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Omitted Memories Chapter 3
Norman felt a sharp pain jolt through his head as he sprain up and opened his eyes in shock. The young boy rubbed his head trying to numb the large amount of pain that it was causing as his hand run over a large bandaged area causing a sharp jolt of pain. "What happened last night?" Norman thought to himself as he closed his eyes and tries to remember what happened the previous night.
"Mom, can you come up here." He shouted as he tried to focus his thoughts waiting for his mother to respond which she did not. In frustration he opened his eyes to look around and as soon as he did he froze. Norman noticed one thing, and that was he was not in is room. Norman shot out of bed, ignoring the pain he was in, as he examined his surrounding.
The first thing he noticed was that he was in a plain grey room that had a bed, sink, and toilet. He eyes darted to a door as he moved towards it and grasped the handle as quirky and pulled on it only to see the door was locked. Norman then slowly backed away from the door as he began to fell fear creep through him.
"Where am I?" Norman said to himself as he tried to think about what he was forgetting. The young paranormal boy closing his eyes tries to focus his thoughts. He could not place his mind on what happened last night for a moment when it suddenly all came back to him and Norman's eyes shot open as he remembered what happened with the two truckers.
Suddenly Norman heard the sound of the door handle moving and the door swung open. In the doorway stood the sunglasses man who had shot him with the dart. Norman stood there in fear as his eyes meet with the man in front of him.
"Where am I?" Norman asked with a quiver in his voice as the man started at him with no response. Suddenly the man moved and Rick stepped into the door way.
"You!" Norman said.
"Yes, now I need you to come with us" Rick said as he stared at the 11 year old boy who just stood there.
"And, what if I say no." Norman said as he mustered up as much courage he could manage. Once he said this he watched as Rick stared at him for a moment before he let out a laugh as he walked over to Norman.
"So I see you have a little fight in there boy, that is admirable to say the least given your situation, but you really don't have a choice." Rick said as he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Norman who in turn froze still. Rick looked at the young boy before he opened his mouth "You will follow Bob over here and try not to ask questions and if you try to run I'm going to shoot you in the leg do you understand." Rick said as Norman gave a quick nod.
Bob then walked out of the room as Norman followed him they continue by walking down a long hallway Norman turned to see Rick walking behind with the gun in his hand. "Where are they taking me?" Norman thought to himself as he followed Bob around a corner and down another long hall with several doors.
When they reached the door at the end of the hall Bob opened it and stepped inside as Norman slowly followed him into the room.
As the young boy looked around he noticed that there was a wooden chair in the middle of the room. Norman looked at Bob who pointed at the chair and Norman slowly walked over to it and carefully sat down in it. There was silence for a minute before a loud voice rang out.
"Norman Babcock." The voice said loudly causing Norman to flinch.
"Yes." He responded.
"Good, now welcome to your new home." The loud voice said back causing Norman eyes to grow wide in fear.
"What are you talking about?" Norman asked as he began to feel fear take over him as he looked around the dark room.
"It's quite simple actually, this is where you will be staying for the time being." The voice responded.
"Why?" Norman asked as he tried to muster up all the courage In his body.
"Well, you are going to help us study a very special and unique subject." The loud voice said in a happy tone.
"What kind of subject." Norman asked.
"You."
What?" Norman said in confusion.
"Yes, you. We will be studying you, well more of your abilities and how you came to receive them. I mean people claim they can talk to the dead and what not, but you actually can see and talk to ghosts. I am very curious to see how this is possible and don't try to deny it." The voice said as it echoed though the room.
"Yes, I can see and talk to ghosts." Norman responded with worry in his voice.
"And, do you know how you can do that?"
"No, I was just born with it" Norman answered truthfully.
"Well, neither do we, but that's what we are here to find out." The voice said in a response. "And you are going to help us."
"Me, how?" Norman responded in a fearfully yet curious tone.
"You will see," The voice said and then there was nothing but silence as suddenly Norman felt a hand grab his shirt and pull him out of the chair and dropped him on the ground. Norman slowly got up and brushed himself off as he looked up at Bob who in turn pointed to the door and Norman walked thought following Rick down the hall and back into his cell.
