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The Dangers in My Thoughts

[Chapter One]

I drifted in my thoughts thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. Suddenly I snap to attention, I look around the darkening city. I’m not sure what had broke me out of my dazed state, but whatever it was is now gone. I scratch my head and stand, stretching. I glance down at my watch, it’s 8:15. I curse, I should’ve been back over an hour ago. “Damn thoughts,” I mutter to myself. I quietly drop onto the fire escape and make my way down. Then I’m back on the street. I walk down the dark corridors made of buildings and asphalt. I snicker at my description, “Aren’t I poetic.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark figure slip into an alleyway. Almost unconsciously I slipped my hand into my pocket, as I did I felt my hand touch the reassuring steel of my iron knuckles. I slipped my fingers into them as I continued to walk down the street. I took a few more turns and pass the deli Tobias owns. My stomach rumbles as I think about his amazing BLTs.

I speed up, trying to get home as soon as possible. I turned left and I’m there, I opened the door and proceeded up the stairs to my family’s apartment. As I get closer to the door I hear my siblings bickering. I stopped in front of it and braced myself for the storm. Reaching back into my pocket I slip off the knuckles and grab my key. I slide the key into the lock and turn until I hear a click. I slowly open the door listening to the hinges squeak.

A thought flashes through my mind. I remembered how I had convinced my mom not to oil the hinges. My reasoning was if someone broke into the apartment we would know.

Now I wished I hadn’t.

“Stacy Oakland Miller, where in the world have you been!?” I cringe. “Hi mom.” One of my siblings, Lily, runs up to me. “Hiya Stacy.” I grit my teeth. “Don’t call me that,” I mutter. I normally went by Wood or just Miller.

My mom continues to scold me while I barely listen, I consider telling her that I was thinking and I had lost track of time but I dismissed the idea. Whenever I told her this she didn’t believe me, she saw it as an excuse, so I don’t bother. She never understood, it’s like she doesn’t even try.

It’s not like I controlled my white-outs, they just happened.

I apologize and help her clean up the dishes. As I do I notice my dad isn’t back yet. I don’t say anything, he’s always gone for work, I know he does it for us but, selfishly, I wanted him here.

Oh well, I couldn’t do anything about it so I might as well help where I can. After finishing with the dishes I help put my siblings in bed. Then I go to my room.

I look around. It’s small with a single twin sized bed near my window. I walked over to it and sit down to survey the rest of the room. I looked to my right and see my small dresser and clothes strewn across the floor. I grimace. I really needed to clean my room. I looked to my left and see my small bookcase, stuffed with books of all sizes. They’re piled on top of the case and stacked neatly around it. I laugh softly at the contrast of the two halves of my room.

I flopped back onto bed sighing, then suddenly I feel it again, the same thing I had felt on the roof. I spin towards the window and see a face shrouded in shadow. I jump back in alarm.

Snatching up my iron knuckles I turn, taking up a defensive stance. I see to my horror they had gotten inside. In the small amount of time that I had looked away they had somehow gotten inside. I take a half step back, then stop. I couldn’t show fear, if I did, figuratively and possibly literally, I would be torn apart. I gulp, trying my best to stay calm.

How had they gotten in so quickly? No, stop you can’t afford to blank out again. I concentrate on the intruder. They take a step closer, I tense, ready for an attack. Suddenly hands grasp me from behind. I fight back but the intruder in front of me pounces. Together they overpower me and shove a bag over my head. I continue to fight but soon realize it’s pointless.

But as they carry me out the window something tickled at the back of my brain. Why would they take me now, inside my own house? They had ample opportunity when I was alone on the roof, why now?

I have no idea…

I feel the cold air on my bare feet. Great, I’ve been kidnapped and I have no shoes on. Prepare for a painful escape. I fought even harder trying to get away from my captors. As I do I hear the one holding me grunt in effort. Bolstered by this I continued to buck and kick like a rodeo stallion. Then the bag over my head slips and falls off.

My eyes widen and I struggled not to scream.

We’re sailing high over the city! I feel the blood drain from my face as I realize what would have happened if dropped me.

I stop struggling.

Then one of them spoke up, “Almost there,” they directed the words towards the person carrying me.

Suddenly we went higher, my ears pop painfully and it becomes difficult to breathe. I try taking some easy, steadying breaths but it isn’t working. I feel myself start to drift towards unconsciousness. No! I was not going to blackout. I struggle to stay awake, forcing myself to concentrate on something, anything. I look down watching the city, my home, get smaller and smaller. Then we stop. I try to turn, to see where we are, but to no avail.

