However, he really doesn't believe that his parents would expect him to speak with different kinds of tones, and being really good at it too.

Sam steps backwards, inching closer towards the doorway. His eyes shifting uncomfortable to the left and right. ''Maybe I'm just saying things that aren't true,'' he dares to take a step back again, swallowing his imaginary saliva. ''I like to make things up, and I always use my imagination, even when I'm in a conversation with other grown ups. It just.. happens.'' He fakes a smile, but doesn't stop his movements. ''I think you people should go, because my parents are upstairs, and they don't really like it when I'm talking to strange people.'' Sam feels his back hit the door, seeing this as his cue to open it quietly and let them out, however if they refuse to leave he might get this as his first and only chance to escape, thus he should probably run. Hoping that it could tear him away from his home and them.

He won't let an opportunity like that slide.

Sam puts his hand on his doorknob, still facing the door with his back and his eyes on the strange people, before pulling it slightly open. ''O, no, we're not leaving just yet.'' Sam feels a cold air blow past his face, revealing a slender body in front of him, barely inches away. The body slams the door shut, never giving him the chance to open the door fully, the fingers of this particularly person touches his hand and removes this subsequently. ''I doubt that you would tell us something very personal, and turn your words the instant.'' Sam cups his head back up, letting his eyes collide with the dark-green eyes in front of him. A smile appearing on the face he found gorgeous, yet frightening.

''Stefanie is right Sam,'' Stephen began, walking upfront and stopping behind Stefanie. Stephens lips curl up, showing Sam another smile he found oddly nice. Although Sam could see that this smile was just as Stefanie, nothing but phony. Sam knows their angle, they want him to trust them, and with those smiles they expect him to believe that the persons standing ahead of him are nothing but nice.

Sam is blond, but not stupid.

''If you tell us about your 'imagination' we might help you.''

''How can you help me?'' Sam straightened his posture, ''if everybody tells me it's merely fantasy, how in the world can you help me then?'' He presses his lips together. Knowing that he had said to much.

''So you admit, that it isn't voluntary in your eyes?'' One of the strangers steps forward. ''You believe that there is more, then people claim you see.''

Sam constipated rather he should be honest again, or not. But something in him desperately wants to know if the occurrences that have happened to him were truthfully more then what others have said to him. He wants to know if maybe they could help him with the various of questions he has. And stop the curiously things from happening. ''One time,'' Sam swallowed, ''one time I almost drowned.''

''And?'' Stephen stepped in, impatiently waiting for him to continue.

Sam straitened his posture another time, casting a glance at Stefanie before him, whereupon he side glanced his couch at the back of the living room. Thus to try if he could put his thoughts at ease, which were screaming at him, telling him to close his mouth and run now that he still had a chance. Or perhaps tell them it's a joke and beg them to leave so he could live his normal life.

Well, as normal as it could be.

''What happened that didn't seem normal, Sam.'' Stefanie seemed to be the same friendly person he saw at the beginning, however her eyes revealed her true persona once more.

''I almost drowned, but the strange thing was, that.. I.. didn't.'' He gazed back at her face, but only coming upon the confusion he had expected to be roaming her eyes. ''The water was crawling in my lungs, and I could've swear that I couldn't breath anymore. But when I, breathed- when I breathed in the water.'' He swallowed again, ''It seemed... Normal, it felt so.. good.'' Sam closed his eyes, trying to relish in the seem feel of the cold liquid against his body, the same fluid lingering in his lungs. Making him not only feel re-born again, but feel so much stronger and even better. He thought of himself as a much better Sam at that instant, almost thinking that he could do the things he never expected he could. Seeing as he could already breath underneath the surface, he thus believed he could do far more things.

''Are you sure Sam?''

He hesitantly nodded.

''Stephen, he must contain the element, water. He already has all the side effects. Remember what Johnson had said.''

''Yes I remember,'' Stephen turned his head slightly back towards one of the strangers, ''He had said that after 'fire', comes 'water', after 'water' comes 'lightening', and after 'lightening' comes-''

''Air.'' Both strangers who were currently in a conversation turned their heads towards the voice that had interfered with their conversation. And answered it correctly.

Sam on the other hand was deep in thought, trying to figure out why he had involved his self in their conversation. Though that was the least on his mind, he was currently trying to figure out why he had letting his self say such thing. He was bringing up something that he wanted to keep a secret, a dream he had not confidence in anyone. And now as if they weren't already trying to gain something from him, he had to give them a bait too.

