Broken~ Part 3

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Cole’s eyes are filled with fear as I remember, begging me to keep the secret safe. Except now I know the secret. I remember it.

 

My mind uncovers it, in a memory that is not my own. Cole, standing above me while I sleep, whispering words I don’t know the meaning to. I see the memories through Cole’s eyes, he’s implanting secrets in my mind so the group he talks about won’t find out. I’m in a sleeping bag, in the woods, next to a fire. Weird, I don’t usually like camping. The secrets I remember:

 

  • He’s not apart of this group, he’s just trying to save me.
  • My brother’s not going to die, Cole’s going to save him.
  • In your pocket, there’s a flash drive, it contains where your brother is, only you can open it.
  • The man in the white suit and red is going to hurt me, don’t talk, no matter what.

 

I blink a couple times, relived. Cole’s not apart of this group, but why was he trying to save me? My brother’s not dead, I’ll be able to find him. If I get out. I still might have the flash drive.

 

Now with the current problem, I have to get Cole out of here. And me, it would be nice if I got out of here too. Three incisions have been made in Cole’s skin, three trails of blood drip down his arm. Blood man has only done Cole’s left arm, and he’s starting a forth cut. Cole’s face is starting to show pain; I give him a reassuring look. I’m going to figure this out. I test the chains on more time and find that one of the links on my right wrist is weak. We’re only as strong as our weakest link. I tug on it, trying not to draw to much attention to myself.

 

“Please, please, don’t cut him any more! I don’t know anything!” I say, putting on my best act. I did a theater class once, I use that. “Please. You can hurt me, just don’t hurt him!”

 

“No, that’s not how it works.” He says, making another cut, this time. Cole flinches, he won’t be able to do this for much longer. I continue to beg, making a lot of noise, covering up the noise of the chain shaking.

Oh yes! Yes! It’s broken now! As blood man makes another cut, I loosen my other hand. It’s not very secure, I just need a hand to unlock it. Which I have. Then I go to my feet, unlocking them way quicker than my hands. I pull the clips off my eyes and jump on the man. Grabbing his throat, pushing down as hard as I can, pushing all my hate into him, in seconds. He’s passed out. I move to Cole, unlocking him from the chair. Then I kiss him. Really quick because, you know, we’re in a life or death situation. Then we get up and run. Cole stops and grabs something from Blood man. He shows it to the door and we’re a go. I feel my pockets and find the flash drive. And I break into a smile as we run through the halls. We’re going to be ok. We’re going to get out off this.

 

“Do you trust me, Sloan?” Cole asks, his golden eyes watching me.

 

“Of course.” I say, a hundred percent sure. He nods, then pulls out a gun and shoots me in the neck. It’s an icer, I feel the enterotoxin go into my blood stream and I pass out.

 

 

I wake up with a jolt. We’re outside. I feel a soft breeze flow through my hair and I feel grass under my skin.

 

“You’re really heavy, you know that right?” Cole asks I sit up and frown at him.

 

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that. And why in the heck did you shoot me!?” My voice rises at that part.

 

“Sorry, I had to get us out of here and you suck at being

quiet. And I pretended I was going out to shoot you. Sometimes they believe that.”

 

“It’s so good to have you back. How’s your arm?” I say,

grabbing his wrist, looking at the cuts, there are five in all. One from the cell, two from interrogation.

 

“It’s fine,” He says yanking it back. “How are you?”

 

“Kinda confused, yet kinda happy that you’re not apart of that group.” I shrug. I watch the clouds float across the blue sky.

 

“Yea, well. I was sent in to kill you and then, I dunno. You saved me like that, even though it was all a set up to earn your trust and stuff. But when you saved me, I guess I fell in love with you.” He lays down on the grass, watching the sky.

 

“That was all a set up! I hate you!” I smile, my mood has changed quite a bit. I went from hating him to loving him, it’s werid how one memory can do that. “Can I ask you a question?”

 

“Sure,” He says.

 

“What is the group called, that your apart of?” I ask.

 

“Shield. It’s called Shield.”