What'll they do? Will ASSULF take Brady away? Read on…..
"They've come for me," Brady breathed, his eyes glued on the roving helicopter.
"Well they're not going to get you," I said fiercely, glaring up at it.
"Certainly not!" Dr. Amélie agreed vehemently.
My dad didn't look as sure. "Amélie-" He began.
"No Mason," she interrupted him. "We're not handing him over."
The helicopter hovered for a few more seconds, then slowly started to descend, landing right in front of us.
I grabbed Brady's hand and squeezed it. It was as cold as ice.
The passenger door swung open and Dr. Felton climbed out, dressed in a spotless white pencil skirt and doctors' coat, her dark hair pulled back tightly. She surveyed the four of us with cold, dark eyes.
Another doctor stepped out behind her. I recognized Dr. Ricketts's sandy hair and dark blue eyes immediately.
"You three," Dr. Felton said coldly, her eyes on me and my dad and Dr. Amélie. "Are going to pay for this."
"How did you find us?" I asked.
"We always implant a tracking chip in all of our refugees as soon as they arrive," Dr. Ricketts said, smiling smugly. "Finding you traitors was easier than taking candy from a baby."
"We're not traitors," I said, although I knew we were.
"You left ASSULF Headquarters without permission, you helped a refugee escape, then you refused to return him to us," Dr. Felton said, her tone icy. "If you're not traitors, then I'm the queen of England."
That could be possible, I thought. You never know. I said nothing out loud, however.
"Why?" She asked us, looking from my dad to Dr. Amélie to me. "Why did you do it?"
"Because we know what you do to the refugees, after you've run all your tests on them," I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. "You kill them."
"And what's that to you? Why do you care? These refugees, they're not even people, just life forms. They're aliens, Mikayla. They can't think and feel like us. Their lives don't matter. Their only purpose is science."
Next to me, Brady made an angry noise in his throat.
"That's not true!" I cried forcefully. "Some of them may not be human, but they are people, and they can feel! They're not animals! Killing them is murder!"
"No, it's not. They are dangerous. We can't let them go. This boy killed six people already! Imagine if we let him out into the world. He'd kill everyone."
"No I wouldn't," Brady said quietly.
She continued as if he'd never spoken. "And the science, Mikayla! Think of all the scientific progress we can make-"
"Is that all you care about?" I asked. "Science? Making scientific discoveries?" I met her eyes. Hers were as cold and hard as ice, completely void of all emotion. "Where's your soul, Doctor Felton?"
"Who needs a soul," she said. "A soul, feelings, emotions, it all just brings pain. Too much pain."
I just looked at her. "That's so sad," I said. I couldn't imagine life without any of those things, especially love.
There were tears in Dr. Amélie's eyes. "Oh Julia…" She said, her voice sounding all choked up.
Dr. Felton shook her head. "No. Stop. Just give us the boy."
"No!" I cried, squeezing Brady's hand so tight he winced.
She turned and looked at me, her gaze sending chills up and down my spine, making me shiver. "Yes, Mikayla. You can't keep him from us any longer. We are taking him, and we are taking him now. But don't worry, I have something special planned for the rest of you as well." She turned and nodded at Dr. Ricketts. "You know what to do."
He nodded in return and whistled.
Instantly the back hatch of the helicopter sprang open and five armed, white-suited guards climbed out. One for each of us, and two for Brady. They ran around to the side, where we all stood and turned to Dr. Ricketts for orders.
"Get them," he said, his eyes on us. "Tie them up and throw them in the back. If they resist, use your strength. I give you permission to kill any of them if necessary, except for the boy. Keep him alive at all costs."
They all nodded in unison and wheeled around to face us.
"Take the girl first!" Dr. Felton yelled.
The tallest guard lunged for me and caught my arm, holding it in a vice-like grip, and tried to drag me back to the helicopter.
I screamed and kicked him in the shins, but he didn't even flinch. My sweaty hand slipped out of Brady's and the guard pulled me harder.
"Let her go!" My dad yelled, surging forward, but Brady got there first. He grabbed the guard's arm and the man collapsed, obviously dead.
"What the-" Dr. Ricketts said.
"Come on, let's go!" Brady yelled, seizing my hand.
We ran, my dad and Dr. Amélie right behind us, praying we would make it.
"So," I panted. "The hooded guy isn't enough, now we have high-tech government agency after us?"
"They were always after us," my dad wheezed. "We just thought we'd lost them. We didn't think they could follow us here."
"Well they did!" I exclaimed. "And now have two different groups trying to kill us!"
"They won't hurt you, Mikayla," Brady whispered. "I wouldn't let anyone hurt you."
"But that's what I told you," I said. "I'm the one who's suppose to protect you."
He shook his head. "No. Not anymore. I'm here for you, and I am going to keep you safe, no matter what."
That no matter what scared me. I didn't want to think about that, about Brady having to die for me. I was not going to let him do that. I changed the subject. "Brady, that guard back there… you said you could control it."
"I can," he panted.
"So you were trying to kill him?"
"Yes."
"Oh Brady… how could you?" I asked, tears filling my eyes.
"He was trying to hurt you. I told you, I can't let anyone hurt you."
A tear rolled down my cheek. "Brady…"
"Brady, where are we going?" Dr. Amélie called. "Not the castle, I hope."
"No!" He called back. "We're headed for what use to be the Dark Side."
"Sounds ominous," my dad muttered.
Then I heard that loud whizzing noise, and I looked up. There was the helicopter, right above us!
I shrieked and tried to run faster, but I couldn't.
Brady gave me curious look and looked up too. His eyes widened.
Then I heard a loud popping noise, and the two doctors and their guards, now only four, dropped down right in front of us.
"Did you miss us?" Dr. Ricketts asked us, grinning, an evil glint in his eyes.
Brady held up his hand threateningly. "I can kill you all."
"I'm sure you could," Dr. Felton replied calmly. "But I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because we have Mikayla!" She shrieked triumphantly.
I felt a strong hand suddenly grab my wrists, clasping them together, pulling me up against them, holding a knife at my throat.
"Brady!" I screeched.
"Let her go!" He yelled.
"Come with us, and we will," she said.
His eyes darted from me to the guard to Dr. Felton the back to me. I could sense his mind racing, trying to think of a way to get us out of this. Then I saw it clicked, and he mouthed, head-bump him, to me.
I had no idea what on earth his plan was, but I obliged, leaning my head froward, then bring it sharply back up, banging my head against my captor's. I didn't think it would actually work, but he let go of me and crumpled to the ground. I'm not gonna lie, that hurt, really, really badly.
Brady advanced on Dr. Felton. "You have two options," he told her quietly. "One: leave this island immediately, or Two: I'll kill all of you."
A shiver ran down my spine. Kill all of them? Would Brady really do that?
Dr. Felton met Brady's gaze head on. "You are not in a position to bargain, Refugee 29945."
"Oh really?" He said, grabbing her arm.
She screamed and crumpled to the ground, dead.
Dr. Amélie squeaked in shock.
Dr. Ricketts looked at Brady, shocked and terrified.
"Leave, or go the same way as her," Brady said calmly.
Dr. Ricketts nodded quickly and whistled. "Men, head out!" He yelled.
The five of them retreated back to their helicopter and flew away, hopefully never to be seen again.
Next post is on Monday, on account of the holiday. HAPPY EASTER!