The man raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m stupid? They will try to help you escape.”
Panic flooded me as one of the men yanked my arm and slipped the handcuff over my right hand.
“WAKE UP!” I shouted to my friends, but their bodies just lay there, going through God knows what. We’d only been asleep maybe twenty minutes and I was still tired as hell, but that breeder…
Damien tried to fight, and the sound of a crackling Taser filled the room as they took him down.
I didn’t fight, I knew there was no use, and my mind was on other things. Reaching through my bonds with my friends, I found Master Aki’s energy
‘WAKE UP!’I shouted mentally, and then I did something awful, something I hoped he could forgive me for.Pain.
I pushed the thought of pain into his Earth body, hoping to slam him with the biggest headache known to man that would wake him up so he could wake the others. The army guy gripped me hard under the armpits and started to haul me outside, but I caught a glimpse of Master Aki stirring.
‘Pain. Forehead explosion. So much pain you think you might die!’I slammed the thought into him and then they shut the door, before pushing me and Damien into the back of a van and peeling out.
Oh God, I hope they woke up in time.
Two
The van hit the road hard and fast as Damien and I leaned on each other.
‘I think I woke Master Aki. They will be okay,’I said into his mind.
His eyes widened, still unused to me talking to him like that, but then he nodded.
I had no idea where we were being taken or what the hell the United States government was doing in Canada, but I think I was about to have a rude awakening. These guys were definitely military, and the military positively had it out for me. Damien too, I couldn’t forget the kill list he was on. They’d come unarmed, but they’d also taken us by force. These people were by no means my friends.
We drove for what seemed like an hour before the van came to an abrupt stop. Asking questions was no use at this point, so when the doors opened I let them pull me out. We were backed up to a loading dock that smelled strongly of milk. Damien was hauled up next to me and then we were walking. I’d trained for situations like this. They weren’t supposed to happen on Earth, but the training was the same. My eyes flicked around as I took in different signs and landmarks to hopefully identify where I was. We were at some type of dairy farm or bottling facility. I counted two men stationed at each entrance or exit, and then another two roaming the hallways. This place was crawling with army personnel.
We were led into a room and made to sit in two metal chairs, where our handcuffs were chained to the back of the chair so we couldn’t stand without taking the chair with us. The second the men left the room, I turned to Damien.
“If they get hostile, I have a crazy idea,” I told him. We were probably on camera but I needed to check in and make sure he was okay.
He looked… pissed.
“If anything happened to Jeremy or anyone else, I’ll kill these men,” he growled.
“Damien, focus. We need to think about how we’re going to get out of here.” Planning our revenge while we were still captured was a rookie move. We needed to bust out, meet up with our crew, then plan our retaliation, if any. The ghouls were my main concern, not some defunct government hell bent on a new world order.
Damien shook himself a little and then met my gaze. “Okay. What’s your plan?”
My eyes flicked up to the corner of the room where a small camera was mounted on the wall.
‘I’m going to open a portal or whatever into the Dream War. We fall backwards into it, and then I close it.’
His eyes widened. “Are you crazy?”
I nodded.‘Probably, but we can run a quarter mile and then I’ll open it back up and we will be back on Earth. Easy peasy.’
He gave me a look that said it would be anythingbuteasy peasy.
The door handle turned then and Damien scooched closer to me, jumping up and down in his chair until he was right next to me.
The second I saw the man in the crisp black suit enter the room with two armed soldiers, I knew he was the one in charge. Not President Buckley, no. Someone else was pulling the strings. Unlike the man who had come to get us, this man looked familiar… tall, overweight, with greasy skin. I’d seen him before.
It came to me then. He was a congressman who’d been on the news for getting caught up in some hooker bust up. It didn’t affect his career at all of course, and his wife stayed.
“Kit Steele, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he sneered.
