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Post by TheSource on Feb 12, 2019 17:12:42 GMT -5
Chapter 3
I was given a mild sedative to not only quell my anxiety about flying, but also to aid in my transport from the hospital to the plane. When I finally awoke, I learned that we were already halfway across the country. As the sedative was wearing off and my mind starting to clear, the act of flying no longer dominated my thoughts. Instead, I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that my Dad had a twin. Another walking, talking, breathing, thinking human that looked exactly like my father. A twin. I could hardly believe it. So many questions that I needed answers to. My mind was racing. Why hadn't he ever mentioned it? Why all the secrecy through the years about him? What was he trying to hide? Did my mother know about Dad's twin? Would I get the chance to meet him? I needed answers to these and so many more questions. But would I get them....
As we began the descent for landing, I could feel my ears pop. The flight had been relatively smooth, though the first half I don't remember. Suddenly, the plane changed trajectory. Instead feeling we were slightly tilted towards the ground I could feel the plane begin to climb... and climb fast! Someone came out of the cockpit dressed in an aviator type suit. He told us, "Ground control has just informed us the airport our flight plan had us landing at has been taken over by a group of armed men. They appear to be accomplices of one of the rioting prisoners. That man is in prison for racketeering. He is what is known as a mafia boss. Law enforcement is tied up at the prison and the airport was left without security. We've been diverted to another airport, but are running extremely low on fuel. If need be, we will put down on the Interstate highway. Don't worry! We've landed in worse conditions. Remain calm. I will turn on the television for you folk. CNN is running wall-to-wall coverage of the prison riot and are showing pictures of the mob boss."
As I sat watching the TV, all my questions were still whirling around in my head. The coverage on CNN was nothing but shots of footage that had already happened and showed the prisoners commandeering several vehicles. The anchorman kept breaking in over and over explaining what had happened saying the same thing over and over only in a different way each time. After about five minutes of this monotonous monologue, I was about ready to turn off the TV but a banner proclaiming breaking news flashed across the screen accompanied by the usual attention-grabbing music. "This just in!", the voice on the television said with a bit of excitement. "The first photos of who the authorities suspect of being the brains behind the prison riot and the resulting escape.", the anchorman went on to say excitedly. What I saw next had me riveted to the screen and sent chills through my fragile body shaking me to my core. I was looking at my Dad on the TV only it wasn't my father. It was his twin. For the first time I was seeing the very man they said that was my perfect match for stem cell donation.
At seventeen years old, can my mind even encompass... even begin to analyze this moment in time. I'm dying of an aggressive form of cancer. An uncle that I never knew I had and have never met is the only person on God's Green Earth that has the potential of providing life saving stem cells. That uncle is a convicted murderer... a crime boss... recently escaping from a maximum security Federal prison. The same FBI that went beyond the call of duty to find a stem cell match is now hunting that donor with a "dead or alive" protocol. I am on an airplane, strength waning, about to land in a city where I've never been and be admitted to a hospital where I don't know the doctors or nurses. As my eyes begin to fill with the tears of fear and frustration, I am hit with the most important question of all... How long do I have left? Hours... days... weeks... Will I even see my eighteenth birthday?
As the plane set down on the tarmac and rolled to the taxiway, my thoughts and tears left me as I looked out the window and saw the flashing lights of police cars and a string of black cars behind them motoring in our general direction. I surmised that they were here to greet someone. Someone important . I learned very quickly that they were here for us. Me specifically. But why me? Was I that important a person that would warrant this kind of attention and security? My parents were just normal people and held mundane jobs and certainly could not afford all the opulence that was engrossing us. Again, I asked myself why all the pomp and circumstance for little old me? I was curious and tried to fight the sedative I was given to ease my transport so I could stay awake, but the drug was too powerful. Little did I realize that all would be revealed very shortly as my ambulance and its escorts screamed down the highway towards our destination.
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Post by 2old on Feb 12, 2019 21:18:36 GMT -5
Chapter 3
I was given a mild sedative to not only quell my anxiety about flying, but also to aid in my transport from the hospital to the plane. When I finally awoke, I learned that we were already halfway across the country. As the sedative was wearing off and my mind starting to clear, the act of flying no longer dominated my thoughts. Instead, I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that my Dad had a twin. Another walking, talking, breathing, thinking human that looked exactly like my father. A twin. I could hardly believe it. So many questions that I needed answers to. My mind was racing. Why hadn't he ever mentioned it? Why all the secrecy through the years about him? What was he trying to hide? Did my mother know about Dad's twin? Would I get the chance to meet him? I needed answers to these and so many more questions. But would I get them....
As we began the descent for landing, I could feel my ears pop. The flight had been relatively smooth, though the first half I don't remember. Suddenly, the plane changed trajectory. Instead feeling we were slightly tilted towards the ground I could feel the plane begin to climb... and climb fast! Someone came out of the cockpit dressed in an aviator type suit. He told us, "Ground control has just informed us the airport our flight plan had us landing at has been taken over by a group of armed men. They appear to be accomplices of one of the rioting prisoners. That man is in prison for racketeering. He is what is known as a mafia boss. Law enforcement is tied up at the prison and the airport was left without security. We've been diverted to another airport, but are running extremely low on fuel. If need be, we will put down on the Interstate highway. Don't worry! We've landed in worse conditions. Remain calm. I will turn on the television for you folk. CNN is running wall-to-wall coverage of the prison riot and are showing pictures of the mob boss."
As I sat watching the TV, all my questions were still whirling around in my head. The coverage on CNN was nothing but shots of footage that had already happened and showed the prisoners commandeering several vehicles. The anchorman kept breaking in over and over explaining what had happened saying the same thing over and over only in a different way each time. After about five minutes of this monotonous monologue, I was about ready to turn off the TV but a banner proclaiming breaking news flashed across the screen accompanied by the usual attention-grabbing music. "This just in!", the voice on the television said with a bit of excitement. "The first photos of who the authorities suspect of being the brains behind the prison riot and the resulting escape.", the anchorman went on to say excitedly. What I saw next had me riveted to the screen and sent chills through my fragile body shaking me to my core. I was looking at my Dad on the TV only it wasn't my father. It was his twin. For the first time I was seeing the very man they said that was my perfect match for stem cell donation.
At seventeen years old, can my mind even encompass... even begin to analyze this moment in time. I'm dying of an aggressive form of cancer. An uncle that I never knew I had and have never met is the only person on God's Green Earth that has the potential of providing life saving stem cells. That uncle is a convicted murderer... a crime boss... recently escaping from a maximum security Federal prison. The same FBI that went beyond the call of duty to find a stem cell match is now hunting that donor with a "dead or alive" protocol. I am on an airplane, strength waning, about to land in a city where I've never been and be admitted to a hospital where I don't know the doctors or nurses. As my eyes begin to fill with the tears of fear and frustration, I am hit with the most important question of all... How long do I have left? Hours... days... weeks... Will I even see my eighteenth birthday?
