Me: Hello All!
Brooke: This is Chapter 12 of our fanfic Forgotten!
Solace: Well, DUH.
Me: Solace, really?
Solace: What? Its stupid to say that every single chapter.
Me: Well, how would you like to start the intro then?
Solace: I could set someone's hair on fire. And say "Look! Someone's hairs on fire!"
Dean: Been there, done that.
Solace: Aww c'mon, you know you loved it.
Dean: Yes, I absolutely loved my bald head.
D'Anna: In other ways or forms, this intro is just to stall you from the chapter.
Me: No, it isn't. Its where we get together to talk.
Brooke: But I should be kidnapped.
Me: Whatever...
D'Anna: Thanks to all our readers! Take just one minute to review!
Solaxe: *strikes match* Anyone? *everyone backs away* You guys are no fun.
Me: Enjoy!
Chapter 12: Talk
I woke up, restrained. My hands were chained behind my back, digging into my spine. My legs, also bound, stung, metal cuffs cutting my ankles. I was on a cold stone bench, in a dark one windowed room.
I felt scared, alone, afraid.
And forgotten.
I stared at the ceiling in frustration, because I knew I had fallen in a trap. I did just what The Mesmer wanted. He knew it, I knew it. I could picture Kalyn taunting me, showering my ashamed faces with I told you so's.
Kalyn.
He was the reason I was here. I tried to rack my head about what he must have been thinking when he read my mind. That I was going to throw my life on the line for him.
If he was going to do that for me, I would have tried to stop him too. So maybe we weren't so different. I wished that we weren't special, that no one had to go erase my mind, that we could, just for once, be a normal family. But I knew deep in the saddest corner of my heart, that after this we were never ever going to be normal. My parents liars, my brother a liar, I a liar. Because there was no denying it. I, too, was a liar. I lived among a family of abnormal, deceitful liars.
Nice going, Brooke, I told myself You're about to die, and you're sulking about the fact that you are a liar. Everyone lies some point in their life.
Yeah, I thought, But some more than others. Way more than others. And not everyone grew up with a face full of lies every single day.
I wished someone would just come in and kill me already. The wait and anticipation of what they might have in mind for me was torturous, slowly killing me on the inside, one bit at a time. I didn't really care about the pain anymore. No pain was bigger than the fact that I wasn't going to see my family again. And I never got to say goodbye. I could picture their crying faces when they hover over my grave, my name etched in cold stone. My heart felt like someone ripped it out, into a million pieces and then shoved whatever was left into the empty hole. There would be nothing left. Nothing at all.
Then there was hunger. A deep pang in my stomach that craved nutrients. I wished I had my favourite food, but anything would be fine. Even if Kalyn feed me his disgusting concoction, I would eat it hungrily. Between, the stuff pain through out my body, the cutting pain of the shackles, and the swollen pain of hunger, I felt torn. I suppose I was just going to accept death. After all, as The Mesmer had said, what was a small hopeless girl going to do against a gang of thugs? I stared into the window, pleading for some sort of help, but all that came was restless sleep.
The Mesmer was standing over me when I woke up. I cried out, jumping before brig caught on the restraints and fall with a thud on the bench. I could feel warm blood running down my wrist, and soaking into the back of my shirt.
"Welcome back," he grinned "I'm so glad you're awake."
"I'm not." I said.
There was no way he was going to get satisfaction out of me. Not after what he had done.
"I hope you have come to a decision."
"I have," I stuck out my chin proudly "I will NEVER join you."
"Is that so?" He stared with a deathly look "Then which will die first, your parents or your brother?"
I stifled a scream; they had Kalyn?
"Yes," he chuckled "All your worst thoughts multiplied by ten, yes."
My bottom lip trembled. It wasn't supposed to work out this way. This was supposed to be an act of a hero. Not a traitors dying wish.
"I will give you one last chance," he cocked his head and stared longer, harder "Or someone dies."
He pulled out a melder, the same device he had used in me yesterday.
"Will it be by your hand?" I froze in shock as I realized the worst.
He was a Mesmer. He could make me do anything. Including killing everyone I ever loved. But my last act was proud.
"Never," I spat
He held out the melder and smiled "Then say goodbye to your little friend." He said.
The door opened, and out of the hallway walked a very ashamed Dean Russo. He saw me and choked back a sob. Brooke, he mouthed Help me.
I couldn't take it anymore. Tears ran down my face, I had to bit my lip to keep from sobbing. When the Mesmer saw this, he smiled.
"Want to say goodbye? Because, I was just thinking, how about we play a little while longer? I just met you, you shouldn't have to go so soon."
He lifted his melder and I closed my eyes before I could see anything. All I heard was his screams. His cries went on forever.
