Chapter 2: In which the taken is seen

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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“Wheel her into my office, Jane. Call Dr Hawkins and tell him to bring a kit of extra Lansogen instead of the doses of Ibrunil.” Elijah sat back in his chair, his eyes crinkling as he smiled to himself. He hadn’t felt this, dare he say it, joyous in years. He was filled with the satisfaction and pride that could come from catching the biggest fish in the pond. It wasn’t just that, though. He felt patriotic. Yes, that was the word. He will, in the end, give back hope to the people. His people.

 

The number of raids, riots, and destruction of buildings had been growing recently. Elijah’s own computer had been hacked the past week! The week before that, they had slashed the tires on his new car! He truly couldn’t understand why those radicals would ever want to leave his beautiful hospitals, let alone take others from them! 

 

It’s okay, he reminded himself. His loyal guards had caught one. He’d make her see how wrong she was. He’d get their locations and plans from her. It would be easy. He was sure of it. After all, he wasn’t the leader of New Oxtrad for no reason! Elijah looked at his reflection in the small mirror on his desk. He was smart, healthy, and good at the important things. He was everything those rebels would never be.

 

He couldn’t help but stare as an elderly woman wearing an old green sweater entered the room with a tall man behind her. The man wore a long white coat and held a grey suitcase. But that wasn’t what caught Elijah’s attention. He had seen Jane and Dr Hawkins almost every day for the past twenty plus years. It was the young blonde being brought in on a wheelchair that had his eye. He watched with a shine in his eye as she struggled against her strait-jacket. Her screams were muffled by the tape they had put over her mouth. She was his key to crushing rebellion in his country. After he was done with her and had made her an example, there wouldn’t be any whispers in the wind about unseen terrorists. Not in New Oxtrad.

 

 


 

 

“Not yet, Hawkins.” Elijah was pretty much swatting away the doctor preparing to inject the blonde with a cloudy liquid. After making the doctor leave the room, he turned to the blonde. Sophie. Sophie Juniper Roberts. A simple blood test was all they needed. Her file had to be pulled, but that wasn’t a problem. 

 

“Sophie, Sophie, Sophie, you were so close to the standards. You could’ve been released by the time you turned nineteen if you had agreed to take your medication. I still remember filling out the form to grant your prescription. One small dose of Ibrunil every morning. That was it.” Elijah was circling the wheelchair like a glorified vulture. He really couldn’t understand why she had given up what she almost had. Elijah never gave up. That’s one of the things that made him better.

 

“You could’ve had a husband by now, even kids. They would’ve been beautiful, seeing you. You could’ve had a house, a job, a family, everything. Why would you ever give that up?” He peeled the tape off of Sophie’s mouth, leaning in front of her with an almost amused grin. “I really don’t understand, So--” Elijah was cut off by spit hitting his face. She had the nerve to spit on him. Didn’t she know who he was? Didn’t she know what he could do to her? He decided he’d forgive her, at least for now. He was quite kind, after all.

 

 


 

 

“My own daughter, my precious Aura, was also sick, sadly. My poor, darling daughter suffered from not only mental issues, but homosexuality as well. She also decided to leave one of my hospitals. As far as I’m concerned, my beloved Rory is dead. If she was in her right mind and not always on drugs, she would have agreed with my work.” Elijah just wouldn’t shut up, going on and on about how right he was. Sophie was fuming, barely able to keep herself from screaming at him. Screaming that Rory was alive. Screaming that Rory was clear headed and leading the rebellion against him and The Board. Screaming that Rory loved her and was looking for her.

 

“We’ll have you reevaluated tomorrow morning since it has been quite a while. You’ve most likely changed after three years without medication. You definitely have more fight to you now.” Sophie was trying her hardest to block him out, but his voice was the type to carry and echo in your head no matter how much you tried to fight it. She’d rather be shot than hear him present himself as this smart, kind man. Kind men don’t lock up kids for having problems. “I remember personally evaluating you before myself and your doctors made the decision regarding your ‘Fateful Friday’, as a lot of you kids have termed it. I know everything about you.”

 

“You don’t know anything. You’re even more stupid than the thugs that dragged me here and tied me down,” Sophie couldn’t hold it back any longer, and her words were dripping acid. “It’s taken you guys so long to catch one girl out of the thousands of people on my side? Am I really supposed to believe you’re some type of genius like everyone out there thinks?” She knew she needed to calm down; if this was anything like the hospitals, she’d be sedated with a weaker version of Lansogen. Flinch always made her dizzy and nauseous back at the hospital, so they couldn’t give her any. 

 

Her brown eyes bored holes into Elijah as he watched her curiously. Shit, she thought, I shouldn’t have reacted to anything he said, especially not after he talked about Rory. Before he could open his mouth to talk to her again, a tall man with ginger hair entered the room. At first glance, she thought it was her friend Ivan. Seeing how he glared at her, though, made her realize that she was terribly mistaken. Ivan didn’t have it in him to glare at her that way.

 

“Sir, a fire was reported at the west storage complex. We lost only a few hundred doses of Ibrunil, but the radicals signed the side of the building. There’s orange everywhere, and it’ll cost more to cover it than to replace the Ibrunil.” Sophie really didn’t like this guy's voice. He almost sounded as sure of himself as Elijah did, but a bit more high pitched. Hearing the news about the fire, though, made Sophie want to smile. They’d come to get her, she was sure of it.

 


Submitted: December 20, 2020

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