As the plane set down on the tarmac and rolled to the taxiway, my thoughts and tears left me as I looked out the window and saw the flashing lights of police cars and a string of black cars behind them motoring in our general direction. I surmised that they were here to greet someone. Someone important . I learned very quickly that they were here for us. Me specifically. But why me? Was I that important a person that would warrant this kind of attention and security? My parents were just normal people and held mundane jobs and certainly could not afford all the opulence that was engrossing us. Again, I asked myself why all the pomp and circumstance for little old me? I was curious and tried to fight the sedative I was given to ease my transport so I could stay awake, but the drug was too powerful. Little did I realize that all would be revealed very shortly as my ambulance and its escorts screamed down the highway towards our destination.
Fuzzy... Fog... Trying to clear my mind as consciousness was doing its best to return. It was evident I had been transported and was now in a bed... in a hospital... somewhere. No doctors or nurses were able to be seen in the room. Where is everyone? Where am I? What's the plan? Wait! I have a roommate. My parents have been adamant that I was to be always in a private room. My parents always paid for a private room. There is no way I'm going to have someone hearing me cry or hear me curse or hear me just pound my pillow... because I'm dying! I'm not going to be stuck in a strange place with a roommate I don't even know. Where is the nurse call button. It's got to be here somewhere. Where... WHAT! My roommate is a man! WHAT! Why in the world am I, a seventeen year old girl, placed in the same room as a male patient? Something is wrong. Something... It's my dad! What has happened to my dad? Was he in an accident while they were transporting me? Did the pressure of all that is going on with me cause him to have a heart attack? "Dad." "DAD!" "DAD, WAKE UP!" As the roommate turned slowly to face me straight on, my breath caught in my throat. This is not my dad. Within feet of me... alone in my room... is my uncle. Within feet of me... alone in my room... is a murderous crime boss. Within feet of me... alone in my room... is a person who has just broken out of a maximum security prison. Within feet of me... alone in my room... is the one person who can save my life. With head pounding from the anesthetic "hangover" and my heart in my throat from the realization of who is in the hospital bed next to mine, suddenly the room door opens and my stomach begins to retch when I see who walks in.
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Post by TheSource on Feb 13, 2019 11:58:29 GMT -5
Chapter 4
The noise I made when I awoke and called out in alarm must have been a signal to those that were waiting on the other side of my door. I fell back in my bed and my thoughts were racing a million miles an hour. I couldn't believe that my father's twin was in the bed next to mine. "Where are my parents? Why aren't they here?", I was thinking. I reopened my eyes and sat halfway up just in time to see the man next to me stir and heard the rattling of what sounded like chains coming from his bed. They were handcuffs. He was beginning to come to life and I guessed that he had been sedated also and that my alarming screams woke him from his drug induced slumber. By now, there were half a dozen people crammed into my small room and all looking at me. I spotted my mom and dad in the back. "Mom! Dad!", I called out, but before they could answer, the man in the front began to speak. "Katy, on behalf of the President, the Joint Chiefs of Staff here, the United States of America and myself, I would like to extend a gracious thank you for agreeing to be with us today." I couldn't believe that the Vice President, of all people and a man I despise for his past, was standing in front of me. He went on to say, "You are the only one that can help us. The man lying next to you is not who he seems. Yes, he is your fathers' twin but his entire identity has been a ruse through the years in order to gain what we needed to get us to this point in time today. The whole riot and escape were staged in order to get him out and here without the least bit of suspicion. We face an enemy far greater than you can imagine and am asking for your help. This man has graciously volunteered to help us...help YOU, so that we can continue to fight the fight we've been embroiled in for so long." Just then the man next to me stirred and began to speak, "Ah...George. Do you think you can remove the cuffs now?"
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Post by 2old on Feb 13, 2019 18:07:03 GMT -5
Chapter 4
The noise I made when I awoke and called out in alarm must have been a signal to those that were waiting on the other side of my door. I fell back in my bed and my thoughts were racing a million miles an hour. I couldn't believe that my father's twin was in the bed next to mine. "Where are my parents? Why aren't they here?", I was thinking. I reopened my eyes and sat halfway up just in time to see the man next to me stir and heard the rattling of what sounded like chains coming from his bed. They were handcuffs. He was beginning to come to life and I guessed that he had been sedated also and that my alarming screams woke him from his drug induced slumber. By now, there were half a dozen people crammed into my small room and all looking at me. I spotted my mom and dad in the back. "Mom! Dad!", I called out, but before they could answer, the man in the front began to speak. "Katy, on behalf of the President, the Joint Chiefs of Staff here, the United States of America and myself, I would like to extend a gracious thank you for agreeing to be with us today." I couldn't believe that the Vice President, of all people and a man I despise for his past, was standing in front of me. He went on to say, "You are the only one that can help us. The man lying next to you is not who he seems. Yes, he is your fathers' twin but his entire identity has been a ruse through the years in order to gain what we needed to get us to this point in time today. The whole riot and escape were staged in order to get him out and here without the least bit of suspicion. We face an enemy far greater than you can imagine and am asking for your help. This man has graciously volunteered to help us...help YOU, so that we can continue to fight the fight we've been embroiled in for so long." Just then the man next to me stirred and began to speak, "Ah...George. Do you think you can remove the cuffs now?"
Talk about shock! Dying from an aggressive cancer. Needing a stem cell transplant to even have a chance of survival. Finding that my father has an identical twin who is... was... may not have been one of the most homicidal crime bosses since John Gotti is a lot to comprehend. Add to that, the sudden intrusion of the Vice President of the United States who is asking my help in some clandestine plot to save our government. And, I'm only seventeen years old. Geez! Wonder what will provide excitement when I'm old... like 21!! I want to live. I don't want to die. I need this stem cell transplant. Then why... WHY did my 17 year old brain force my mouth to ask, "Mr. Vice President. I heard your question. Honestly, I don't like you and what you or the President of the United States stand for. Tell me this. What happens if I refuse to be a party to what you are proposing?"
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Post by TheSource on Feb 13, 2019 20:25:26 GMT -5
Chapter 4
The noise I made when I awoke and called out in alarm must have been a signal to those that were waiting on the other side of my door. I fell back in my bed and my thoughts were racing a million miles an hour. I couldn't believe that my father's twin was in the bed next to mine. "Where are my parents? Why aren't they here?", I was thinking. I reopened my eyes and sat halfway up just in time to see the man next to me stir and heard the rattling of what sounded like chains coming from his bed. They were handcuffs. He was beginning to come to life and I guessed that he had been sedated also and that my alarming screams woke him from his drug induced slumber. By now, there were half a dozen people crammed into my small room and all looking at me. I spotted my mom and dad in the back. "Mom! Dad!", I called out, but before they could answer, the man in the front began to speak. "Katy, on behalf of the President, the Joint Chiefs of Staff here, the United States of America and myself, I would like to extend a gracious thank you for agreeing to be with us today." I couldn't believe that the Vice President, of all people and a man I despise for his past, was standing in front of me. He went on to say, "You are the only one that can help us. The man lying next to you is not who he seems. Yes, he is your fathers' twin but his entire identity has been a ruse through the years in order to gain what we needed to get us to this point in time today. The whole riot and escape were staged in order to get him out and here without the least bit of suspicion. We face an enemy far greater than you can imagine and am asking for your help. This man has graciously volunteered to help us...help YOU, so that we can continue to fight the fight we've been embroiled in for so long." Just then the man next to me stirred and began to speak, "Ah...George. Do you think you can remove the cuffs now?"
