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I had been through a number of scary experiences in my life. On a recent summer visit to Olympia National Park, my family had gone on an extremely scary hike, high up over the green landscape - beautiful, but with the cliffs surrounding us on all sides, that feeling like you were just going to spontaneously be pulled off the edge by an invisible force, it was hard to enjoy the view.
Once I had fallen out of our treehouse when I was little, and broken my arm. I’d somehow gotten it in my head that they’d need to amputate. Going to the doctor had been a nightmare made real.
Another time, at an amusement park, our coaster train had stopped while climbing up the hill, due to some safety concerns. We’d had to walk down the catwalk of the hill, and once again, I’d felt like I was going to spontaneously fall.
But in all these situations, I had my parents close. They had teased me for my squeamishness during our hike, but had still urged me to keep climbing to the top. They had held me tight when I got my arm x-rayed at the doctors. While slowly stepping down the roller coaster hill, they’d laughed, saying that at least we weren’t the people whose train had gotten stopped on the brakes in the middle of the coaster.
I’d had my family. My parents. Adults who knew what to do. But as I sobbed in the back of a truck, occasionally holding on to something when the truck went around a corner, I felt completely alone.
Having Ashley there, I tried to hold her tight, I tried to reassure her - but I had no idea what to do. I didn’t have my phone - I’d left it on the counter of the lab. Ashley didn’t have a phone. No calling for help. I could try to fight the second they opened the truck - but they could have guns.
Gosh. My body was wracked with a sickening amount of stress. No one had ever aimed a weapon at me. What if they tried to harm Ashley? Would I take a bullet for my sister? Would I be willing to make that ultimate sacrifice?
I gripped my sister tightly, but felt immense guilt. I… I was so… so afraid. Afraid of the pain of what lay ahead. I was afraid of death.
There was so much that I wanted to accomplish in life. So much that I wanted to experience. I wanted to have a family. Would I be willing to sacrifice that to let Ashley have that future? What if they tried to wring information out of me about what Dad was doing, or tried to use as ransom? Would I be willing to sacrifice myself if it would save hundreds of thousands of people from contracting the virus, or if it could cause even worse horrors from the technology?
Every time I tried to pin my decision down, that I would die with honor, that I would do the right thing and not cave to the pressure of evil people… it always slipped through. I never could convince myself I was capable of being such a hero. I… I was too weak. Too afraid.
And so my mind went into a deadened state. Thinking brought pain. So I chose not to think. I chose to merely exist, and sit there as I felt the road move beneath us.
The truck finally stopped. I braced for sunlight to break in through an opened door. I prepared to protect my sister. But nothing happened. The trucks stood still. Completely, absolutely still.
I heard cars passing by through the walls of the truck. As time went on, I heard them pass more frequently for a while. Then less passed. Until few passed. Then it got colder. The cold crept in, and I had no jacket.
For the first time, I felt uncomfortably cold again, despite my fur. It was an awful added pain to what we were experiencing. I remained close to Ashley. We were still very cold, even holding on to each other.
Although I did not know if I could save my sister from whatever awaited us, I could at least comfort her. I sat in a more uncomfortable position, so that she could sleep against me, using me as a pillow.
She sobbed herself to sleep. Me, I was dead inside. No more tears came. No thoughts were in my head. Finally, I collapsed just from sheer exhaustion.
****
“Da**it Clive,” Lucas Hewitt shouted, “I don’t give a rat’s a** why its difficult! Aren’t you even going to try?”
“Lucas,” Clive steadied his breathing, “getting enraged is not going to get your kids back any easier. If we’re going to figure this out, we need to remain calm.”
“I’m done being calm,” Lucas said. “I’m done being all rational and cautious. I’m out for blood. I’m going to find the people who took my children and drag their faces on highway asphalt.”
Clive planted his hands on the counter forcefully. “Even Melina? Are you going to go all destroying angel on her as well?”
Lucas’s face tightened up, hot tears practically bursting from his eyes. “I… I just… just don’t know what to do.”
“We’re going to make a plan,” Clive said, lowering his tone back down to being calm. “Starting with calling the police. If you really care about your kids, any prison sentence risked from all this being revealed will be preferable to you not getting them back.”
“Well way to state the da** obvious,” Lucas said.
“After that,” Clive ignored him, “we’re going to work on the code of those bandages, and try to figure out if we can access the very faint, longer range signal from them. Scouring the city, or even the whole da** state or country when the bandages only transmit as far as some bluetooth earbuds isn’t going to help us find them.”
Lucas stared down at his hands - his hands now covered in fur, with canine paw pads.
“I heard the words of those sons of bi**es,” he said. “They called my son a real life monster. Well if they think we’re monsters, then I’m going to show them what happens when they unleash a beast.”
“Well then,” Clive said, “if you’re filled with bloodlust, your desire for revenge better motivate you to help me dig through this software.”
“I’ll do it,” Lucas said, “If you promise it won’t be a waste of time.”
“I can’t promise that,” Clive said. “But tracking them through the faint long range signal on the bio readers is our best option.”
“Alright.”
“And Lucas.”
“Yes?”
“If you get a ransom call,” Clive leaned in close, “don’t you dare let them for you to decide right then and there. I know you hate bargaining and would just prefer to get to the point, but get them to agree to let you contemplate their demands.”
