Entry: 9

Entry: 9
   - Gone


   "Captain, we're ready."
The man nodded and slapped the soldier's shoulder.
   "Good. Await my signal."
The man then walked over to the building and crouched down to look through the window.
He praised God to see her alright, but the entire scene unnerved him. Even more so then the two tours in Iraq.

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   "Well, well. We have a very strong batch this time."
The three turned towards the British accent.
The man was in his late forties, his dark hair was starting to grey, and his beard already was.
His dark sharp eyes captured all three of their gazes.
   "Unlike our last batch."
He snapped his fingers, and two doors opened on either side of him.
Two specimens were rolled out. They were strapped on tables that were standing up. One, the woman, was jerking subtly, her mind was still strong, but her body was broken.
The other, the man, was gone in both mind and body.
   "These two were quiet a disappointment. Their powers weren't even that impressive."
The girl's eyes grew wide.
   "Oh yes. They're aliens. Like your brothers."
He studied their faces as he strolled over to a table full of everything they had been wearing when they were captured.
   "You, my dear," He addressed the girl. "have shown no sign of being one of those vermin. But we still had to make a few tests. Sorry."

Almera was confused. She did have powers. Granted, her physical powers could only be sued through the wand - which was now laying on the table - but she still had her mental power.
But apparently, this man was either bluffing, or hadn't bothered to look to deeply into her brain.
She wasn't sure.

   "But...we did find very interesting items on all of you." The man continued.
He picked up her wand and twirled it between his fingers.
   "Didn't know you were such a Harry Potter fan." He remarked.
That caught her off guard. She had never really thought about it, but now that he had pointed that out, it did look a lot like something from the Harry Potter movies.

His gaze fell on her guns and Jayson's swords.
   "Such dangerous toys for such little kids. Now tell me...Liam, was it?"
The man took a step closer to him.
   "You show amazing talents. Truly. Though I don't like the fact that you used them on my men, still...it is very intriguing."
All three of the specimens' faces grew stone cold.
He gave them a smile and walked over to the machine that sent chills down any sane person's back.
It was a table with steals clasps on the bottom and at the arms which were out stretched so it resembled - some what - of a cross.
The test subjects that had gone through this procedure could easily rip up the leather straps.

   "Some of you many know what this is. Some of you will not. But...I know...Liam does."
The other two heads turned to the eldest.
   "Why don't you explain it to them?"
It wasn't a suggestion.
Liam glared at the man and his Cheshire Cat grin.
   "Finnley, do you remember when Martha gave you two options?" He asked.
At first, she was very much confused on what Martha had to do with all this!
But she tried to think back.
Her jaw dropped.
   "You mean, when I had...uh..." She was suddenly reminded that they were in a room full of evil people.
   "When she said I could forget what had happened? some kind of controlled memory loss?"
Liam nodded.
   "Yeah. That's what that thing is." He jerked his thumb to the machine.
   "Wait, so he's going to erase our memories?" Sage asked in shock.
   "Oh no dear boy." The man spoke up again.
   "No, see, I tweaked this machine to take over your cerebrum."
Silence.
   "Do I like an X-men fan to you?" Finn asked. The boys struggled to keep their smiles from showing.
The man glared at her.
   "Not Cerebro, cerebrum! Your cerebrum is a part in your brain that contains voluntary muscle movement, thoughts, memory. Take control of that, take control of the person."
That got the smiles off their faces. But one on his.
   "So...now that I know what kind of spirit you two," He pointed to the boys. "you have. You'll be going in here."
Shock varies from person to person. And the Englishman knew this. But the form of shock - if, it was indeed shock - the girl had was not what he had expected.
She, a small girl with just skin a bones, probably hasn't hit 100 pounds yet, took a step forward and pushed the younger boy behind her.
The man raised an eyebrow at her boldness and waited for her to object.
But all she did was stare him down.

With her defiance slapping him in the face, he had an idea.
Glancing over at one of the six armed men in the room, her jerked his head to the machine.
   "Strap her in." He ordered.
The room broke out in immediate protest.
   "No! Don't! I'll do it!"
The Englishman turned slowly and looked at the scene before him.
He signaled for the man with the girl to stop.
It had been the older boy who had offered.
So...maybe he's not her brother. A passing though suggested.

Finnley's heart was pounding, but not from the fact that she had been so close to having her brain controlled by some maniac. It was from the fact that it might be Jayson instead.
She half hoped the man would say no. But there was no reason fo rhim to. For all he knew, she was just an average teenage girl.
He nodded and held up two fingers.
   "You have two minutes to say good-bye."
Finnley wrenched herself out of the large man's grip.
   "Because, when you wake, you wont recognize either of these two." The man finished and walked over to the other side of the room.