Talk about shock! Dying from an aggressive cancer. Needing a stem cell transplant to even have a chance of survival. Finding that my father has an identical twin who is... was... may not have been one of the most homicidal crime bosses since John Gotti is a lot to comprehend. Add to that, the sudden intrusion of the Vice President of the United States who is asking my help in some clandestine plot to save our government. And, I'm only seventeen years old. Geez! Wonder what will provide excitement when I'm old... like 21!! I want to live. I don't want to die. I need this stem cell transplant. Then why... WHY did my 17 year old brain force my mouth to ask, "Mr. Vice President. I heard your question. Honestly, I don't like you and what you or the President of the United States stand for. Tell me this. What happens if I refuse to be a party to what you are proposing?"
I was dead serious in asking that question which garnered a gasp from my mother. I wanted to know what the consequences would be and what it would mean for my family. Would I, we, be sent into exile as traitors and stranded somewhere on a desert island somewhere in the South Pacific or sent to Antarctica to live out my dying days in the cold? I needed an answer as I was still trying to comprehend the whole situation. All eyes were still focused on me as the the Vice President began to speak. "My dear Katy", he began, "I know that this must be hard for you to comprehend and seem a little overwhelming, but the security of our beloved nation...our world... is at stake. It matters not whether you approve or disapprove of me or our president, but there are far larger things are at stake here. Larger than you, me, the United States or anything else that you could possibly imagine." At this point, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine which made me shudder visibly. Seemingly not noticing, the Vice President went on to add, "Katy, we have been contacted by an 'outside source' that can and is willing to help us. Out of the entire population of eight billion people on the planet, it has been determined that you, Katy, are the ONLY one that has, shall we say, 'the right stuff'. We have agreed that the decision be solely yours as keeping with our valued principals of humanity whether or not you choose to accept what is going to be the start of your greatest accomplishment and secure you a place forever in the history books."
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Post by 2old on Feb 14, 2019 8:17:48 GMT -5
Chapter 4
The noise I made when I awoke and called out in alarm must have been a signal to those that were waiting on the other side of my door. I fell back in my bed and my thoughts were racing a million miles an hour. I couldn't believe that my father's twin was in the bed next to mine. "Where are my parents? Why aren't they here?", I was thinking. I reopened my eyes and sat halfway up just in time to see the man next to me stir and heard the rattling of what sounded like chains coming from his bed. They were handcuffs. He was beginning to come to life and I guessed that he had been sedated also and that my alarming screams woke him from his drug induced slumber. By now, there were half a dozen people crammed into my small room and all looking at me. I spotted my mom and dad in the back. "Mom! Dad!", I called out, but before they could answer, the man in the front began to speak. "Katy, on behalf of the President, the Joint Chiefs of Staff here, the United States of America and myself, I would like to extend a gracious thank you for agreeing to be with us today." I couldn't believe that the Vice President, of all people and a man I despise for his past, was standing in front of me. He went on to say, "You are the only one that can help us. The man lying next to you is not who he seems. Yes, he is your fathers' twin but his entire identity has been a ruse through the years in order to gain what we needed to get us to this point in time today. The whole riot and escape were staged in order to get him out and here without the least bit of suspicion. We face an enemy far greater than you can imagine and am asking for your help. This man has graciously volunteered to help us...help YOU, so that we can continue to fight the fight we've been embroiled in for so long." Just then the man next to me stirred and began to speak, "Ah...George. Do you think you can remove the cuffs now?"
Talk about shock! Dying from an aggressive cancer. Needing a stem cell transplant to even have a chance of survival. Finding that my father has an identical twin who is... was... may not have been one of the most homicidal crime bosses since John Gotti is a lot to comprehend. Add to that, the sudden intrusion of the Vice President of the United States who is asking my help in some clandestine plot to save our government. And, I'm only seventeen years old. Geez! Wonder what will provide excitement when I'm old... like 21!! I want to live. I don't want to die. I need this stem cell transplant. Then why... WHY did my 17 year old brain force my mouth to ask, "Mr. Vice President. I heard your question. Honestly, I don't like you and what you or the President of the United States stand for. Tell me this. What happens if I refuse to be a party to what you are proposing?"
I was dead serious in asking that question which garnered a gasp from my mother. I wanted to know what the consequences would be and what it would mean for my family. Would I, we, be sent into exile as traitors and stranded somewhere on a desert island somewhere in the South Pacific or sent to Antarctica to live out my dying days in the cold? I needed an answer as I was still trying to comprehend the whole situation. All eyes were still focused on me as the the Vice President began to speak. "My dear Katy", he began, "I know that this must be hard for you to comprehend and seem a little overwhelming, but the security of our beloved nation...our world... is at stake. It matters not whether you approve or disapprove of me or our president, but there are far larger things are at stake here. Larger than you, me, the United States or anything else that you could possibly imagine." At this point, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine which made me shudder visibly. Seemingly not noticing, the Vice President went on to add, "Katy, we have been contacted by an 'outside source' that can and is willing to help us. Out of the entire population of eight billion people on the planet, it has been determined that you, Katy, are the ONLY one that has, shall we say, 'the right stuff'. We have agreed that the decision be solely yours as keeping with our valued principals of humanity whether or not you choose to accept what is going to be the start of your greatest accomplishment and secure you a place forever in the history books."
The Vice President continued, "Perusing your social media accounts, it is a well-known fact you heartily disagree with the direction our President is taking the Nation. That attitude is not something specific to just you. The President's poll ratings have been dropping like a rock. Polls don't mean diddly-squat to the future of the United States of America. If you agree to assist, you will find much of what the President of the United States has been saying, Tweeting, and doing is a charade to cover a much more evil plot behind the scenes. You have seen the theories promoted by various news outlets, suggesting our President is but a pawn for Putin or Kim or Xi. Again, by design to keep the People from discovering who is really pulling the puppet strings. Please be assured, we will NEVER deny you this medical procedure of a stem cell transplant and deny you the years ahead. Our intelligence agencies have come up with a plan where we can perform this transplant and leak to the press you being saved by a career criminal. The script is written as to where it goes from there. If you agree to help your country, I will begin sharing our idea of where we go from here. I'm going to fly back to Washington in about an hour. I will be waiting outside while you discuss this with your parents... and your uncle. There's not much time. The decision is yours!"
