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[THREE WEEKS LATER][Reggie]I can’t open my eyes.Lying here, my body aching everywhere, I can hear Katie crying next to the bed, waiting for me to be awake, her silent prayers humming along my skin as she crouches nearby, holding my bandaged hands.I am awake, Katie. I just can’t open my goddamned eyes. Opening my lips, I try to say my love’s name, but something is in the way, choking me, my words coming out as a frenzied gargle. Panic seizes my heart as I struggle against whatever it is keeping me down. Damn it, I just want to see her, to tell her that everything will be okay. “NURSE!” Katelyn’s voice rings out around me as she scrambles to her feet. “Something’s wrong! Please, help him!”A moment later, rubber soles squeak along the linoleum floors of the hospital as several sets of footsteps stampede into the room. Two hands hold me down as another set opens my mouth wider. “We’re going to remove your breathing tube, Mr. Carter. The pain killer in your IV will help with the pa
[Professor McCannon]Ms. Rose didn’t meet me at Grant Tower like she promised. Instead, one of her junior technicians, a young man with blue hair and orbital piercings, met me at the main doors. “Greetings Professor McCannon. My name is Clay, and I’ll be managing the Persephone visors for this evening’s trial.”“Where is your supervisor?” I ask the young man directly as I enter the executive elevator only a few steps behind him. “Shouldn’t Ms. Rose be the one handling this…very delicate procedure?”“Commander Rose sends her apologies,” The young man moves with the excited efficiency of inspired youth as he leads the way into the room where Vanessa and Olivia are sleeping side by side in a large bed. “She was needed at the hospital. Don’t worry, Dr. McCannon,” the young man’s face softens over the edge of his wire-framed glasses, his piercings shining silver in the bright fluorescent lights, “I’ve performed this procedure dozens of times.” He is trying to reassure me. But I know that
[Katelyn]The professor’s harsh voice sends a cold shiver down my spine as he asks, “Are you sure this is the direction you want to take?”Holding my phone close to my face, I pace back and forth just outside of the operating theater where the doctors are still working feverently to save my fiance's life. From what I've been told, he's been stabilized, but has damage to several body systems including his liver, kidneys and lungs, in addition to his skin and muscles, which in some places has been burned down to bone. Even if he does survive, which might require a miracle, he'll live a half-life, dependant on machines to keep his body going. “No," I answer honestly. "But, as our lead commander, and their only family, it was Hunter's call." The old man swears. "It isn't right, and you know it." The line falls silent between us as we consider the consequences of our actions. Yes, taking away someone's choice is wrong, but would it be better for the two of them to live with their memori
[Professor McCannon]It was almost midnight when I got the call to prepare myself for Hunter’s arrival. He had found Ms. Vandersteele and little Miss Grant. “They are a mess, emotionally and psychologically,” Ms. Rose had explained over the phone. “And Hunter is not…himself. We need to initiate Project Persephony.” Exhaling slowly, I removed my glasses and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Are you sure? Has it really come to this?”“Hunter was certain,” a pause, “….he’s scared professor.” Her voice shakes as she adds, “He’s…he’s initiated Code Crimson.” Ms Katelyn Rose is one of the toughest people I’ve ever met. And yet, as she says this I can feel the fear behind her words, even through the phone. My spine stiffens in response. This isn’t the first time I’ve been called in a similar situation, sadly for the same girl. Poor Vanessa. I can’t believe I have to do this again. And I’ll never forgive myself for being the person who brought this up to begin with. [Two months ago–while
For a beat, the only sounds I could hear was her ragged breathing and the sound of monitors beeping in the background. “Katelyn,” I repeat.“I heard you, Hunter,” she replies in a flat, controlled tone. “You found them. I’m assuming you’ve signalled a clean up crew.” “Yes,” I rasp, my throat raw. “I did. But it’s not over yet, Katie. I need to find Debrassy. Please, tell me you have good news.” The line falls silent again except for the sound of her breath and the hospital around her. She’s still there, taking care of our people, waiting to see if Reggie will live to see tomorrow. I hate that I’m putting her through my drama as she’s dealing with her own, but she’s the only one I have to turn to. "I'm sorry, Hunter,” her voice is full of regret tinged with her own deep sorrow. “The last place we tracked him was at his house, but he…disappeared from the cameras shortly after his wife was taken to the hospital. It’s like he’s a ghost. None of our cameras have spotted him. I have a th
[Hunter]Vanessa and Livy were a heavy weight in my arms, not because of their size, but because of what tonight will mean. Tonight, they saw the demons that live inside my mind, usually silent, but always lurking. They saved me, my beautiful girls. Without Livy and Vanessa and the warmth of their love, I would still be trapped deep within the darkness of my mind, fighting anyone who approached, lost in a never-ending nightmare of my psyche. Eventually, I’d snap out of it, but after how long? A day? A week? Two weeks? So far, the longest bout of mania I’ve ever experienced was almost three weeks long when my helicopter went down just west of Kabul during one of my tours in Afghanistan. Carter found me almost starved and half deranged. Bestial. My humanity long lost in a fog of forgetfulness blended with fear and the need to survive. Usually, a mind like mine wouldn’t be allowed on delicate military missions due to my unique neurotype and its tendency towards mental instability. In
[Jayson]She might smell good, Miss Bluejay isn't as nice as Mr. Jersey. She doesn't let me eat in her car, and she doesn't even like it when I talk. For someone as pretty as a princess, she doesn't make very pretty faces when she looks at me. She hates me, I can tell.Too bad for her. I'm not going
[Vanessa]"Now please, Mrs. Grant, enjoy your breakfast." Agent Andrews pulls out a chair right before he picks up my plate places a scoop of eggs next to a large sausage."You didn't need to go through all this trouble," I insist, "I could have microwaved a breakfast sausage or..."Mr. Andrews loo
[Vanessa]Even though I know it wasn't Hunter, I can't get the images of that poor man’s corpse out of my mind. Even though my second assessment revealed that most of the brutalization happened after he was dead, my mind keeps wandering to all the violence he must have felt while his heart was stil
[Evelyn]Frowning, I tuck my phone back in my pocket as I force my frustration to drain from my face. Debrassy doesn't need to add "or else" to his message for me to feel the ultimatum hanging over my head. I have to do better than my useless fiancé. I'm already on thin ice with Mr. D.I've always b