"Dean," I wailed finally "STOP THIS NOW!"
The Mesmer stopped "How about I let you bond a little, then? The end is surely near, I wouldn't waste my time."
Then he walked out the door. Dean lay on the floor, gasping. I knew what it felt like.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered through tears.
Dean looked up at me and smiled. But I knew that we didn't have much time left. We were going to die.
So I whispered to Dean: "Do you remember the time I set your hair on fire?"
Dean seemed vaguely familiar with the experience. I remember it clearly. It was when we first met, all of us. To keep us busy, we did a play by play of the memory.
"I met Solace first," I said to Dean as he hoisted himself on to the bench and stared down at me "I met her at a park."
"Yeah," Dean laughed "Worst mistake EVER."
I laughed. "She pushed me off the swings. I remember I was trying to push by myself, and I felt a hand flip me off."
"What did you say again?"
"I was covered in sand. 'Did you push me off the swing?' I said, I think."
"And Solace said-"
"- 'yes, now that you think about it, I did.' Wow, she was only 7. Lot of attitude for such a small girl."
"Yeah."
"Then she was like 'Ill show you how to do it right.' And she taught me. I remember looking up to her after that, like a hero."
Dean snorted "Some hero. When are we getting to the part where she bribed you into setting my hair to fire?"
"I'm getting there!" I cried "First she talked me into putting someone's underwear in the freezer."
"How'd she do that exactly?"
"Told me when I was older, I would have a talent. I needed to play with certain elements to get used to them if I wanted to control them."
"So she thought you were going to be a Froster...or a Pykokinetic?"
"Yeah...I guess. Anyways, one day in the park, she brought out a box of matches and struck one. 'This is fire,' she said 'Theres only one person in the world who can control it, so if you can you'll be extremely lucky.' Then she pointed to a random little kid-"
"- which happened to be ME."
"Yes, which happened to be you. She gave me the match and the box, and said 'Lit him.' I was like 'Won't that hurt?' 'Not if you do it properly.' She said. So I walked over, lit the match, and dropped it on your head."
"That was NOT funny." He said, but he was laughing.
"We ran away before anyone caught us. Then a few years later, we saw you at school."
"And you tried to give me a HAIRCUT."
"That was Solace."
"And somewhat you."
"I had no idea what she was doing at the time. It was all just a game. It was me and her against you."
"I remember how much fun THAT was."
"But then I met D'Anna, and everything changed. I met her in the only class me and Solace weren't in together, and we helped each other with our work. I decided to bring her to Solace, so we could all be one big happy family."
"I wonder how that worked out."
"Solace didn't really like her. So I hung out with D'Anna during class, and we eventually became more close. I started hanging out less with Solace and more with D'Anna."
"Someone was jealous..."
"Yup. Especially when I started googling over her in second year when she became a Telepath. So Solace invited her into our group, and we started hanging out. At first, it was just to get me back, but now they're actually friends."
"They play pranks on each other to no end. Remember the stink bomb?"
"In her shower! So gross!"
"And the flour?"
"It was all over the floor..."
We burst out laughing.
"Solace played one recently actually. We didn't tell you because you were so distant, but she filled one of the books she was reading with those paper wound up butterflies. When D'Anna opened the book, the butterflies went everywhere. But that wasnt the best part. The butterflies had stink bombs in them. D'Anna smelled so bad for over a week. You should of seen though. She screamed so loud."
I sighed "I should have."
"We missed you," Dean said "But now you're back right?"
"Yeah."
"If we ever get out of this mess..."
"Yeah."
"So you were saying about D'Anna."
"Oh yeah," I smiled "One day, we were chasing you around, and D'Anna saw, and she actually invited you to play with us."
"I remember that."
"Solace looked like she was going to hit her right there and then."
"I know..."
"But you weren't actually that bad...and now look at us. Best of friends."
"Yup."
"And that's the way it should be."
"Til death."
"Don't say that."
"Why?"
"It sounds too soon."
I giggled. This wasn't such a bad way to die. Besides, I was among friends. I wasn't going to die alone. But I was wrong. I wasn't going to die. Not just yet.
Brooke: That was interesting.
Me: Very interesting indeed.
Solace: Oh thanks, so I didn't get to tell the story when I got Brooke to set someone's hair on fire! You did that on purpose didn't you!
Me: Not necessarily :D
Solace: How about I set YOUR hair on fire! Then maybe you'll think twice about letting someone else tell YOUR story!
Me: Alright, Alright. I get it- I'm sorry.
Brooke: Don't set anyone's hair on fire now...
Dean: Yeah, please don't.
D'Anna: Bye!