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Post by TheSource on Feb 14, 2019 21:47:38 GMT -5
Chapter 4
The noise I made when I awoke and called out in alarm must have been a signal to those that were waiting on the other side of my door. I fell back in my bed and my thoughts were racing a million miles an hour. I couldn't believe that my father's twin was in the bed next to mine. "Where are my parents? Why aren't they here?", I was thinking. I reopened my eyes and sat halfway up just in time to see the man next to me stir and heard the rattling of what sounded like chains coming from his bed. They were handcuffs. He was beginning to come to life and I guessed that he had been sedated also and that my alarming screams woke him from his drug induced slumber. By now, there were half a dozen people crammed into my small room and all looking at me. I spotted my mom and dad in the back. "Mom! Dad!", I called out, but before they could answer, the man in the front began to speak. "Katy, on behalf of the President, the Joint Chiefs of Staff here, the United States of America and myself, I would like to extend a gracious thank you for agreeing to be with us today." I couldn't believe that the Vice President, of all people and a man I despise for his past, was standing in front of me. He went on to say, "You are the only one that can help us. The man lying next to you is not who he seems. Yes, he is your fathers' twin but his entire identity has been a ruse through the years in order to gain what we needed to get us to this point in time today. The whole riot and escape were staged in order to get him out and here without the least bit of suspicion. We face an enemy far greater than you can imagine and am asking for your help. This man has graciously volunteered to help us...help YOU, so that we can continue to fight the fight we've been embroiled in for so long." Just then the man next to me stirred and began to speak, "Ah...George. Do you think you can remove the cuffs now?"
Talk about shock! Dying from an aggressive cancer. Needing a stem cell transplant to even have a chance of survival. Finding that my father has an identical twin who is... was... may not have been one of the most homicidal crime bosses since John Gotti is a lot to comprehend. Add to that, the sudden intrusion of the Vice President of the United States who is asking my help in some clandestine plot to save our government. And, I'm only seventeen years old. Geez! Wonder what will provide excitement when I'm old... like 21!! I want to live. I don't want to die. I need this stem cell transplant. Then why... WHY did my 17 year old brain force my mouth to ask, "Mr. Vice President. I heard your question. Honestly, I don't like you and what you or the President of the United States stand for. Tell me this. What happens if I refuse to be a party to what you are proposing?"
I was dead serious in asking that question which garnered a gasp from my mother. I wanted to know what the consequences would be and what it would mean for my family. Would I, we, be sent into exile as traitors and stranded somewhere on a desert island somewhere in the South Pacific or sent to Antarctica to live out my dying days in the cold? I needed an answer as I was still trying to comprehend the whole situation. All eyes were still focused on me as the the Vice President began to speak. "My dear Katy", he began, "I know that this must be hard for you to comprehend and seem a little overwhelming, but the security of our beloved nation...our world... is at stake. It matters not whether you approve or disapprove of me or our president, but there are far larger things are at stake here. Larger than you, me, the United States or anything else that you could possibly imagine." At this point, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine which made me shudder visibly. Seemingly not noticing, the Vice President went on to add, "Katy, we have been contacted by an 'outside source' that can and is willing to help us. Out of the entire population of eight billion people on the planet, it has been determined that you, Katy, are the ONLY one that has, shall we say, 'the right stuff'. We have agreed that the decision be solely yours as keeping with our valued principals of humanity whether or not you choose to accept what is going to be the start of your greatest accomplishment and secure you a place forever in the history books."
The Vice President continued, "Perusing your social media accounts, it is a well-known fact you heartily disagree with the direction our President is taking the Nation. That attitude is not something specific to just you. The President's poll ratings have been dropping like a rock. Polls don't mean diddly-squat to the future of the United States of America. If you agree to assist, you will find much of what the President of the United States has been saying, Tweeting, and doing is a charade to cover a much more evil plot behind the scenes. You have seen the theories promoted by various news outlets, suggesting our President is but a pawn for Putin or Kim or Xi. Again, by design to keep the People from discovering who is really pulling the puppet strings. Please be assured, we will NEVER deny you this medical procedure of a stem cell transplant and deny you the years ahead. Our intelligence agencies have come up with a plan where we can perform this transplant and leak to the press you being saved by a career criminal. The script is written as to where it goes from there. If you agree to help your country, I will begin sharing our idea of where we go from here. I'm going to fly back to Washington in about an hour. I will be waiting outside while you discuss this with your parents... and your uncle. There's not much time. The decision is yours!"
As they were filing out of my room, my parents now moved closer to my bed and my father reached out for my hand. "Katy", he began, "You heard what the man had to say. You will get the operation one way or another but there is one thing he didn't say and left out that little detail for us to tell you." At this point, my thoughts were again racing and I stared intently into his face to try and glean the slightest clue as to what he wanted to tell me. "Through extensive research", he continued, "at a place known as Area 51, they have learned, working in conjunction with the 'outside source' that the VP had mentioned, to infuse a specially engineered non-human gene into the human genome. From 1980 to present, almost every single person that has been born in the world has had their DNA collected and collated in a worldwide data base knowing that one day someone would come along and be THE perfect host for this gene. What this means is that you are, or could be, the mold from which all future people will be modeled after. The United States is fortunate that you, we, are American and they have seized upon this opportunity to be the only country that comes out on top and secures its place as being number one in the foreseeable future. Your part will be minimal at best only requiring you to be routinely monitored and tested once a month to check on your progress. The fate and future of an entire nation lies within your hands."
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Post by 2old on Feb 15, 2019 8:05:40 GMT -5
Chapter 4
The noise I made when I awoke and called out in alarm must have been a signal to those that were waiting on the other side of my door. I fell back in my bed and my thoughts were racing a million miles an hour. I couldn't believe that my father's twin was in the bed next to mine. "Where are my parents? Why aren't they here?", I was thinking. I reopened my eyes and sat halfway up just in time to see the man next to me stir and heard the rattling of what sounded like chains coming from his bed. They were handcuffs. He was beginning to come to life and I guessed that he had been sedated also and that my alarming screams woke him from his drug induced slumber. By now, there were half a dozen people crammed into my small room and all looking at me. I spotted my mom and dad in the back. "Mom! Dad!", I called out, but before they could answer, the man in the front began to speak. "Katy, on behalf of the President, the Joint Chiefs of Staff here, the United States of America and myself, I would like to extend a gracious thank you for agreeing to be with us today." I couldn't believe that the Vice President, of all people and a man I despise for his past, was standing in front of me. He went on to say, "You are the only one that can help us. The man lying next to you is not who he seems. Yes, he is your fathers' twin but his entire identity has been a ruse through the years in order to gain what we needed to get us to this point in time today. The whole riot and escape were staged in order to get him out and here without the least bit of suspicion. We face an enemy far greater than you can imagine and am asking for your help. This man has graciously volunteered to help us...help YOU, so that we can continue to fight the fight we've been embroiled in for so long." Just then the man next to me stirred and began to speak, "Ah...George. Do you think you can remove the cuffs now?"
