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Chapter 3
"What do you mean?" I whispered faintly "Oh" he laughed, "Come and see for yourself" he grabbed my shirt collar and dragged me off the bed, I whimpered softly as pain shot up my body. I grabbed the side of the ladder to support myself; I looked up and saw pale hands coming down. Catherine's hands. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into the light, I yelped as the pain in my shoulder went up, I had thought it couldn't hurt anymore. The light blinded my eyes, the sun was high in the sky, I guessed it was sometime around midday, there were luscious green mountains and space to run all around me, but it was stopping me, the truth was stopping me. I wanted to know what had happened to my father, I was risking my life for the truth.
A chair sat in sandy path, old, covered in blood. I stopped breathing convulsing with horror; next to it was a tray. A tray with equipment on it. Just like in the Blackthorn tombs, I retched and threw up into the sand. I felt myself getting pushed nearer and nearer to the chair "Bastard" I sobbed at Dr. Steve, he laughed "Ooh, did you really believe he would be alive; after all these years" Fury grew inside me and I lunged at him, my body searing in protest. My fist connected with his jaw as I brought my good leg up chest. He stumbled and fell to the ground. Before he could start getting up again I stomped on his ankle crunching the bones.
Tears running down my face I ran, past Catherine, who stood there looking at me calmly. I came to a small, spindling tree and launched a two-footed kick at it snapping the trunk. My thigh screaming in anguish, I ignored it and carried on running meeting another tree, again I fired another kick at it snapping the trunk. I repeated this knowing now that if I needed to I could find my way back. I glanced behind me Catherine was strolling up, gun steady in her hands, I changed my mind on why I was attacking the trees, maybe if they came looking, I could be found, or my corpse. I shuddered at the thought as I ran further away from Catherine. I wasn't going to get away; I wasn't supposed to get away.
Stumbling I tripped over a wire running across the ground, barely visible. I cursed myself for forgetting basic intelligence of an operative as I fell to the ground. I sprawled across the dusty pathway as Catherine sauntered up, "Now Cam how far did that get you?" she crooned mockingly. I sobbed as she slowly dragged me back to the chair, making sure my body scraped across the dusty path.
Pushing me into the chair Dr. Steve came along and started tying me to it, "Now cam I don't suppose you would recognize this blood, but just so you know it's your fathers" she smiled softly. I bawled at the thought of my father spending his last days here. Dr Steve made sure I was securely tied to the chair before placing my hands palm up on the arms of the chair. Catherine passed him a hammer and he produced two rusty nailed. I gasped as I realised he was going to nail me to the chair. The hammer flew down on the nail and into my palm; I shrieked blood pouring out of my hands, tears pouring out of my eyes. Once he had finished I looked up at Catherine who had set up an old television with a video cassette attached. "Now Cameron" she informed me "you are going to watch this or I will cause you more pain, much worse than this, are we clear?" her voice was quite, low, soft and…. Dangerous. She pressed play on the screen and an American voice over started.
"You are about to watch the death of Mathew Morgan. Enjoy"
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