It was quiet; the hum from the plane was somehow soothing. I opened my eyes slowly and glanced around. Ratchet was snoring on the other couch, mouth wide open slightly drooling. I looked at the clock only to learn that we have been flying for three hours.
When the supervisor came back to talk to us she said that this boot camp is on an island only used for government type things. She said the flight will last around 6 hours, so that tells me it's in the middle of nowhere. She said that she didn't want to tell us exactly where we are going because of safety reasons.
Of course that set off a few triggers in my mind, but I can't do much at this point. If I jump out of the plane I'll leave Ratchet behind. If anything ever happened I wouldn't forgive myself.
Once we've arrived she said that we would get change and meet up with the other two guys. James did mention that Ratchet and I weren't the only ones doing this.
She left us alone after that little talk, since then we've just been sleeping. Ratchet has always been able to sleep anywhere anytime. I'm a little different though, sleep hasn't ever really been the easiest thing for me to do. Especially after all the events that have happen over the week.
I decide to get up and head to the plane's bathroom, once inside I rested my hands on either side of the counter. I looked into the mirror to see my jet black, slightly shaggy hair, the tan skin, and at last the dark brown color of my eyes. I look tired, but then again I always do.
My face is a little dirty, because when you're me it doesn't matter how hard you scrub, after what you've been through that dirt ain't comin off. My clothes are wrinkly, I probably don't smell the greatest, and I think I'm getting a little motion sick.
Yeah, that feeling in my stomach is because of the plane, sure.
But I know it's not because of the plane. Most likely it's because two days ago I killed the replica of the love of my life, witness Jeb and Dr. Martinez doing whatever it was that they were doing, learned I now have a scientist stalker, got my wings a new upgrade, and now I'm on my way to a foreign island because I'm one of the President's men now. What?
"Uhhh.." I groaned. Why is Itex afraid of me? Why not Max? Why can't I remember my childhood? Why is Dr. Hans know me so well? Why do I keep thinking about…Max?
She's moved on.
She has Dylan.
She's fine without me…..so why can't I be fine without her?
Also why does my arm hurt? I looked down and glanced at the stitches on my forearm. What did Dr. Hans do to me exactly? Should have never trusted him…..but being idiotic me I did. He probably just chipped….
Wait.
He couldn't have chipped me. It would have gone off when I went through the Security check at the airport! I ran my fingers over the stiches and all over my forearm, trying to feel for something that wasn't there before.
Nothing, it was like he cut me open and stitched me right up. Why?
A loud knock randomly hit the bathroom door. "Fangggg.." A groan came from the half asleep body, "I need to peeee." I stood to the side and opened the door outward only to see Ratchet stumble backwards, he leaned on the opposite wall looking like he was still sleeping. Slowly he opened his eyes and smiled, "Hey buddy, where'd you come from?"
Shaking my head I grabbed his arm, "Come on," I stepped out and lead him into the bathroom and closed the door. It was pretty dim in the plane so I made my way to the couch. Ratchet tends to be a little loopy when he first gets up. Then again so is the rest of the gang.
"Hugh," I sighed. I wonder how Kate, Star, and Holden are holding up. James mentioned that while Ratchet and I are here doing this, they would be starting up rallies and expanding the blog. He said he wanted more people to learn about Itex and support what I'm doing. I know the guys can handle anything but I just don't know what's going to happen after this camp.
The supervisor did say something though; she said that once this camp is over. Hiding, fear, and being a coward will all be a part of your past. With that Ratchet made the remark "Sure we might become over confident and smart, but in size we're nothing compared to them!" She just smiled and said will see.
Ratchet does have a point, but…there's always been a saying that has been stuck in my head for years now. Someone once told me it when I was young, but I don't remember them. All I remember is the saying.
"It's not about size in a fight; it's about the size of the fight in the fighter." I whispered. Closing my eyes and laying down on the couch and I just laid there and listened to the hum of the plane. It doesn't about how big and tough I am, I just all depends on how bad I want it and willing to get it.
Believe me, I want it.
I want Itex to pay.
No.
I will make them pay.