“Okay,” Lucas said. He rose, his muscles shaking with adrenaline. “Let’s get to work.”
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Once I had fallen out of our treehouse when I was little, and broken my arm. I’d somehow gotten it in my head that they’d need to amputate. Going to the doctor had been a nightmare made real.
Another time, at an amusement park, our coaster train had stopped while climbing up the hill, due to some safety concerns. We’d had to walk down the catwalk of the hill, and once again, I’d felt like I was going to spontaneously fall.
But in all these situations, I had my parents close. They had teased me for my squeamishness during our hike, but had still urged me to keep climbing to the top. They had held me tight when I got my arm x-rayed at the doctors. While slowly stepping down the roller coaster hill, they’d laughed, saying that at least we weren’t the people whose train had gotten stopped on the brakes in the middle of the coaster.
I’d had my family. My parents. Adults who knew what to do. But as I sobbed in the back of a truck, occasionally holding on to something when the truck went around a corner, I felt completely alone.
Having Ashley there, I tried to hold her tight, I tried to reassure her - but I had no idea what to do. I didn’t have my phone - I’d left it on the counter of the lab. Ashley didn’t have a phone. No calling for help. I could try to fight the second they opened the truck - but they could have guns.
Gosh. My body was wracked with a sickening amount of stress. No one had ever aimed a weapon at me. What if they tried to harm Ashley? Would I take a bullet for my sister? Would I be willing to make that ultimate sacrifice?
I gripped my sister tightly, but felt immense guilt. I… I was so… so afraid. Afraid of the pain of what lay ahead. I was afraid of death.
There was so much that I wanted to accomplish in life. So much that I wanted to experience. I wanted to have a family. Would I be willing to sacrifice that to let Ashley have that future? What if they tried to wring information out of me about what Dad was doing, or tried to use as ransom? Would I be willing to sacrifice myself if it would save hundreds of thousands of people from contracting the virus, or if it could cause even worse horrors from the technology?
Every time I tried to pin my decision down, that I would die with honor, that I would do the right thing and not cave to the pressure of evil people… it always slipped through. I never could convince myself I was capable of being such a hero. I… I was too weak. Too afraid.
And so my mind went into a deadened state. Thinking brought pain. So I chose not to think. I chose to merely exist, and sit there as I felt the road move beneath us.
The truck finally stopped. I braced for sunlight to break in through an opened door. I prepared to protect my sister. But nothing happened. The trucks stood still. Completely, absolutely still.
I heard cars passing by through the walls of the truck. As time went on, I heard them pass more frequently for a while. Then less passed. Until few passed. Then it got colder. The cold crept in, and I had no jacket.
For the first time, I felt uncomfortably cold again, despite my fur. It was an awful added pain to what we were experiencing. I remained close to Ashley. We were still very cold, even holding on to each other.
Although I did not know if I could save my sister from whatever awaited us, I could at least comfort her. I sat in a more uncomfortable position, so that she could sleep against me, using me as a pillow.
She sobbed herself to sleep. Me, I was dead inside. No more tears came. No thoughts were in my head. Finally, I collapsed just from sheer exhaustion.
****
“Da**it Clive,” Lucas Hewitt shouted, “I don’t give a rat’s a** why its difficult! Aren’t you even going to try?”
“Lucas,” Clive steadied his breathing, “getting enraged is not going to get your kids back any easier. If we’re going to figure this out, we need to remain calm.”
“I’m done being calm,” Lucas said. “I’m done being all rational and cautious. I’m out for blood. I’m going to find the people who took my children and drag their faces on highway asphalt.”
Clive planted his hands on the counter forcefully. “Even Melina? Are you going to go all destroying angel on her as well?”
Lucas’s face tightened up, hot tears practically bursting from his eyes. “I… I just… just don’t know what to do.”
“We’re going to make a plan,” Clive said, lowering his tone back down to being calm. “Starting with calling the police. If you really care about your kids, any prison sentence risked from all this being revealed will be preferable to you not getting them back.”
“Well way to state the da** obvious,” Lucas said.
“After that,” Clive ignored him, “we’re going to work on the code of those bandages, and try to figure out if we can access the very faint, longer range signal from them. Scouring the city, or even the whole da** state or country when the bandages only transmit as far as some bluetooth earbuds isn’t going to help us find them.”
Lucas stared down at his hands - his hands now covered in fur, with canine paw pads.
“I heard the words of those sons of bi**es,” he said. “They called my son a real life monster. Well if they think we’re monsters, then I’m going to show them what happens when they unleash a beast.”
“Well then,” Clive said, “if you’re filled with bloodlust, your desire for revenge better motivate you to help me dig through this software.”
“I’ll do it,” Lucas said, “If you promise it won’t be a waste of time.”
“I can’t promise that,” Clive said. “But tracking them through the faint long range signal on the bio readers is our best option.”
“Alright.”
“And Lucas.”
“Yes?”
“If you get a ransom call,” Clive leaned in close, “don’t you dare let them for you to decide right then and there. I know you hate bargaining and would just prefer to get to the point, but get them to agree to let you contemplate their demands.”
“Okay,” Lucas said. He rose, his muscles shaking with adrenaline. “Let’s get to work.”
Previous: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44897340/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44939258/
First Part: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43399487/
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