Norman slowly entered the room as he heard the door slam shut behind him and locked itself. Norman just stood there for a moment trying to process what was going on as he sat down in his bed and just stared at the plain grey wall around him. His mind racing at what was happening to him. When he suddenly heard someone at the door causing him to turn his head.
Norman watched as a small opening on the bottom of the door opened up and a tray slid through it causing Norman to get off the bed and onto his feet.
"There is your lunch eat up." Norman heard Rick say through the door,
"Wait?" Norman shouted.
"What!" He heard from the other side of the door.
"I had some questions." Norman stated.
There was a moment of silence before Norman heard. "Fine, I will answer what I can."
"Since you attacked me yesterday what happened?" Norman asked only to be met with silence.
"Kid it has been about five days since we took you."
"WHAT!" Norman Responded in shock.
"Yes, the reason you just woke up is was because you were under a very powerful anesthesia, as we needed to travel you discreetly." Rick responded.
"What do you mean by travel you?" Norman asked with worry in his voice.
"Well to be honest I'm not suppose to tell you this, but it really does not matter anyway as there is nothing you can do about it. You are currently somewhere in Europe." Rick responded before he closed the bottom of the door and walked away.
"Europe." Norman said to himself as he stood in his room trying to fully understand what was happening.
Rick let out a sign as he waked down the long corridors of the lab away from the cell. He made his way to a door on the left side of the hall and swiped his key pushing door open.
Inside the room he saw a man in a lab coat looking over a clipboard.
"So, will these test even work?" Rick asked
"Well, we will have to see shall we." The scientist said with a light British accent as he turned and walked over to a large object covered by a cloth. Rick watched as the man pulled the cloth away revealing what was underneath causing a shiver to run down Rick's body.
"Does it work?" Rick asked.
"It will." The man in the lab coat said with a smile.
"So, what convinced you to take this job considering the requirements of what we will be doing?" Rick asked as he stared at the scientist.
"The thrill of new discovery of what this kid can do and how he can do it. You?
'The money." Rick responded with a shrug.
"Everyone has a price then I take it." The scientist said as he started to inspect the machine that he was looking at.
"I suppose so." Rick said as he watched the middle age scientist work. "So how is the kid going to endure in that?"
"He will feel incredible pain, besides this is just one of the several tests he will be going through. No one ever said it would be a fun and painless path to get this information. If there was an easier way we would us it. However the boss wants what he wants and he is paying a large amount of pound to fund these experiments." The scientist said as he looked up from the machine and stared at Rick who intron gave an understanding nod of agreement before he turned and left the room. "I get the feeling I'm going to need a strong drink right about now." He thought to himself as he stepped into the hall.
Norman ate his sandwich as he sat on the ground in a daze still in shock of the information he had just received. "I'm in Europe" Norman thought to himself as he continued to eat when the sudden realization hit him.
"There's no way my family will find me here." Norman thought to himself as he suddenly froze realizing the full reality of the situation he was in. "Everyone must be so worried?" Norman thought as he stared at the wall ahead of him. "There has to be a way for me to get out of here." He whispered to himself as he got up and started to look around the room he was locked in.
He examined the bed, sink, and toilet for anything that could help him escape. His hopes of finding any at all soon diminished as he finished his third sweep of the room. Norman turned and ran to the door in desperation and looked for a handle only to see that there was none causing him to slam his hand against it in frustration as he sank to the ground in despair.
As he sat against the wall Norman thought about what the person with the voice meant when he said they would be "Studying him." Norman sat there trying his best to gather his bravery. "Remember what Grandma said, remember what Grandma said."
Though it was little to no use as the fear he was feeling slowly crept over him as he sat there contemplating on how his life had just changed forever. "How long will they be studying me, and if they just wanted to study me for medical and scientific purposes they could have just contacted me and I would have thought about it." Norman thought to himself before a small light bulb went off in his head.
"What if they are not telling me everything about these so called tests." Norman said to himself as he though about the situation he was in. "They would not have gone through the trouble to kidnap and move me as far away as possible if it was something that simple. So what could me being here mean." Norman's mind though as he tried to hold on to any source of courage he had left in his body to get him though what was going to happen.