Then I hear a third voice, this one is ruff, deep, and very masculine.

“Password,” the voice barks.

I hear my captors whisper something but what they say is lost to me, having been carried away by the wind.

“Welcome back,” the gruff voice barks again, startling me.

We move inside. As we pass the guard at the entrance I sneak a glance at him. He’s tall and weathered, with scars all over his body. His hair is cut military style and he’s wearing a tight-fitting black t-shirt, combat boots, and tan cargo pants.

I look away.

Where the hell am I?

Questions are bouncing around in my head, making it hard to think. I do my best to turn and take in my surroundings. We walk through brightly lit hallways furnished only by occasional paintings on the walls. We enter a new room and from the way my captors footstep’s echo, it’s a big one. As we enter I start to hear voices, making me grateful that I still have my normal clothes on.

We come to a stop and I’m placed in a chair. Now I take a good look around the room. It’s spacious, brightly lit like the rest of this place and trimmed with gold. But the thing about the room that I noticed first was the rows and rows of people. All of them sitting in benches, outlining the circular room. Sitting in front of me are two people. The first is tall and blonde with angled features and long nimble fingers. He’s wearing a large extravagant robe, embroidered with gold and blue threads. The other is my father.

My father has never been overly impressive, he has brown hair like me and he’s a little over average height. He looks tired and disheveled, I didn’t realize my mouth was open until my dad noticed me. He gasps, turning to the tall blonde man,

“I thought I told you not to bring my family into this!”

I look at my dad, confused, “Dad, what’s going on?” I ask cautiously.

He turns to me, “It’s gonna be alright, don’t worry.”

I look at him incredulously, “I’m not worried, a little confused, but not worried.” Now my dad seems confused.

“Wait what?” He asks.

I sigh then, “Please just continue your conversation. Because I am REALLY confused.”

“Um-I—“ my father stutters. Then the tall blond man interrupts.

“Yes, we shall. Thank you young...”

“Man,” I finish for him.

“Well, anyway, as I was saying; your work has done wonders for us in the past but your progress with the M.E.I has proved... unsatisfactory. You have decided, without the permission of this counsel, to dismantle the program and have been hiding a subject of the program under your own roof.” I could hear the distain in his voice and see the subtle anger in his eyes.

I look at my dad, his expression had turned, he was furious.

“HE’S MY SON!! Why in the worlds would I give him to you!?”

“Because it’s your job, a job that you have proved that you are not qualified to do. So we have made the decision to remove you of your involvement in the program and we will also be taking custody over your son—“

“NO!! No you can’t!! You promised you’d leave them out of this, you promised—!”

“Guards, take him away.”

Two bulky guards dressed in similar attire as the one outside grab my dad and drag him out of the room.

“DAD NO!!”

I turn forcefully towards the blond man fighting against restraints that sprung up from the chair.

“LEAVE MY DAD ALONE YOU BASTARD!!!” I scream.

“Bring him to the labs,” the blond man waved dismissively and the restraints disappeared. When they did I leap to my feet and rush the guy, but I’m grabbed on either side by my original captors and they start to drag me away. I fought so viciously that the two called for backup.

“Bring back my dad you blond-haired freak!!”

He didn’t even give me a second glance and as I was dragged from the room still fighting he rises and says, “Meeting adjourned.”

Then the big doors slam shut.

“Get offa me!!” I kick one person in the shin then, with one arm free, I burry my elbow deep into the gut of another. They bend and I use their momentum against them driving the back of my head into their face. I hear them yell in pain. I whirl and punch another in the neck, collapsing their windpipe; with a final roundhouse kick to the temple I bring down the last guard. As they fall I bolt, I run as fast as I can, my bare feet slapping on the white-tiled floor. I had no idea where I was going but I kept running anyways. I turn some corners but run face first into a group of guards; I scramble back the way I’d come.

“Hey you! Stop right there!”

I don’t stop but I do glance back behind me to see the guards struggling to catch up with me. I grin fiercely and turn forwards. My face slams into the chest of another guard. I look up, it must’ve been one of the guards I had downed because there was a trickle of blood running down the corner of his mouth. I could tell he was pissed.

“Heh heh. Oops?”

He grabs me and sticks something into my neck.

“H-hey wha-ah...”

Everything goes dark.

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