Chapter 5

PLEASE NOT! THERE IS MORE MAJOR SWEARING IN THIS CHAPTER THAN IN THE OTHERS.

Chapter 5

 

 

          During the middle of dinner, Glue sauntered back in. Chase stifled the urge to kick his shins when he sat across from her.

          “What up?” He asked calmly, grabbing a healthy helping of pasta.

          ”Oh not much, I’m just resisting the urge to kick your-Ow!!” Chase broke off when Sara kicked her leg. Hard.

          “So Chase,” Sara said hastily, before Glue could say anything. He simply glared at Chase. If looks could kill. Chase thought.  “I’m surprised you don’t have that many questions for us.”

          “Oh, believe me, I do. It’s rude to ask questions when someone gives their home up so graciously.” Chase said with a plastered on smile.

          “Never knew a barbarian like you would have such good manners.” Glue muttered. Chase ignored him.

          “Well ask!” Clara smiled. Chase smiled back. It was hard not to; Clara was very comforting.

          “My biggest one is what the hell this Doctor dude is up to?” No one would meet her gaze. Glue finally spoke up.

          “We don’t know.” He whispered, staring with almost disgust at the salad Clara had put on his plate. Chase choked on her pasta.

          “What?! How could you not know?”

          “Chase be realistic here!” Glue snapped. “How are we supposed to find out? Our only shot was killed two months ago.”

          Chase bristled. “Well, I don’t know! Are you sure he’s a killer?”

Clara nodded grimly. “Besides the obvious reasons, He has already put a dictatorship over most of North America.” Chase’s jaw cropped.

          “What!?” Chase shrieked. “Why? How? Why?!”

          “Whatever happened to not asking questions?” Glue sneered. Chase kicked his leg. “We don’t know why. We assume he wants to take over the world. How? We are assuming the people are following him because he kinda brainwashed him.” Glue summarized. The more he said, the more Chase didn’t want to hear.

          “We also know he is working his through South America.” Sara added.

Chase shook her head. “But why?” She whispered, feeling small and much shaken. Glue shrugged and swallowed a mouthful of pasta,

          “Why would anyone take over the world? Money, power, greed, fun.”

Sara threw a lettuce leaf at him. “Fun?!” She giggled.

          “It’s just a guess!” He protested, grinning wickedly.

          “How does that make sense?” Chase giggled.

          “Because it does!” Roared Sara, her face turning red from laughter.

Chase laughed even harder, and got up from the table. Glue’s face turned red and he scowled. But he was laughing, his eyes smiling. Sara yelped and jumped up and hid behind Chase.

          “You wanna know what’s fun?” Glue growled, his voice teasing.

Sara gasped. “No! That’s no fun at all!”

          “It is for me!” Glue yelled, launching himself at the girls.

Chase screamed with laughter, holding her stomach from laughing to hard.

          “I got you!” Glue smiled at the girls, while Sara struggled to get him off. Chase froze.

          “Chase?” Glue asked, his voice puzzled. She didn’t hear him though. She let out a gasp of pain as a sharp feeling stuck her head.

          “S**t! Clara, get some water! Sara, make up a cot!” Glue started to bark out instructions. Chase didn’t hear anymore though. As the world turned black, Chase braced herself for the worst.

 

 

 

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          Chase’s eyes slowly opened. She was curled up on a white linoleum floor. The ways were tiled white. Everything was white. She sat up slowly, using the wall for support. Grey spots danced in front of her eyes. Blinking repeatedly, she got a somewhat better look of the room.  A long white bench stretched from end to end of the small room. One other person was in there with her, and adult man, of about fifty years. He was sitting in the bench, leaning against the all farthest from Chase. He had his knees drawn up, his head resting on them. His arms wrapped around his head protectively. He wore normal clothes, T-shirt, jeans.

          Chase got up slowly and walked towards the man. “Sir?” Her voice was frail and quiet. He flinched when she spoke.  “Sorry.” She whispered. She sat on the other side of the bench, farthest away from him, not talking, waiting for some information. Anything.

          Hours ticked by. At least that’s what it felt like. Chase really had no idea. Her mind wandered. Upon thinking, she realized she really wasn’t watching the scene from the corner. Chase was doing all the things she must have done. She had no control. She felt herself watching from her own body. It worried her slightly. How will I leave? A wind like voice breezed through her mind. Startled, she realized it wasn’t her thought. Well, it was, but current Chase wasn’t thinking it. Past Chase was.

          The vision slowly turned tunnel-y, and Chase felt her being pulled back from her body, threw the wall, and towards God knows what. The present. Chase knew immediately. What a waste of time. I learned nothing. Well, maybe that old guy was important. Probably not.

 

 

 

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          Chase slowly opened her eyes. She was on one of the cots in the main room. She started when she saw the Glue was sitting next to her, on a chair, reading a book. At first glance, he was clam. But, Chase squinted slightly. He was gripping the page tightly, and every now and again her would glance at his watch and grit his teeth. The room smelled vaguely of bleach. Why?

          “I didn’t think you could read.” Chase croaked. Her throat was so dry.

Glue jumped, and dropped his book. Relief was obvious in his movements as he grabbed a glass of water from the ground beside him. “How are you feeling?” He asked, handing her the glass. Chase snatched it from him and chugged it down.  She finished it in a matter of seconds.

          “Thirsty?” He guessed with a grin. Chase only nodded, and sat up. Shaking her head slightly, she looked around the room. Nothing had changed, except for the fact that it was picked up.

          “What did you see?” Glue was no longer grinning, but was searching for something. Paper. He grabbed it and sat at the table with a pen in hand.

          “Nothing. I was in a room with some old dude and then I came back.” Chase said simply, getting up and rummaging in the kitchen for something to eat. She never finished her dinner. Settling on an apple, she turned back and shrugged at Glue.

          He shook his head and put the pen down. “I was hoping you remembered something big, considering how long you were out.”

          Confusion picked at Chase. “How long was I out?” Her eyes narrowed. Something was turning in her mind.

Glue shrugged. “I dunno. Like three hours?” Chase started to choke. Her eyes bulged. Glue ran up behind her and smacked her back. She managed to swallow.

“Three hours?!” Chase gasped. Glue nodded, confusion in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Aw s**t, aw s**t, aw s**t.” Chase hissed, starting to pace the room.  “Glue, how long was I out before?”

Glue shrugged, looking uncomfortable. “Like, I don’t know, half an hour?” He shook his head. “Chase, what’s going on?” She didn’t seem to hear him though; she just kept passing the room, cussing under her breath.

“Chase!” Glue grabbed her arms. “What’s going on?” Chase shook her head. “Why does it smell like bleach in here?”

Glue looked nonplussed. “Cause you were bleeding. We weren’t sure where though. We put you on the cot and when we looked back, there was blood. I thought I hit you going down.”

Chase shook her head bitterly. “No.” She put a hand to the back of her head, and sure enough, it came back with a little bit of blood.

Glue’s eyes widened in horror. “Chase, what the hell does this mean?” He whispered, eyes searching her face.

Chase smiled bitterly. “It means I’m dying.”