Talk about shock! Dying from an aggressive cancer. Needing a stem cell transplant to even have a chance of survival. Finding that my father has an identical twin who is... was... may not have been one of the most homicidal crime bosses since John Gotti is a lot to comprehend. Add to that, the sudden intrusion of the Vice President of the United States who is asking my help in some clandestine plot to save our government. And, I'm only seventeen years old. Geez! Wonder what will provide excitement when I'm old... like 21!! I want to live. I don't want to die. I need this stem cell transplant. Then why... WHY did my 17 year old brain force my mouth to ask, "Mr. Vice President. I heard your question. Honestly, I don't like you and what you or the President of the United States stand for. Tell me this. What happens if I refuse to be a party to what you are proposing?"
I was dead serious in asking that question which garnered a gasp from my mother. I wanted to know what the consequences would be and what it would mean for my family. Would I, we, be sent into exile as traitors and stranded somewhere on a desert island somewhere in the South Pacific or sent to Antarctica to live out my dying days in the cold? I needed an answer as I was still trying to comprehend the whole situation. All eyes were still focused on me as the the Vice President began to speak. "My dear Katy", he began, "I know that this must be hard for you to comprehend and seem a little overwhelming, but the security of our beloved nation...our world... is at stake. It matters not whether you approve or disapprove of me or our president, but there are far larger things are at stake here. Larger than you, me, the United States or anything else that you could possibly imagine." At this point, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine which made me shudder visibly. Seemingly not noticing, the Vice President went on to add, "Katy, we have been contacted by an 'outside source' that can and is willing to help us. Out of the entire population of eight billion people on the planet, it has been determined that you, Katy, are the ONLY one that has, shall we say, 'the right stuff'. We have agreed that the decision be solely yours as keeping with our valued principals of humanity whether or not you choose to accept what is going to be the start of your greatest accomplishment and secure you a place forever in the history books."
The Vice President continued, "Perusing your social media accounts, it is a well-known fact you heartily disagree with the direction our President is taking the Nation. That attitude is not something specific to just you. The President's poll ratings have been dropping like a rock. Polls don't mean diddly-squat to the future of the United States of America. If you agree to assist, you will find much of what the President of the United States has been saying, Tweeting, and doing is a charade to cover a much more evil plot behind the scenes. You have seen the theories promoted by various news outlets, suggesting our President is but a pawn for Putin or Kim or Xi. Again, by design to keep the People from discovering who is really pulling the puppet strings. Please be assured, we will NEVER deny you this medical procedure of a stem cell transplant and deny you the years ahead. Our intelligence agencies have come up with a plan where we can perform this transplant and leak to the press you being saved by a career criminal. The script is written as to where it goes from there. If you agree to help your country, I will begin sharing our idea of where we go from here. I'm going to fly back to Washington in about an hour. I will be waiting outside while you discuss this with your parents... and your uncle. There's not much time. The decision is yours!"
As they were filing out of my room, my parents now moved closer to my bed and my father reached out for my hand. "Katy", he began, "You heard what the man had to say. You will get the operation one way or another but there is one thing he didn't say and left out that little detail for us to tell you." At this point, my thoughts were again racing and I stared intently into his face to try and glean the slightest clue as to what he wanted to tell me. "Through extensive research", he continued, "at a place known as Area 51, they have learned, working in conjunction with the 'outside source' that the VP had mentioned, to infuse a specially engineered non-human gene into the human genome. From 1980 to present, almost every single person that has been born in the world has had their DNA collected and collated in a worldwide data base knowing that one day someone would come along and be THE perfect host for this gene. What this means is that you are, or could be, the mold from which all future people will be modeled after. The United States is fortunate that you, we, are American and they have seized upon this opportunity to be the only country that comes out on top and secures its place as being number one in the foreseeable future. Your part will be minimal at best only requiring you to be routinely monitored and tested once a month to check on your progress. The fate and future of an entire nation lies within your hands."
In a matter of minutes, in my mind, I've gone from a 17 year old victim of an aggressive cancer to someone wanting to use me for a scientific experiment. Instead of receiving the life-saving DNA and going home, hopefully, as a cancer survivor... they want me to become some sort of genetically modified animal. Pitbulls are genetically modified to kill other dogs. Cows are genetically modified to provide more milk or better tasting hamburgers. Wheat and other plants are genetically modified to produce more grain or fruit or grow taller or …. And now I am to become part of some government experiment to, as a genetically modified human, win global bragging rights and enhance a politician's place in history. If I agree and the news media gets wind of this, I will never have a peaceful moment again in my life. I will be recognized walking down the street and either laughed at or applauded. Marriage? Why would any person in their right mind want to marry a genetically modified freak??!! And my parents are recommending I do this? You've got to be kidding! Why would my father and mother try to convince me to transform from being their child to becoming a spectacle on the evening news? Money? Are they receiving some sort of stipend from the government to "sell their daughter"? Being only seventeen years old, do I have any rights? Can I be forcibly pushed into this experiment by my parents? Is the decision really mine? My brain is spinning! Somehow... some way... I have to placate the politicians and parents long enough for me to escape this "prison". I need to find someone outside of this facility to talk to. Someone who can give an unbiased opinion. Someone whose very life I may endanger if I share with them this government plan.
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Post by TheSource on Feb 16, 2019 21:59:52 GMT -5
Chapter 5
I closed my eyes and lay back on my bed to rest my thought filled head on my pillow. As I lay there, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as it was still racing from all the sudden excitement...if you could call it that. I could also hear muffled voices coming from behind my door and knew that they were talking about me. "What were they saying?", I thought to myself as I strained to hear them over the beeps and bleeps of the machines that I was hooked up to. "Katy, there are some more...", my dad began to say as I cut him off and said "I need to be alone now. I need to think." I rolled over on my side in a fetal position clutching my pillow as a sort of security blanket. They took the cue and I heard the door open and close as my parents left the room. I could now hear the voices from behind the door a little more clearly now as some of them were now louder sounding more angrier as I lay there staring at the wall. "I can't do this.", I thought to myself. "I love my country but hate the political machine that runs it. I don't want to be a pawn in this abstract chess game." At that point, my eyes welled up with tears. Just then, the door to my room opened and I turned to see my 'uncle' walk in. The voices behind the door suddenly fell eerily silent as the door closed behind him.
