Chapter 6

*Chapter 6: The Awakening*

As Sarah spoke in a voice that wasn't her own, Emma's heart sank. She felt a chill run down her spine as she stared at her sister's face, searching for any sign of the person she once knew.

"Who are you?" Emma demanded, her voice firm but shaking with emotion. "What have you done to my sister?"

The figure behind the desk, John, leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Sarah's. "I think it's time we had a talk, Emma," he said, his voice low and serious. "About what's been happening to Sarah, and about the family secrets that have been hidden for so long."

Emma's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with questions and fears. She looked at Sarah, who was still staring at her with an unnerving intensity.

"Tell me what's going on," Emma said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What's happening to Sarah?"

John leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Emma's face. "Sarah has been...altered," he said, his voice measured. "She's been subjected to some kind of conditioning, one that's changed her personality, her memories...her very soul."

Emma's grip on Sarah's hand tightened. "What kind of conditioning?" she asked, her voice shaking with anger and fear.

John's expression turned grim. "I'm not entirely sure," he admitted. "But I think it's connected to the work I was doing before...before I had to leave."

Emma's eyes locked onto John's, her mind racing with questions. "What work?" she demanded. "What did you do?"

John's eyes clouded over, and he looked away, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll tell you everything, Emma. But first, we need to get Sarah...back."

As John spoke, Sarah's eyes flickered, and for a moment, Emma saw a glimmer of her sister's real self. She felt a surge of hope.

"Sarah?" Emma whispered, her voice trembling. "Is that you? Can you hear me?"

Sarah's eyes locked onto Emma's, and for a moment, Emma saw a spark of recognition. But then, the darkness seemed to swallow her again, and she spoke in that same menacing voice.

"You'll never save me," she said, her eyes cold and hard. "I'm beyond saving."

Emma's heart sank, but she refused to give up. She was determined to save her sister, no matter what it took.

"We'll see about that," Emma said, her voice firm. "We're going to get you out of this, Sarah. I promise."

As Emma spoke, John's eyes locked onto hers, a glimmer of hope in his expression. "I think I know how we can start," he said, a plan forming in his mind.

As John's words hung in the air, Emma's eyes locked onto Sarah's, searching for any sign of her sister's real self. The menacing voice that had spoken was like a stranger's, and Emma's heart ached with sadness and determination.

"We have to try," Emma said, her voice firm. "We can't just give up on her."

John nodded, his expression resolute. "I agree. But we need to be careful. Whoever did this to Sarah is powerful, and they won't give her up easily."

Emma's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean? Who are we dealing with?"

John's eyes clouded over, and he looked away, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll tell you everything, Emma. But first, we need to get Sarah to a safe place. We can't stay here for long."

Emma nodded, her mind racing with questions and fears. She stood up, holding Sarah's hand tightly. "Let's go," she said, her voice firm.

John nodded, standing up and leading them to a door hidden behind a bookshelf. The door creaked open, revealing a narrow stairway that descended into darkness.

"Where are we going?" Emma asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"A safe house," John replied, his eyes locked onto hers. "We'll be able to figure out what's going on with Sarah and come up with a plan to help her."

As they made their way down the stairs, Emma's heart was racing with fear and uncertainty. She didn't know what lay ahead, but she was determined to save her sister.

At the bottom of the stairs, they entered a small room filled with medical equipment and monitors. John's eyes scanned the room, his expression grim.

"This should have been enough," he muttered to himself. "We need to run some tests, see if we can find out what's going on with Sarah."

Emma's eyes locked onto Sarah's, her heart aching with sadness and fear. She didn't know what was happening to her sister, but she was determined to find out.

As John began to hook up monitors and equipment to Sarah's body, Emma's eyes never left her sister's face. She was searching for any sign of recognition, any sign that Sarah was still in there.

But Sarah's eyes remained cold and hard, her expression unreadable.

Suddenly, one of the monitors beeped, and John's eyes locked onto the screen. "What's happening?" Emma asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

John's expression was grim. "Sarah's heart rate is increasing. Whatever is controlling her is fighting back."

Emma's eyes locked onto Sarah's face, her heart racing with fear. "What do we do?" she asked, her voice shaking.

John's eyes locked onto hers, his expression determined. "We fight back," he said, his voice firm. "We fight to save Sarah, no matter what it takes."

As John's words hung in the air, Emma felt a surge of determination. She was going to save her sister, no matter what it took.

But just as they were about to start the treatment, the machines began to malfunction, and the room was plunged into darkness.

"What do we do now?" Emma asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

John's eyes locked onto hers, his expression grim. "We improvise," he said, his voice firm. "We have to get Sarah out of here, now."

As they where about heading down John immediately used a sledgehammer and hit her making her immediately unconscious .