THE REACTIONS book 1 of THE SAGA

a capitol has been taken over by a alien life form who insert tags to people and show them horrific images to study different REACTIONS but when a boy comes back from the army he does not REACT to any of the images.

what will his punishment be and will he survive?...

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3. chapter three - THE COUNCIL

 

PART I

THE COUNCIL

 

We walked into the capitol square; the amount of buildings surrounding the square was amazing. There was no way we would have found the council if there wasn't a sign.

“Hello, we have a appointment with Sara” I said, in a matter of fact tone, to the receptionist .                                                                                                                              “Sam and Xavier, is it” she replied                                                                                                                                                            “yes”                                                                                                                                                                                                                              “right this way”

We followed her down a corridor made of glass and into an elevator, which was also made of glass apart from the buttons which were made of stone,

“Hold on” the receptionist said as she pushed a button, the elevator bottom set up a flame like a rocket and we were at the top of the building in 5 seconds flat.

“Here we are” the receptionist said pointing to a metal door, “just through there.”                                                                                                    X and I walked to the door and pushed it open,

“Linda, how many…” a woman began to shout before turning to face us, “oh sorry you must be Sam and Xavier” she said pointing to me when she said X’s name,                                                                                                                                                                         “other way around miss” X said before I could get a chance to, “oh, call me X”

“Oh I’m sorry, X, as you may know my name is Sara”                                                                                                                                                                       “don’t be sorry” I butted in                                                                                                                                                                                                                 “right, just a few questions before we start with your actual appointment”

I wasn't listening, the glass walls caught my attention straight away the shiny reflections moving as we did and the only wall that wasn't glass was wood that was covered by framed photos of people with captions like ‘assistant of the month Feb. 2300.

“Sit, sit” she gestured to two chairs on the balcony that was built into the glass wall.                                                                                               X was the first to sit down, Sara not far behind him but as usual I was the last, I stared through the glass floor of the balcony looking at the roads 50 floors down and the dots for cars driving past the building.

All of a sudden old memories of my childhood beatings came flooding back to haunt me,

*

It was a Tuesday, and what happened on that day is the thing that gives me the chills whenever I think of it.                                                                                                                                             It was two years before I had enlisted to join the army, and stupidly my mom had decided that she wanted to dye all of my hair blue. “It was all out of rage” she had said.

My dad, as a cruel punishment, had smashed a glass cup in my face, making cuts everywhere. The pieces of glass were still in my skin for a month, because I wasn't allowed to take them out.”I needed to learn my lesson” my dad had shouted at me when I had pleaded him to remove the glass.

I remember the red of the blood and the blue of the dye mixing, going down the drain. They made the same color as my bruised face – purple.                            

My mum was too scared to do anything and was beaten if she mentioned anything about it, especially in public.

That wasn't the worst of it.

*

“Sam, would you like to sit down” Sara asked                                                                                                                                                             “yeah” I replied as I sat down                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  “I brought you here today to warn you”                                                                                                                                                                         “warn us” Xavier copied                                                                                                                  

“Yes. You didn't react. To the train accident, which was fake, using the tags we can place images into your head to get reactions and study everybody as individuals. But there are rare occasions where people don’t react. That’s you two.                        The last person that didn't react died his name was Harlan Smith and you two will be next if you don’t start reacting” Sara spoke                                                                                                                                                                                                                             “so…” I questioned,                                                                                                                                                                                                                    “So, you have both been booked into a scientific monitored session where we as a organization will study you very closely. If you would follow me”

 

We followed her back to the elevator, where instead of going up we dropped down to basement level,

“Pass code please” the electronic voice said after Sara had pressed the release door button.                                                                                                                                                      “TAG” Sara said not at all discreetly, the door opened upwards and we walked into the laboratory                                                                                                                                             “go into that room and lay down on the beds, we will connect you to some monitors very shortly” Sara told us, we had waited for several minutes before a group of scientist’s came into the room and connected monitors to us and inserted more tags into our spine.

“FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE” the system counted down as the group of scientist’s left the room, locking the metal door behind them, leaving us in a white padded room with only the window to the operating zone as a reminder of the outside world and what confusion we had waiting for us when we returned from the appointment.

 

All of the images that suddenly flashed into my mind would normally make someone upset but It they didn't even make me flinch,

The first images were the beatings that my mum had received trying to protect me and the horrible that she had been stabbed by my dad.

“STOP!” Sara shouted, I could hardly hear her through the thick glass of the window                                                                            “what’s wrong” I asked her through the intercom                                                                                                                                                     “we just showed you everything in our system and nothing made you react, we are going to have to wipe your memory” she replied into the intercom.

“X, get ready to run” I said to Xavier as he lay in the bed beside me, he turned and nodded.

The metal door flew open banging against the wall and leaving obvious dents, the scientists that run into the room were holding ropes, ropes to tie us to the beds

“No you don’t” I said as I kicked the scientist, who was trying to tie me up, in head “NOW!” I shouted at X as I pulled him along with me

We ran towards the door and down the corridor,

“Pass code please” the security system asked

“TAG, TAG” I shouted

“Stop them” I heard Sara shouted back in the operating zone as we ran towards the end of the corridor                                                                                                                                     “you stop and go back to Sara” a security man said as he grabbed me and X by the collar                                                                                                                                                                  “over my dead body” X shouted at the security guard before kicking him in the balls,

We ran to the elevator and pushed the up button a thousand times before it came down, we quickly moved in the safety of the elevator and pressed the ground floor option, it was only then that we realized that we were not at basement level we were five more stories lower than basement level.

As we stepped out of the elevator a group of security guards came running towards us,                                                                         “That’s them” the receptionist shouted

We ran back to the elevator and this time went up to the top of the building,                                                                                                 the view from up there was amazing you could see for miles,                                                                                                                                                  “nowhere to hide now, is there” Sara said as she walked towards us with the group of security guards                                                                                                                                                              “that’s where your wrong” I replied as I looked at x knowing that he knew what was going to happen next                                                                                                                                            “grab them” Sara demanded as she returned to the elevator “and bring them to me”.                                                                             The security guards slowly started to walk towards us and I knew that there was only one thing to do,                                                                                                                                                    “JUMP!” I shouted, as I jumped through the glass wall on the side of the building someone grabbed my leg and whispered “I am right behind you”, it was X letting me know that I was not alone. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                            

 

 

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