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Post by 2old on Feb 17, 2019 14:37:00 GMT -5
Chapter 5
I closed my eyes and lay back on my bed to rest my thought filled head on my pillow. As I lay there, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as it was still racing from all the sudden excitement...if you could call it that. I could also hear muffled voices coming from behind my door and knew that they were talking about me. "What were they saying?", I thought to myself as I strained to hear them over the beeps and bleeps of the machines that I was hooked up to. "Katy, there are some more...", my dad began to say as I cut him off and said "I need to be alone now. I need to think." I rolled over on my side in a fetal position clutching my pillow as a sort of security blanket. They took the cue and I heard the door open and close as my parents left the room. I could now hear the voices from behind the door a little more clearly now as some of them were now louder sounding more angrier as I lay there staring at the wall. "I can't do this.", I thought to myself. "I love my country but hate the political machine that runs it. I don't want to be a pawn in this abstract chess game." At that point, my eyes welled up with tears. Just then, the door to my room opened and I turned to see my 'uncle' walk in. The voices behind the door suddenly fell eerily silent as the door closed behind him.
In an almost whispering voice, he began. "Katy, it pains me to finally meet you under these circumstances. I have given my entire life to this Country, so often in clandestine missions of which you... and the people... will never know. I have worked for the administrations of Obama, the Bushes, Clinton, Carter... holding our government dear since long before you were born. I want nothing more than to save your life through the stem cell transplant. However, I do not in any way agree with or will any longer support this administration or the furtherance of the experiment they want to involve you in. My life has taken me down many paths and I have gained significant relationships with very good people and very bad people. Sometimes, though, "good" or "bad" is subjective to the politics of the day. Rest and relax and try to build up some strength. While you are sleeping tonight a young lady impersonating a nurse will take your place where you are now lying. You will don her nurse uniform and meet another "nurse" outside your room door. We will whisk you away to a place where the transplant can take place, you can regain much needed strength, and have a few weeks to gain a better understanding of what this government is asking of you. I promise that, once you are fully informed, if you wish to be part of the experiment I will see to it that you are returned safely to the agents in charge. If, on the other hand, you decide not to participate the transplant will already be done and you will be allowed to go back to your normal life with your family. The government will not dare do anything to hurt you or to further bother you. I have left enough evidence in certain places that they know would begin to bring down this Presidency should you be harmed in any way. You were correct in that your parents were going to be handed a fairly large pot of money for allowing you to participate in the experiment. They, however, will give that up in a heartbeat if you decide against participation. Now... rest. You have no idea how much I love you and your family and would do nothing to bring harm to you or them. See you in a few hours!"
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Post by TheSource on Feb 20, 2019 23:42:41 GMT -5
Chapter 5
I closed my eyes and lay back on my bed to rest my thought filled head on my pillow. As I lay there, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as it was still racing from all the sudden excitement...if you could call it that. I could also hear muffled voices coming from behind my door and knew that they were talking about me. "What were they saying?", I thought to myself as I strained to hear them over the beeps and bleeps of the machines that I was hooked up to. "Katy, there are some more...", my dad began to say as I cut him off and said "I need to be alone now. I need to think." I rolled over on my side in a fetal position clutching my pillow as a sort of security blanket. They took the cue and I heard the door open and close as my parents left the room. I could now hear the voices from behind the door a little more clearly now as some of them were now louder sounding more angrier as I lay there staring at the wall. "I can't do this.", I thought to myself. "I love my country but hate the political machine that runs it. I don't want to be a pawn in this abstract chess game." At that point, my eyes welled up with tears. Just then, the door to my room opened and I turned to see my 'uncle' walk in. The voices behind the door suddenly fell eerily silent as the door closed behind him.
In an almost whispering voice, he began. "Katy, it pains me to finally meet you under these circumstances. I have given my entire life to this Country, so often in clandestine missions of which you... and the people... will never know. I have worked for the administrations of Obama, the Bushes, Clinton, Carter... holding our government dear since long before you were born. I want nothing more than to save your life through the stem cell transplant. However, I do not in any way agree with or will any longer support this administration or the furtherance of the experiment they want to involve you in. My life has taken me down many paths and I have gained significant relationships with very good people and very bad people. Sometimes, though, "good" or "bad" is subjective to the politics of the day. Rest and relax and try to build up some strength. While you are sleeping tonight a young lady impersonating a nurse will take your place where you are now lying. You will don her nurse uniform and meet another "nurse" outside your room door. We will whisk you away to a place where the transplant can take place, you can regain much needed strength, and have a few weeks to gain a better understanding of what this government is asking of you. I promise that, once you are fully informed, if you wish to be part of the experiment I will see to it that you are returned safely to the agents in charge. If, on the other hand, you decide not to participate the transplant will already be done and you will be allowed to go back to your normal life with your family. The government will not dare do anything to hurt you or to further bother you. I have left enough evidence in certain places that they know would begin to bring down this Presidency should you be harmed in any way. You were correct in that your parents were going to be handed a fairly large pot of money for allowing you to participate in the experiment. They, however, will give that up in a heartbeat if you decide against participation. Now... rest. You have no idea how much I love you and your family and would do nothing to bring harm to you or them. See you in a few hours!"
As the door to my room closed behind my 'uncle', I found myself alone with my thoughts again. I could hear the voices behind door but hey were subdued in tone and I couldn't make out what they were saying. It didn't matter what they were saying as somehow I knew that my mind had already been made up for me. I just wanted this all to be over and done with but deep down knew that it would never happen. As my pain started to return, I heard the soft hiss of the morphine pump deliver my temporary salvation from this twisted world. I welcomed the release and sleep. I awoke some hours later to find my room still void of any signs of human life other than my own. A tray was sitting on my bedside table and i instinctively reached for it as the pangs of hunger were always overwhelming after coming out of my drug induced comas. As I brought the tray closer, I noticed a phone laying beside it and though nothing of it until halfway through my meal when it started to ring. "Who could it be?", I wondered.
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Post by 2old on Feb 21, 2019 7:47:32 GMT -5
Chapter 5
I closed my eyes and lay back on my bed to rest my thought filled head on my pillow. As I lay there, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as it was still racing from all the sudden excitement...if you could call it that. I could also hear muffled voices coming from behind my door and knew that they were talking about me. "What were they saying?", I thought to myself as I strained to hear them over the beeps and bleeps of the machines that I was hooked up to. "Katy, there are some more...", my dad began to say as I cut him off and said "I need to be alone now. I need to think." I rolled over on my side in a fetal position clutching my pillow as a sort of security blanket. They took the cue and I heard the door open and close as my parents left the room. I could now hear the voices from behind the door a little more clearly now as some of them were now louder sounding more angrier as I lay there staring at the wall. "I can't do this.", I thought to myself. "I love my country but hate the political machine that runs it. I don't want to be a pawn in this abstract chess game." At that point, my eyes welled up with tears. Just then, the door to my room opened and I turned to see my 'uncle' walk in. The voices behind the door suddenly fell eerily silent as the door closed behind him.
