Ideas, commonly known as 'Visions', are no gift.
Visions are dangerous.
Visions are only to be used under careful government supervision as decreed by our Commander and saviour.


8. Alastair's Memory

White lights line the walls. Alastair’s head is fuzzy, as if something was trying to crawl its way into his mind. His heartbeat elevates. His mind races.


I must get out!

Don’t let them back in now!

No matter how hard he tries, Alastair can’t shove these flashbacks from replaying in his head.    

He goes to reach for Kathryn again, but his hand meets air.


Alastair is lowered into a seat. He’s unsure how exactly he got into this new, unfamiliar room. The fast tapping of a doctor at a computer tickles the hair on the back of his neck. His blank eyes see a body thrashing against the leather bed in front of him, but it’s all moving so fast.

The Visions are too strong for him now.

A scene from before warps inside of his mind. Years before. The body on the bed blurs between that of a young girl’s and a woman’s.

A woman so beautiful.

A woman I know.

“Alastair! Help me!”

Each blink brings back more.

He sees the doctor’s mouth moving but hears nothing. Three more doctors are needed to strap the girl down, sticking electrodes wherever they can in between kicking legs.

The smell of disinfectant stings Alastair’s nostrils. A needle, delicate and thin, appears in a doctor’s gloved hand.

The white liquid shines against his smile, appearing menacingly huge through the glass vile. It soon vanishes as her punch meets his stomach.

His mind can’t settle still. The girls grey eyes are hidden behind squeezed eyelids.

Eyebrows furrow above her grey eyes, the determination to fight still lingers.

Chestnut strands of long hair fall over the side as she twists her head to and fro, desperate for escape.

Blood is drawn as she claws at the doctor’s arm, but he's got the upper hand, towering over her quivering body as his machine pulses electricity through it.

A screech is muffled as the doctor's hand finally clasps over her head, holding her steady. Kathryn stares at Alastair. Tears drip down her face.

Sweat falls from her forehead to the floor.

Alastair’s eyes hold her's.

I see the wonder and hope and happiness sucked from the sparkles in her eyes.

And I can’t help it.

The needle pierces her neck.

Her mouth opens.

“Help me.”

Reality finally comes crashing down.

Those were my wife’s final words.

“Help me”.

But Alastair couldn’t help her.

One last shake of his head and the Visions are cleared.

Those words would not be my daughter’s last.

Marching forward, he knocks the syringe out of the doctor’s hand. It shatters on the floor, but it is already empty.

Arm clamped on his neck, the doctor struggles against Alastair’s strong grip.

With his spare hand, Alastair seizes a vase from the table next to him. Bringing it down, the doctor stops fighting and his body drops to the floor. The crash almost bursts his eardrums as blood races by them.

Breathing heavily, Alastair stares at the unconscious body at his feet.

In the past few minutes, Kathryn had also stopped struggling.

The two other doctors in the room leave Kathryn’s motionless body, splitting up and heading round the separate sides from the table. Their arms are outstretched, fat fingers greedy for Alastair.

An unexpected wind from the door opening behind him shoots down his neck.

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