Chapter 3

Chapter 3

 

 

They never did though. She woke up to people talking. Three voices, two girls and a guy. She was about to open her eyes, when she figured out they were talking about her.

          “She shouldn’t be here Sara!” the boy snapped in a hushed voice.

          “She was one of his captives! She could know about his plans!” Sara argued angrily.

          “Lets not forget the fact that she has no memory, and no where else to go.” Inserted the other girl. Her voice was gentle, loving.

          “Clara, if we accepted every kid we saved, we’d be running a bloody madhouse!” argued the boy hotly.

          “Stop it Glue! This girl has a chance to tell us what we NEED to know! It’s our only shot. The others were dead, but she survived. It has to be fate!” Sara said harshly.

          “Sara, she can’t remember anything! What good is she to us?” Glue spat.

          “Well, it doesn’t matter what you say Glue. I’m the oldest, this is MY house, and she stays. Got it?” Clara’s voice had become icy. Even Chase, who barely knew her, knew this shouldn’t be.

          She heard grumbling from Glue. Chase knew know to ‘awaken’. She coughed loudly. She opened her eyes. There was Sara, her short hair now clean.

          Chase sat up and glanced at the young woman beside her.

          “Good morning sweetie!” Cried who she assumed was Clara. Chase blinked, and then asked for a mirror. Clara’s face shrunk into confusion, but obliged. Chase needed to know what she looked like.

          Her hair was long, and in waves. It was a pale, almost grey, blonde. Her eyes were a deep blue. She wore a simple grew t-shirt, and blue jeans, no shoes still. Her skin was pale pale pale.  These details were trivial to her though. She focused on her face. She had a nice eye shape. Perfectly level, and large.  She had a somewhat large nose. Her lower lip was full and thick, her upper lip small. High cheekbones. But the large bruise across her cheek worried her. And the bandage around the back of her head distracted her from meeting herself.

          “What happened?” Chase said quietly. She felt small. Clara shook her head and smiled sadly.

          “If only we knew honey.” Chase glanced at Clara. She was an elf, to say basically. Everything about her was tiny, pixie like. Clara’s Strawberry blonde hair suited her face beautifully. She had warm brown eyes. She, too, had a pixie hair cut. It suited her small frame perfectly.

          Chase shook her head and glanced towards the young man by the door.  His back was to her. He was strong, muscular. His tan skin was bright red with anger, his hands curled into fists at his side. Sara leaned over and asked quietly, “Did you have another…?” Chase was confused for half a second, the realized what she was talking about.

          “No new memory flash thingies. Musta been tired.”

At the mention of memory flashes, Glue’s head snapped up.

          “Memory flashes?” Without the menace in his voice, he seemed nice.

He had brown hair, cut short like the girl’s. His face seemed to have a Native American look to it.

          Sara nodded coolly. “Yea. She’s been having memory flashes. Did I forget to mention that?”

          Glue’s face turned red with anger, but he tried to ignore it.  He began to pace the room. He was so tall; he seemed close to hitting the ceiling.  He was muttering to himself. “If she has memory flashes, she could have a definite inside to what happened in the buil-” He stopped short. He slowly turned his head and glared coldly at Chase.

          “Get. Her. Out. Of. My. Sight.”  He seemed close to hitting Chase. Sara’s jaw dropped.

          “Glue, I know your upset, but try to be reasonable-”

          “REASONABLE?!” Glue exploded with rage. “She shouldn’t be here. GET.HER.OUT.OF.MY.SIGHT!” Sara shook slightly with fear.

          “Why?” Sara seemed to get angry.

          “She’s a coward. We don’t need cowards now, we will NEVER need them.” Glue snarled.

Chase hopped out of the bed, shaking with rage.  “How dare you?!” She screamed, storming towards the boy.

          “Who the HELL do you think you are?!” She wanted to slap him so badly. “You think you can define me for who I am?! You don’t even no my name!” She roared.

          “Neither do you! And who am I?! I’m the one who’s gonna save your life! But maybe I should just be kicking your a*s!”  Glue growled.

          “Who says it needs saving!? Even if it does, I wouldn’t want to you be the one saving it! You are the coward! Accusing people when you don’t know them. Claiming you’re a hero. SARA was the one who saved my life. You’re just an a*s who hides behind the real heroes, then takes the credit.” Chase shouted. Glue shook with rage. He raised a hand to slap her. Before he could, Chase tackled him.

He fell to the ground, shocked, not expecting the attack. He recovered, then stood up, and grabbed Chase by the wrist. She started pulling her towards the hallway. His grip was strong, and he was pulling her so fast, he seemed to be dislocating her shoulder. Chase didn’t even struggle.

Glue stopped. It was at the end of the hallway. He glared at her. “Listen to me. You had a life before this. A family. Something went wrong. You were taken somewhere, and they did something to you. Why were you taken away?”  He didn’t seem angry anymore. Just desperate.

Chase closed her eyes. “I don’t know.”

 “Then remember! THINK.” Chase did. She closed her eyes. She thought and thought. She seemed to bring something back up. The memory of her running and laughing. Letting out a gasp, a sharp pain stabbed the back of her head. Chase grabbed Glue’s upper arms. She refused to go under this time.

“We’re running down a street. Me, my brother, and two others. A girl and a boy. We…” She started when she realized that the foursome wasn’t laughing, but screaming in fear. “We’re running away from someone. He...” she struggled to hold onto the memory. “He has a gun. He’s shooting at us. He hit my brother. We keep running.” Chase shook her head slightly. If she wanted to really remember, she’d have to be their. She closes her eyes, and let’s herself become part of her own twisted memory.

                  

 

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She was running, her feet pounding on the gray, hold ridden asphalt. She heard the gunshot, but she didn’t see who it hit. She just kept running. She couldn’t stop. The secrets she knew, they’d kill her for. She twisted around a corner, towards the harbor. Underneath the water, waiting was an escape route. Another city. She could make it out and stop Dr. Crepes plan. She had the chance.  She could save the world……     

          But she couldn’t. At the harbor was an army, pounding toward her. S**t. Chase was trapped in the city. No way out. Maybe she could slip past the army….

          In the end, it was her hesitation. She stopped to think. She was mortified it had gone wrong. One man tackled her. She was being tied up. She saw her friends shot to death. On man leaned towards her and hissed cruelly through his crooked yellow teeth, “Your next you little traitor!” The memory faded into darkness, leaving Chase in shock.