In an almost whispering voice, he began. "Katy, it pains me to finally meet you under these circumstances. I have given my entire life to this Country, so often in clandestine missions of which you... and the people... will never know. I have worked for the administrations of Obama, the Bushes, Clinton, Carter... holding our government dear since long before you were born. I want nothing more than to save your life through the stem cell transplant. However, I do not in any way agree with or will any longer support this administration or the furtherance of the experiment they want to involve you in. My life has taken me down many paths and I have gained significant relationships with very good people and very bad people. Sometimes, though, "good" or "bad" is subjective to the politics of the day. Rest and relax and try to build up some strength. While you are sleeping tonight a young lady impersonating a nurse will take your place where you are now lying. You will don her nurse uniform and meet another "nurse" outside your room door. We will whisk you away to a place where the transplant can take place, you can regain much needed strength, and have a few weeks to gain a better understanding of what this government is asking of you. I promise that, once you are fully informed, if you wish to be part of the experiment I will see to it that you are returned safely to the agents in charge. If, on the other hand, you decide not to participate the transplant will already be done and you will be allowed to go back to your normal life with your family. The government will not dare do anything to hurt you or to further bother you. I have left enough evidence in certain places that they know would begin to bring down this Presidency should you be harmed in any way. You were correct in that your parents were going to be handed a fairly large pot of money for allowing you to participate in the experiment. They, however, will give that up in a heartbeat if you decide against participation. Now... rest. You have no idea how much I love you and your family and would do nothing to bring harm to you or them. See you in a few hours!"
As the door to my room closed behind my 'uncle', I found myself alone with my thoughts again. I could hear the voices behind door but hey were subdued in tone and I couldn't make out what they were saying. It didn't matter what they were saying as somehow I knew that my mind had already been made up for me. I just wanted this all to be over and done with but deep down knew that it would never happen. As my pain started to return, I heard the soft hiss of the morphine pump deliver my temporary salvation from this twisted world. I welcomed the release and sleep. I awoke some hours later to find my room still void of any signs of human life other than my own. A tray was sitting on my bedside table and i instinctively reached for it as the pangs of hunger were always overwhelming after coming out of my drug induced comas. As I brought the tray closer, I noticed a phone laying beside it and though nothing of it until halfway through my meal when it started to ring. "Who could it be?", I wondered.
Picking up the phone I thought, what harm can it do to answer. "Yes?" "We've had a complication. The lady posing as your double had difficulty getting through security. And, we were worried about you having the strength to walk out of the hospital. We have forged... and handed to security... paperwork that authorizes transfer of you to another facility. We are on our way to your room and will wheel you... bed, morphine pump, and all... to outside the hospital. Once outside, you will be moved to a gurney and into a waiting ambulance." The person on the other end of the phone ended the call and there was a quiet rap on the door. Two men dressed in scrubs came through the door, unplugged monitors, and began wheeling me out of the room. The men were professional and gentle as they moved me from bed to gurney... and on into the ambulance. The last thing I remember seeing just as the ambulance doors closed was a lady in nurse scrubs walking into the front door of the hospital... and she could have been my twin! Inside the ambulance, I suddenly realized there was another patient being transported. My uncle!!! Strapped to another gurney, hands and feet secured with duct tape, and a gag over his mouth... I could see the fear in his eyes. Then it hit me! Instead of this being an "escape", I was being kidnapped. By who? Why? Once again, my mind was spinning as I felt for... and found... the cell phone from the room that I had slipped inside the elastic of my underwear.
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Post by TheSource on Feb 26, 2019 18:11:23 GMT -5
Chapter 5
I closed my eyes and lay back on my bed to rest my thought filled head on my pillow. As I lay there, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as it was still racing from all the sudden excitement...if you could call it that. I could also hear muffled voices coming from behind my door and knew that they were talking about me. "What were they saying?", I thought to myself as I strained to hear them over the beeps and bleeps of the machines that I was hooked up to. "Katy, there are some more...", my dad began to say as I cut him off and said "I need to be alone now. I need to think." I rolled over on my side in a fetal position clutching my pillow as a sort of security blanket. They took the cue and I heard the door open and close as my parents left the room. I could now hear the voices from behind the door a little more clearly now as some of them were now louder sounding more angrier as I lay there staring at the wall. "I can't do this.", I thought to myself. "I love my country but hate the political machine that runs it. I don't want to be a pawn in this abstract chess game." At that point, my eyes welled up with tears. Just then, the door to my room opened and I turned to see my 'uncle' walk in. The voices behind the door suddenly fell eerily silent as the door closed behind him.
In an almost whispering voice, he began. "Katy, it pains me to finally meet you under these circumstances. I have given my entire life to this Country, so often in clandestine missions of which you... and the people... will never know. I have worked for the administrations of Obama, the Bushes, Clinton, Carter... holding our government dear since long before you were born. I want nothing more than to save your life through the stem cell transplant. However, I do not in any way agree with or will any longer support this administration or the furtherance of the experiment they want to involve you in. My life has taken me down many paths and I have gained significant relationships with very good people and very bad people. Sometimes, though, "good" or "bad" is subjective to the politics of the day. Rest and relax and try to build up some strength. While you are sleeping tonight a young lady impersonating a nurse will take your place where you are now lying. You will don her nurse uniform and meet another "nurse" outside your room door. We will whisk you away to a place where the transplant can take place, you can regain much needed strength, and have a few weeks to gain a better understanding of what this government is asking of you. I promise that, once you are fully informed, if you wish to be part of the experiment I will see to it that you are returned safely to the agents in charge. If, on the other hand, you decide not to participate the transplant will already be done and you will be allowed to go back to your normal life with your family. The government will not dare do anything to hurt you or to further bother you. I have left enough evidence in certain places that they know would begin to bring down this Presidency should you be harmed in any way. You were correct in that your parents were going to be handed a fairly large pot of money for allowing you to participate in the experiment. They, however, will give that up in a heartbeat if you decide against participation. Now... rest. You have no idea how much I love you and your family and would do nothing to bring harm to you or them. See you in a few hours!"
As the door to my room closed behind my 'uncle', I found myself alone with my thoughts again. I could hear the voices behind door but hey were subdued in tone and I couldn't make out what they were saying. It didn't matter what they were saying as somehow I knew that my mind had already been made up for me. I just wanted this all to be over and done with but deep down knew that it would never happen. As my pain started to return, I heard the soft hiss of the morphine pump deliver my temporary salvation from this twisted world. I welcomed the release and sleep. I awoke some hours later to find my room still void of any signs of human life other than my own. A tray was sitting on my bedside table and i instinctively reached for it as the pangs of hunger were always overwhelming after coming out of my drug induced comas. As I brought the tray closer, I noticed a phone laying beside it and though nothing of it until halfway through my meal when it started to ring. "Who could it be?", I wondered.