''What did you say, Sam?'' Stefanie was the first one to been taking away from the trance she had shortly been in. ''Did you just say 'air'? How did you know that?''

Sam refused to talk about he dream he had been having, he found it something he would rather keep to his self. ''I, guessed.'' He nonchalantly tried.

''No, you knew it exactly.'' Stephen smiled, ''you are definitely one of the persons we've been looking for.''

Sam pushed an eyebrow up, ''one of the persons?'' Not only was he wondering if there were more people, but he also wanted to know what for a person he might be.

''Yes Sam.'' Stefanie started, ''you are not just a human, you're different then any other. And there are more of your kind-''

''-One that we already have in our captivity.'' The other stranger at the back spoke up. However, this had only lead Sam to tense up, and his face losing it's courage it was first sporting, and falling revoltingly in to anxiety.

''Captivity, that means like, in a prison, right?'' He shook his head. ''I'm not a criminal! You can't put me somewhere I don't belong.'' He pushed his back harder against the door, hoping that he might go through it, but of course no such thing would happen.

''No Sam, it's not a prison,'' Stefanie scowls back at the stranger that had just spoken up. ''It's a place where you can be, you. And learn how to deal with your powers.''

Sam laughed. So, now he has powers. ''Stop it, this is going to far. And it's getting really scary. So I want you guys to take your madness, and the other twisted things you have up there and get the hell out of my house!'' Sam eyed the people in his hallway one by one, but none seemed to bulged, nor try to tell him off. They simply stood there, waiting.

''Sam, I don't think you understand.'' Stefan stated, ''we are not here to talk to you. We're here to take you with us, with or without your cooperation. Either way, you're leaving with us today. Now.''

Well, Sam did not expect that.

''I'm not going anywhere!'' He turned his head to his right, glancing at his stairwell and trying to conclude if he would make it, if he ran now.

''I like you Sam. Don't let us do this the hard way.'' Stefanie, grabbed him by his upper arm, pulling him towards her. ''I don't want to hurt you.'' Sam thinks that she does want to hurt him.

Thus he decide to do the thing he had to do the first time Sam had seen them, and screamed. Calling at the top of his lungs his father and mother. Frantically moving his arms up and down to wiggle his self out of Stefanie's embrace, however this had lead her to hold him even tighter, clenching his arm until he couldn't hold the pain he was feeling any longer and screamed louder. Sam used his arm that hadn't been locked up in Stefanie's enormous strenght and pinched her, making her follow his leads and also scream out the pain.

''You little-'' She never got the chance to finish that sentence, for at that moment his parents were running down the stairs and standing just a few measures away from their beloved son.

''O, my god,'' his mother grabbed her chest as she eyed the occurrence in front of her. ''Sammy, what is going on here.''

Though his father wasn't one to take so long, as he saw his son in such a situation. His father had gone in full dad mode and ran up to the intruders, in an attempt to get his son out of their claws and back in his fatherly arms.

''Marie, call 911!'' His father expeditiously called out to his wife, as he continued his movement. But the intruders weren't delicately, contrary, they were all trained to the extreme knowing several of martial arts. For this was a required standard they had to learn, especially if they were dealing with highly powerful creatures. Even if these special creatures didn't know a thing about who they were just yet. They could still strongly use their powers against them when they felt that they were in the possibility of being in danger. Therefor the emissary's needed to be well prepared.

Stephen solely turned his body towards the raging father, he motioned for his fellow emissary's to stand hold and do nothing. Instead he wanted to be the one who would teach the meddler of a father to keep his nose, and also his hands to his self.

Stephen walked ahead, dodging when Sam's father reached out to punch him in the face, not even moving his hands. Sam's father tried his luck again by using his right hand to punch him in the stomach once more, but Stephen merely stepped to his left and dodge the punch with ease. Sam's father stumbled forward but soon regained composure, he turned his face back towards the intruder and used his full body to attack him. However Stephen didn't need this depleted movement thus decided to put an end to the father's senseless tries, by taking Sam's father by his arm and twisting it back wards. Pulling the young boy's father up to his chest and turning the man to face his son, leading his back to face Stephen.

''This was fun, but we have better things to do.'' Stephen said, not even sounding a bit impoverished. ''Damian, get a hold of the mother before she does something stupid.'' The emissary at the back nodded and walked over to Sam's mother, stopping her just when she was about to click the green call button. Damian dragged her by her arms, pulling her away from the phone, whereas he pulled the opposing mother towards Stephen, holding both her hands at her back.