Almera dashed up to Jayson with wide and fearful eyes.
   "Sage." He said, turning to the little guy.
   "You take care of her. You hear? You're the only thing that stands in the way of her, and guys like him." He jerked his head towards the loony.
Sage nodded.
   "I promise. Nothing bad will happen to her."
A slight grin crossed Jay's face.
   "Maybe I underestimated you."
Sage grinned. Glad to get his approval.
Then he turned to Finnley with pain in his eyes.
   "I use to do this every time I needed to change my name and life...But this was one life I never wanted to forget."
Almera's brow crinkled as she frowned.
It was almost time to warn the man in the window. Maybe if she was fast enough...
   "You won't be in there for long. I'll get you out." She breathed.
Jay shook his head.
   "You don't have to be in there for long."
By the look on her face, he knew she was getting annoyed with him.
   "Well then I suggest you put up a good fight." She stated. Shifting her weight to one foot and placing a hand on her hip.
Again he shook his head.
   "You have to have a really, really strong memory to put up a fight."
   "God doesn't work?"
   "They can't wipe out your religion not mater how much other stuff you forget."
She pursed her lips in thought.
   "30 seconds." The Englishman warned. She felt like punching him.
   "And there's no memory at all?" She tried.
The strongest memories he had were of her.
   "The small kiss in the rain might not be powerful enou-"
He didn't get the rest of the sentence out, because in a flash she had stood up on her tiptoes and slipped her hand around his neck. Then her lips were pressed tightly on his.
Now, he would never think of Finnley as one who took the first step. But...Desperate times call for desperate measures.

They both relaxed after a moment, and he pulled her in tighter at her hips.
Half of his mind was conscious of Sage 'ewwing' behind him, but he ignored him.
   If you had asked Finnley to describe the kiss she would have said 'sad'. Both of them knew there was less then 50 percent chance that Jay would win the fight against the machine.
and she was very aware of the fact that he might wake up and kill her as soon as he'd kiss her.
Jay felt a tear roll down her cheek. And it was that small tear that made up his mind for him.

Finnley suddenly broke away with a gasp. Not even daring to move.
Jays eyes flashed open and he immediately saw the physical pain flash across her face.
   "Sorry." He muttered.
She shook her head.
   "It's not you. It's the knife in my back." She said through unmoving lips.
Jay glanced behind him and saw that Sage was in the same predicament.

Finnley took a small step back and the knife went to her throat.
   "Don't. Loose." She said. Determination shown all over her face and all through her sore body.
Jay gave her his famous lopsided grin.
   "With a kiss like that? How could I?"
She rolled her eyes, sarcastically, only to hide her fear from Sage. Seeing as she couldn't hide anything from Jayson.

He was then led - at knife point - to the evil and painful looking machine.
Finnley watched hopelessly as a scientist pressed a big red button on the underside of the chair.
The silver restraints snapped shut around Jay's wrists and ankles.
Finnley looked to the window, searching for a vague silhouette of the Marine.
She nodded.
   "Hey Finn." She turned her attention to Jayson. They were strapping a band around his head along with suction cups on his temples.
   "Maybe you should listen to 'Enchanted' by Owl City."
   "Shut up." The Englishman snapped. Jayson ignored him.
   "To get the answers to your questions."
The fact that Jay had simply ignored the man like he had never spoken, provoked him.
By a head nod, the soldier holding Almera shifted the knife. A trickle of blood ran down her neck.
Jay pursed his lips, but Finn's eyes told him not to worry about it. (Yeah right)

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The Marine gave a hand signal and his men moved out.
   "Hang on Finnley. Hang on girl." He muttered as he kicked in the front door and shot the first two armed men he saw.

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Finnley whimpered as Jay's screams filled the room.
   "Stop."
The zapping from the electric volts ceased and Jay's body sagged against his cross.
Sweat covered his forehead and shirt.
   "How is he doing?" The Englishman called out in a calm tone. Like he saw this everyday.
Finnley hated him. With every fiber in her body, she hated him.
This with in it's self shocked her.
But she put that aside.
For the past five minutes - which felt like hours - all she did was pray. And pray like there was no tomorrow!
The Marine should be here any minute,, but at the moment, that wasn't what she was worried about.
   "He's...he's putting up a fight sir." One of the scientists reported.
   "Then crank up the voltage!" The leader hissed.
Immediately Jay screamed out as higher, and more volts of electricity rushed through  his brain.
Finnley knew that no matter how strong that memory was, he wasn't going to last much longer.
She had to move.
And she had to do it now!

Using the distraction of Jay's screams, she rammed her head into the man's nose, and at the same time, hit him in the stomach with her elbow.
The man grunted and she ducked under the hand with the knife.
When she thought she had made it, she was yanked back by her long hair.
Finn smashed her hand into the man's wrist that held the knife. When it dropped she caught it.
She already knew what she had to do to get away and to reach Jayson in time.
Reaching back, she sliced the knife through her long locks and rolled forward.
The man was so shocked at the fist full of dark brown hair, that he didn't see the knife till it pierced his abdomen.

Finnley didn't have time to morn the loss of her hair because two things happened at once.
1)- she got a hold of her wand.
2)- the Marine busted through the door.