Interrogation

Continuation/Different part of the same story

I jumped to grab the rock ledge and caught it, slowly pulling myself up with my arms, but as I peeked over ledge, I almost let go, which would have resulted in falling a fatal distance, even for me. I silently cursed. On the ledge stood nearly an entire battalion of the I’s best soldiers. Why were they here? How did they know where Roanoake was supposed to be? My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the voices of two soldiers coming my way, as if to peek over the edge. I, once again, silently cursed them, and prepared myself. As they came closer, I swung myself into a backflip over the edge, kicking them both in the chest. They collapsed immediately as their hearts stopped, and I landed next to them, crouched and poised for action. As the battalion recovered from their shock and began to shoot, I dove behind a nearby boulder, unslinging my gun from around my shoulder and preparing to shoot it. Taking a deep breath, I, in one motion, stood, stepped from behind the boulder and aimed to shoot. I pulled the trigger and the figure calmly aimed and shot. The bullets met mid-air and shattered. He stepped toward me, taking off his helmet as he came closer. I prepared my gun to fire again, a soundless snarl written on my face in warning, but let it fall in shock as she dropped her helmet to the ground. She grinned viciously. “You wouldn’t shoot your own sister, would you Curtis?” My feet were knocked from under me by an invisible force as she smirked. Moments before my head hit the ground, I shouted, both mentally and vocally, “RUN!” And then I slipped out of consciousness.

I woke to silence. Where was I? In an instant, I remembered everything. I reached out with my mind, trying to contact Sandy to make sure they were okay. I hit a wall. I tried again with similar results. Panicking, I tried to reach Dusty, but to no success. What was going on?

“You’re drugged, idiot.” I heard Alex’s voice off to the side. Opening my eyes, I sat up on my cot, taking note of the cuff binding me to the frame. Looking around, I saw her crouched in the corner of the room, watching me. In her hands was a gun that she was absentmindedly twirling. My heart raced involuntarily as I whispered, “You’re alive.” She rolled her eyes and pushed herself up.

“No shiz, Sherlock.” She walked towards me. “Now. I have some questions and you’re going to give me some answers.” She sat herself on a chair in front of me, leaning in towards me. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall, sighing. “No, I don’t think I am.” In an instant, she spun the gun and shot, grazing my face. An inch closer, and I’d be dead. I forced myself to remain still as I felt the bullet pass. I would give her no satisfaction.

“I’m not kidding, Curtis,” she threatened quietly. I could feel her eyes boring into to me. I slowly opened my eyes, resisting the urge to check my face, and stared directly into her cold, ice-like eyes.

“Neither am I.”

She smiled grimly. “Then I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.” Instantly, her mind attacked mine like a spear, but I was prepared and blocked it, retreating into an impenetrable barrier. As I gained confidence, I heard a sudden bang and felt an instantaneous pain in my foot. I yelled in pain, and my mind wavered for a mere second. She slipped in, instantly immobilizing me. Her eyes opened and she looked at me smugly. “You’re rusty.” Gritting my teeth, I answered her in my mind. “No one good to practice with.” I could feel the burning in my foot, and allowed myself a quick glance. Blood gushed from a bullet hole. “Your subtle ways of interrogation astound me.” I thought, and she laughed. “Why should I start with subtleties when you lose so easily?”

“So tell me, Curtis, where is Roanoke?”

I remained silent, suppressing any thought. She glared.

“Let’s try that again.” She stomped on my already injured foot, and asked “Where. Is. Roanoke?” I gasped as pain shot through my leg. Black flashed in front of my eyes for a second before I returned. I. Don’t. Know.

“Really? Tell me then, who was in charge of planning Roanoke? Who created every. Single. Contingency plan?” She asked through gritted teeth.

I smiled widely. If you know so much, Alex, why are you asking me? She ground her heel into the wound, and I cried out. My vision blurred momentarily, and all I could hear was static. I looked up at her through a haze. She was saying something, but I didn’t really care. I focused on her shirt, noticing the way it wrinkled. I was snapped back to reality as she jumped back. Her shirt was smoking.