''How will we handle this Stephen. We can't just take the boy, the parents are here and have seen the whole thing. We need to do something about it.'' Stefanie turned her head to the right, motioning for the mother. ''She will probably call 911 when we're gone, and you know that we can't mess this up. It has to stay below notice, or else soon the whole world will know.''

''Know, about, what..'' The father bit out through his pain. ''That you're trying to kidnap my son? You sonofabitch, I will get you either way, the cops will get you. Don't you think that when he has disappeared that no one will notice. Everyone will!'' Sam's father struggled a little harder against the hand around his arm, but didn't seem to get any closer towards his freedom. Nor to his son's.

''Don't worry about that,'' Stephen replied, ''nobody is going to worry about your son.'' He smiled, and Sam knew that this smile was truthfully a real one, but it merely showed one thing, just how cruel Stephen was.

''We, will worry about him!'' His mother started, her tears leaping along her face, falling out of the corners of her eyes. ''Is it money that you want? We can give it, just let go of him.''

''It isn't money that we want.. It's him, and only him.'' Stefanie stated the obvious. ''Though, believe me, you won't worry about him. As of today you won't even remember that you had a son.'' This caused both parents to gaze at the woman before them. Hence to make herself more clear she reached in her pocket, taking out a little object, which oddly looked like a pen but clearly wasn't. ''With this we can make you forget about everything we want. We can even block out the entire memory of you having a baby. You can start fresh, without a son.''

''Why are you doing this?'' Sam's mother was crying more, as she eyed the object in the female's hand. ''We l-love our son, we would never want to s-start over without him. W-why.. a-are you doing this?''

''Because we need him!'' Stefanie was losing her patience by now. ''The boy isn't normal, he doesn't even come close to being normal. And we need him.''

''For what!''

''For the well being of the world.''

''You mean for the well being of yourself! So you can gain from it, so you all can gain from it.'' Sam's mother sobbed. ''You don't care about my son, you only care about yourself, and therefor want to gain from his, gift.''

''No, that is not true, we don't want to gain from it. We are helping the world. His powers will bring world peace for everybody. But we need them to cooperate, he needs to cooperate. And therefor we need to make him someone who can be as strong as his power self. He needs to be inanimate, he needs to be a-''

''Machine,'' his father finished. ''You need him to be a machine, for only machines can be heartless, and inanimate. You want him to be something, he is not.'' He laughed bitterly, ''you want him to be so cruel. That he wouldn't give a shit about the people he hurts!''

''It's for the best,'' Stephen replied, ''if feelings get in the way of fighting, you will be nothing but weak. And our methods will make him stronger.''

''Anesthetic.'' His mother shook his head. ''A monster..''

Stefanie had enough, she couldn't take it to hear these people talk such foul about their methodologies. They were simply bashing it of, and Stefanie knew that this would be good for those children. They would learn how to be strong, and capable of defeating the enemy without letting their hearts get in the way. She knows that when killing somebody you have to be at that moment, nothing but a refractory person. Everyone who dares to end a persons life is less then a human-been at that moment. Their experiment only accelerates this process, they will be faster anesthetic, and killing the enemy will be done much more better. Those children will thank her in the end.

Stefanie held the object tighter in her hand, going in her pocket she grabbed her own sunglasses, and motioned for the other emissary to give her a spare sunglasses, as he did so. Stefanie laid it upon Sam's eyes. Before putting her own on. ''Adjust your sunglasses, guy's, so we can leave. I have had enough from there pathetic endeavor to change our minds, or gain their son back.'' The other emissary's did what was told and adjusted their thick black sunglasses. Stefanie walked towards Stephen and gave him the object. ''You do it, I'm going to bring the boy to the car. He might try to take the sunglasses of and we can't risk that.'' Stephen nodded, as he loosened his grip on the father.

Sam felt himself being pulled away by Stefanie, as she opened the door, he got a quick glance at his back, not seeing much due to the sunglasses on his eyes. However, he could still see his father looking defeated. And knowing his father, he had never looked that, vulnerable.

And his mom, Sam didn't need to look at her to know that she was mentally broken. The sobs that lingered the room as he was pulled away, were his prove. Somehow, in the back of his mind there lingered the question if he could have done anything to prevent this, or stop it.

He asks his self if the red light he saw next, before the door closed, came from the lifeless object between Stephens fingers.