The moment that I am shoved back into the room, everyone turns and stares at me with wide eyes. For a few moments, no one says anything. Then, Dylan breaks the silence by exclaiming,
“So, what happened?”
I swallow hard. What do I tell him?
“Um...nothing,” I lie.
“You’re lying Tessa. Tell us, what did they do to you?” Ian asks, walking towards me.
Why do I have to be such a bad liar?
I honestly don’t know what to tell everyone. Am I supposed to tell them that I am the only one who can’t be controlled? Don’t think so. Pretty sure that they wouldn’t be too happy knowing that.
Ian approaches me and cups my face in his hands, forcing me to look up at him.
“I know you’re hiding something Tess. You don’t know to hold it in, it’s okay to tell us what happened,” Ian murmurs, gently stroking my cheek with his thumb.
I blink a few times, racking my brain for what to tell him. Finally, I say,
“It was nothing really...Hal just needed to tell me something.”
“Wait, what?! Are you on his side now?!” Dylan shouts incredulously, throwing his arms up in the air.
“No, no! Of course not, are you crazy?!” I exclaim, turning towards him.
“I don’t know, but it seems a little fishy to me,” Dylan says.
I roll my eyes.
“Well what did he tell you?” a voice asks.
I whip around to see Tristan. It’s the first time he’s spoken this entire time. He stares at me, these crystalline blue eyes burning into mine.
Beads of perspiration begin condense on my forehead as I try to quickly come up with something to say.
“He...he just told me that he needs to take another sample of my blood soon,” I lie.
Everyone in the room stares at me, raising their eyebrows.
“That’s it? That’s all he told you?” Ian asks, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
“Yep,” I say quietly.
I feel absolutely terrible lying to everyone. Ian stares at me for a few more moments, opening his mouth then snapping it shut. He then turns around and walks away to the other corner of the room. My heart pangs; he knows that I am lying. He can see right through me.
Miserable and exhausted, I slide down the wall until I am sitting on the hard floor. I close my eyelids, which are drooping with exhaustion. I don’t know what time of day it is, it could be morning or nighttime for all I know. No matter what time of day it is though, I know that I need to get some sleep.
“How the hell are we supposed to sleep with these damn bright lights?” I hear someone murmur angrily.
And that’s the last thing I hear before I drift off into blackness...
“WAKE UP KIDS! IT’S TIME TO GO!”
Started, I jump and open up my eyes to see a group of men standing in the doorway, all wearing white lab coats.
“Rise and shine kiddos! Today’s the big day!” one of them says, grinning.
My stomach sinks as I remember Hal’s words;
“Get ready for some traveling...”
Groggy and disorientated, everyone sleepily stares at the men. No one moves a muscle.
“I said, get up!” the man shouts again, this time much louder.
Still, no one moves.
“Alright then, looks like we’re going to have to do this the hard way”
Suddenly, all of the men pull out what appear to be taser guns from their belts and point them at us.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Put those down!” Dylan says, standing up.
“Come with us right now and we won’t shoot,” the man says.
We have no choice. Slowly, everyone gets up and walks towards the men. I catch a glimpse of Ian but he doesn’t look back at me. Instead, he stares straight ahead of him with a stolid, cold look on his face.
The men begin to lead us down the dim hallway.
“If anyone tries to run, just remember, we’ve all got these and we’re not afraid to use them,” one of the men announces from the front, raising his gun up in the air.
The inferno of hatred burning inside of me would be strong enough to burn down these entire building if it could be released.
We twist and turn around corners until we finally arrive at a set of large, steel double doors with an “EXIT” sign illuminated above. The men then push the doors open. I peer out to see a large gravel lot. Rain is torrentially pouring down in buckets and low, ominous rolls of thunder rumble in the distance.
“Follow us,” the men say, and begin to walk across the lot.
Within seconds I am completely soaked from head to toe. The rain is icy cold, immediately chilling my entire body. I squint through the sheets of downpour to see two white vans parked at the end of the lot. My stomach sinks even further.
When we arrive at the vans the men open the back doors and shout,
“Everyone, get inside these vans! Half of you all in one, the other half in the other!”
Too miserable and cold to protest, everyone begins to climb into the vans. Without even bothering to see which one Ian got into, I blindly heave myself up into one. Once everyone is piled inside, the men slam the doors shut, leaving us in utter darkness. My throat tightens as the engine starts and the van begins to drive away.
The only sounds are the sound of the rain slamming on the roof and the sound of a girl crying. Tears well up in my eyes but I don’t cry. I have completely ran out of the energy to.
“Wh...wh...where are they taking us?” I hear the girl sob.
“I don’t know,” someone else replies quietly.
“We’re going to die,” the girl says miserably.
“No, we’re not going to die,” I hear Dylan’s voice say.
“How do you know?” the girl whimpers.
“Because, no matter what, they won’t kill us. That’s not their goal; whatever it is they’re doing to us they need us alive,” Dylan says.
The girl continues to cry.
“Don’t cry. We’re going to be okay,” Dylan says.
I don’t know if he’s lying or not just to make her feel better, but if he truly thinks that, I don’t know he can be that optimistic in a situation like this. I really wish that I could be an optimist instead of the cynical pessimist I am.
Suddenly the vans screech to a stop. I fly up in the air, banging my head onto the ceiling. Hard.
“Ouch!” I shout, rubbing my head.
“Tessa?” I hear a voice say.
“Tristan?” I reply.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he says.
Before I can reply, the doors to the van open, revealing a man with an eyepatch holding a long gun.
“Get on out,” he demands gruffly.
Without a choice, everyone jumps out from the van onto hard, wet ground. The icy rain is still coming down, and a gusty wind has begun, painfully blowing the rain right into my face.
We are on some sort of dock jutting out over grey, swirling water. Rough waves crash onto it, spraying water everywhere.
“Where the hell are we?” someone exclaims.
“Look!” someone else shouts, pointing their finger ahead at the water.
At first I don’t see it; all that I see are the crashing waves. But then, I see it. And my heart stops. There, sticking up out of the water, is the periscope of a submarine.