Picking up the phone I thought, what harm can it do to answer. "Yes?" "We've had a complication. The lady posing as your double had difficulty getting through security. And, we were worried about you having the strength to walk out of the hospital. We have forged... and handed to security... paperwork that authorizes transfer of you to another facility. We are on our way to your room and will wheel you... bed, morphine pump, and all... to outside the hospital. Once outside, you will be moved to a gurney and into a waiting ambulance." The person on the other end of the phone ended the call and there was a quiet rap on the door. Two men dressed in scrubs came through the door, unplugged monitors, and began wheeling me out of the room. The men were professional and gentle as they moved me from bed to gurney... and on into the ambulance. The last thing I remember seeing just as the ambulance doors closed was a lady in nurse scrubs walking into the front door of the hospital... and she could have been my twin! Inside the ambulance, I suddenly realized there was another patient being transported. My uncle!!! Strapped to another gurney, hands and feet secured with duct tape, and a gag over his mouth... I could see the fear in his eyes. Then it hit me! Instead of this being an "escape", I was being kidnapped. By who? Why? Once again, my mind was spinning as I felt for... and found... the cell phone from the room that I had slipped inside the elastic of my underwear.
I was panicking inside as I saw my uncle laying there obviously sedated but decided to remain calm so the same fate wouldn't happen to me. I needed to stay conscious to try and make sense of what was happening to me and my uncle. The men that loaded me in the ambulance were obviously skilled in patient care and were attending to my needs as I was being whisked away to some unknown destination. I asked one my my 'captors' what was the deal with my uncle and the one man said that is was part of 'the deception' that they had to maintain with him. The slight hesitation in his answer to me told me a different story though. I was thinking that my uncle did not go willingly as evidenced by the now pronounced bruising that was beginning to show on his face and arms. I tried to prop myself up to try and glimpse a look at my surroundings through the small windows in the rear doors but the attendant eased me back down on the gurney and said to me in a soothing voice to relax. I felt again for the cell phone I had concealed under my gown and felt a small gush of reassurance as my hand contacted it. Just then, the hiss of my morphine pump broke through the silence and once again I felt myself losing consciousness.
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Post by 2old on Feb 26, 2019 19:02:50 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The fog was slowly lifting from my eyes. I had no comprehension of just how long the morphine had kept me unconscious. What I did notice that I was no longer in an ambulance but in a sterile, hospital room like, environment. There was no sign of the male captors. They had, evidently, been replaced by a female in nurse scrubs. Standing near the foot of my bed, I could make out the stethoscope hanging around her neck. Why had the male 'guard' been replaced by a female nurse. Suddenly, I realized my clothes had been changed. Instead of the blue striped hospital gown I had been wearing in the hospital, I was now wearing a red striped... "candy striper"... gown. Immediately, my hand reached to where I had hidden away the cell phone. Gone! GONE! My one chance at connection with the outside world had been taken from me, evidently, while the nurse changed my gown. "Are you awake, Dear?", she asked me in a barely audible whisper. "I had to take your phone. Believe it or not, had one of the men found that phone you would probably not have awoke. They would have been afraid the GPS device inside the phone could lead their enemies to us. If someone was coming for you, they would have killed you before giving you back to them. You are valuable to them! That value is only if they can use you to convince your uncle that information he is in possession of is less important than your life. The plan is to torture you in front of him until he tells them what they want to hear. They have attempted beating the information out of him so you would be "disposable". That didn't work. You are the next "tool" in their toolbox of interrogation tricks!" And with another hiss of the morphine pump, the shock of what I had just been told faded into another state of unconsciousness.
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Post by 2old on Mar 2, 2019 19:18:44 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The fog was slowly lifting from my eyes. I had no comprehension of just how long the morphine had kept me unconscious. What I did notice that I was no longer in an ambulance but in a sterile, hospital room like, environment. There was no sign of the male captors. They had, evidently, been replaced by a female in nurse scrubs. Standing near the foot of my bed, I could make out the stethoscope hanging around her neck. Why had the male 'guard' been replaced by a female nurse. Suddenly, I realized my clothes had been changed. Instead of the blue striped hospital gown I had been wearing in the hospital, I was now wearing a red striped... "candy striper"... gown. Immediately, my hand reached to where I had hidden away the cell phone. Gone! GONE! My one chance at connection with the outside world had been taken from me, evidently, while the nurse changed my gown. "Are you awake, Dear?", she asked me in a barely audible whisper. "I had to take your phone. Believe it or not, had one of the men found that phone you would probably not have awoke. They would have been afraid the GPS device inside the phone could lead their enemies to us. If someone was coming for you, they would have killed you before giving you back to them. You are valuable to them! That value is only if they can use you to convince your uncle that information he is in possession of is less important than your life. The plan is to torture you in front of him until he tells them what they want to hear. They have attempted beating the information out of him so you would be "disposable". That didn't work. You are the next "tool" in their toolbox of interrogation tricks!" And with another hiss of the morphine pump, the shock of what I had just been told faded into another state of unconsciousness.
I felt the drugs begin wearing off and a return to consciousness. Dark. Really dark. No sounds of the machines that had been my "appendages" for the past months. Nothing. Dark. Really dark. Having trouble breathing. It's almost as if I'm suffocating. What is causing the strained breathing? Why is it so dark? Really dark. I begin to lift my arms and they are not restrained, but seem to bind on something as I raise them. I am sweating. Maybe the breathing issue is a panic attack. Could that also cause the sweating? Voices. They sound a long ways off. I can't make out what they are saying. Something on my face. Can't get my arms up far enough to find out what it is. I can feel my heart beating faster. Where am I? Wait! I'm in a cocoon. I'm in a bag. Bag??!! I'm in a body bag! Am I dead? Is this what it feels like after death? Do dead people feel their heart beating? I can feel tears running down my cheeks. Do dead people cry? I have to pee. What? Surely dead people don't have to pee. Light. Slowly, the side of the bag begins to open. The air is fresher. I'm almost blinded by the light. Can barely make out two images of people looking down at me. "Hey, young lady! Guess what? The dead has come back to life!" It's the nurse who was talking to me just before I went back to sleep this last time. "Katy, please don't be afraid. We substituted a much stronger drug in your morphine pump. To keep you alive, we had to have you dead. Now, that has to be confusing! We drugged you into a deep comatose state where your captors would have to believe you had died. We told them it was the shock to your body of the kidnapping and transporting. You were put into this body bag and we accompanied you to the mortuary. There is a wheelchair right beside the table you are lying on. We will assist you into the chair. More will be explained but we have to get you out of here to a safe house. Can you give me your hand?" How much can the mind of a seventeen-year old stand? I have just about given up trying to even think what will happen next. I am weak from the mental exhaustion, more than the physical. Where is my uncle? Am I still going to get the stem cell transplant? Okay! Minute by minute. Hour by hour. I swing my legs over the side of the table, stand... dizzily... and sit in the wheel chair. "Ma'am, I understand you think it important to get me out of here and to someplace safe. I'm sorry, but more important... right now... is I need a restroom and a drink of cold water. Ummm… the restroom first!"
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