Semua Bab Harper's Vector: Bab 1 - Bab 10

      I wake up in a body that is not my own. As I open my eyes and I look around the room, frantically shifting eyes back and forth that do not belong to me. I am frozen. Harper thinks to herself: “Where am I? “Whose body is this? Shit! Am I dreaming? If so, this is a freaking nightmare. I think I must be paralyzed and stuck in this dream, this nightmare, this paranormal realm?! I move hands and feet that I know do not belong to me. It is as though I am stuck inside a body that does not belong to me.  It is like, I was forced into skin that does not fit right, and it is now that I realize I need to worry. That this is not a dream. Dreams are not this real, and I want to lay here until I wake up. I’ll wake up; I know I will. People always wake up from their nightmares. Just like the monsters, they never grab your feet when they hang out from the blankets. Demons are not real. But as soon as I tell myself to just lay here in this stranger's bed and wait for the su

 Harper       I feel heavy. Like I have been hit by a bus. It has to be close to what it feels like being hit by a bus going thirty in a fifteen zone. My bones ache—my fingers and toes tingle. My eyeballs are sore. I haven’t even opened my eyes yet, and I already do not want to start the day or the evening. I have no clue of the time. I must have partied too hard last night and was slipped something in my drink. I don’t remember anything. A.N.Y.T.H.I.NG, except how to spell adequately, and that’s something. What is that horrendous smell? Is it me? Harper breathes in the air. Taking it in the room and the strongest aroma is her. The smell is mostly urine. This girl has peed her herself. The second strongest smell is bodily odor. When did I last shower? Nails are chipped black, and they are dirty. I can tell they are not working hands. They are too soft. Fingers are slender. Does her family miss her? Whoever is keeping her, I mean me, is disgusting. Lo

   Harper    My head is pounding. I feel like my eyes are going to explode from the massive migraine pulsating inside my temples. I feel like I can’t move. I try wiggling. They slowly move. Next, I move my fingertips. Check, they also move—all good signs. I am staring at the ceiling and notice a small vent. I catch a glimpse of a small blinking light inside of the duct. My head is pounding so hard. It’s hard to focus on anything. Where am I? “hello,” I call out in a low, raspy voice that sort of cackles. I slowly hoist myself up into a seated position on the bed. The sheets are black. I have welted blisters on my arms. I push the sheets down, and sure enough, I have them on my legs. I lift my shirt halfway up, and I have three on my stomach. This is looking bleak. Every inch of my body hurts. Where am I? What’s my name? Focus! I grab my head, shake it in protest to remember something, anything. I see a face. It is beautiful; she is gorgeous. What is her n

     Rowan       Watching the skyline as the sun rises. It's a beautiful color of oranges, reds, and a few purples. Looking up at such a beautiful thing makes everything in life seem so simple, so worth living.  Like the bad things are just that, a bad thing one that can be overcome. Harper and I can overcome this, and when we do, we will be stronger in the end. They won't kill her. They need her. She is the eldest. I do not know when she was born precisely; she hates to talk about her past. She says it doesn't matter, and I never forced it. Because she is correct, the past doesn't matter. The only thing that truly matters is the present because the future doesn't exist either. I won't fail her. I can't forget her. I am scared, but I won't let that fear stop me. When I was younger, I always go by the saying that F.E.A.R. had two meanings: F.ace E.verything A.nd R.un  Or F.ace E.verything A.nd R.ise  

 Agent Coulter  I've read 2541 portfolios backward and forwards. I know every detail about her and have been tracking her for over forty years, and now I have her. I have her right here in one of my black rooms. So far, everything is going well; she is taking to the treatments to plan,  and amnesia is taking over faster than I expected, which is even better. I need her to forget it all. Forget me, forget that red-headed devil, forget her group of jumpers, forget who she is, and especially what she can do at full potential. I need her to trust me. Need her to be on our side. Think of the possibilities if we had her as a weapon. She could jump over into people and gain top-secret information. Play the part for a time, even make deals on our behalf. The possibilities are endless. The red-head was too weak. I am sure Harper knew she wouldn't have lasted long here. But my Amelia, you are the one. The big catch, and you're all mine.  I wonder if you'll