Desolation by J. B. Everett (read more books .txt) 📕

"Who are you?" I ask out, staring at the man with wide eyes.

He his false smile is still plastered on his face, making me irate.

"I said, who are you!" I cry out, trembling with both fear and rage.

"My name is Doctor Bennett. But you can call me Hal" he says, a clipped voice.

"And what the hell is going on?" I yell.

Hal looks at me for a moment, then laughs. It is a cold, heartless laugh that reverberates throughout the small room. I stare at him with hate burning in my eyes.

"You really think that I'm going to tell you that?" He says, raising his eyebrows.

I guess not.

"Well then why are you here?" I ask.

He walks closer to me, his icy blue eyes burning into mine.

"Sit" he commands, pointing to the hospital bed.

"No" I spit back, trying to sound as defiant as possible.

Trying not to show that I am scared as hell.

"Tessa, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. You decide" Hal says crisply.

Reluctantly, I sit down on the edge of the bed. I don't want to know what the hard way is.

"So Tessa, you are probably wondering why we took you down here" Hal says

I glare at him, with the words "no shit" painted on my face.

"We brought you down here because you are showing us some...unusual results"

"Results? What results?" I ask.

"Let me show you something" he says.

Hal turns around and walks over to counter and opens up a drawer. He pulls out a laptop computer and walks back to me. He then opens the laptop.

"These are each of your vitals. We've been recording them the entire time you've been on this island"

"How?" I whisper breathlessly.

I stare at the screen. For each of the twelve of us on the island, there is a column with our vitals. Under our name is our current body temperature, blood pressure, pulse, and blood sugar levels.

"As you can see, almost everyone's vitals are decreasing. Body temperature raising, blood pressure going up, heart rate slowing down, blood sugar decreasing"

"It's because you are killing us by keeping us captive on this island! We are starving to death!" I exclaim, infuriated.

"Ah, but now to my point. Look at your vitals, Tessa"

I find my name on the screen and look at them. My heart skips a beat.

My vitals are completely normal.

"Your body temperature, blood pressure, pulse and blood sugar levels are completely normal. Very healthy, in fact" Hal says.

It can't be.

Everyone else is dying, except for me.

"Why? What is going on" I ask, my teeth clenched.

Hal closes the laptop.

"At first, we could not figure out why all your vitals were healthy, while everyone else's were falling. We finally looked at your blood sample, which we have, and then we figured it out. You, Tessa, have an extremely rare blood type. It's sometimes referred to as 'the golden blood'. It's a blood type so rare, that only about fifteen people in the entire world carry it. And you are one of them"

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I stare at him, dumbfounded. Me, out of fifteen people in the world have this blood type?

"So why am I here?" I finally ask.

"Because we need more of your blood. It is...special" Hal says.

I recoil backwards.

"You're not taking my blood" I say, my voice trembling.

"That is not your decision Tessa" Hal says.

"Yes it is. It's my blood!" I cry.

"Tessa, if you cooperate and let us take your blood, we will let you leave" Hal says.

"Let me leave? You mean go back to the starve in the jungle? Tell me right now, why are the twelve of us here on this island!" I exclaim.

"You cannot, and will not know that. But I will tell you one thing; that it is for the greater good"

Hal looks at me with his cold eyes and I stare back at him, hatred burning in mine.

If I do cooperate and give my blood to them, I can go back to Tristan and Ian. But they are slowly dying. And I can't save them.

"So Tessa, are you or are you not going to cooperate with me?" Hal asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Fine" I say through gritted teeth.

"Good. Now someone else is going to come in and take some of your blood, and then you are free to go. But one last thing, you cannot tell anyone about me or this place" Hal says.

I just continue to glare at him.

"We will know if you do. Remember, we are always watching"

His voice sends chills down my spine. Hal gives one last unsettling look at me, then leaves the room.

A few moments later, the door reopens and a woman walks in. Just like all the others, she is wearing a white lab coat, medical gloves and a surgical mask that covers her entire face except for her eyes. Silently, she walks over to the counter and opens up a drawer, taking something out. She then walks over to me, carrying a needle connected to a clear bag.

"Lay down" she says curtly, her voice muffled through the mask.

I lay back on the hard, uncomfortable bed.

She grabs my right arm and wipes it with an antiseptic.

"Put your hand in a fist" she says.

I ball my hand into a tight fist, my heart beating in my chest.

The needle then plunges into my crook of my elbow. The feeling of blood getting drawn out of my body is very uncomfortable. I begin to sweat as minutes and minutes go by. Still, she hasn't pulled the needle out yet.

"How much are you taking?" I ask nervously.

No response.

Then suddenly, my head starts spinning and my vision begins to blur. I can't take it anymore. Just when I am about to pass out, I feel the needle come out. The lady presses a bandage onto the spot, then I sit up. She is holding the bag, which is now filled to the brim with my blood. Looking at it makes me feel queasy.

"Under the directions of Doctor Bennett, you are free to go" the lady says, her voice hard and emotionless.

I slowly get up, and walk towards the door. Opening it, I walk out into the hallway and begin walking the way we came in. Then all of a sudden, I break into a run, sprinting down the long hallway. All that I want to do is get out of this place.

I finally reach the large steel door and heave it open, entering the blackness again. My heart pounding out of my chest, I sprint towards the rusted ladder and begin climbing it as fast as my legs and arms can go. When I reach the top, I use all of my arm strength to push open the hatch door. I am immediately greeted by bright sunlight.

I hastily climb out, then slam the hatch door shut. Then I keep running. I run as fast as my legs can carry me through the jungle. My legs are on fire and I am gasping for air, but I keep going, to get as far away as I can from that wicked place. I don't know where the hell I am, but I keep running until I finally can't go anymore and fall, collapsing down onto the jungle floor.

I am gasping for air and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I slowly sit up and lean back against I tree, trying to catch my breath.

My thoughts go back to what Hal said. How everyone else is slowly dying, and I am the only who is not. Because apparently, I have an extremely rare blood type that almost no one else in the world has. This is all too much for me to think about now, and I put my head into my hands. I have run out of the energy to cry.

Once I finally catch my breath, I stand up. I look around at my surroundings to try to find out where I am, but it is completely useless. Every inch of the jungle looks exactly the same. Every tree and plant is nearly identical to all the others.

Then, my blood runs cold when I see a surveillance camera mounted up in a tree, pointing right down at me.

Hal's last words reverberate through my mind,

"Remember, we are always watching"

I suddenly get the unnerving feeling that they are watching me right now. I look up into the camera, anger rising up inside of me. Then, I swiftly bend down, pick up a rock and throw it at the camera.

Bulls-eye.

The rock hits the camera and it crashes down to the ground. I am filled with an ephemeral feeling of defiance, which quickly fades away.

I lean back against the tree, closing my eyes, utterly exhausted.

Then all of sudden, I hear the snapping of twigs, getting louder and louder. My entire body tenses. Someone is coming.

I impulsively jump out from behind the tree, whipping around to see who it is.

My heart stops.

It's Ian.

For a short moment I stand there, transfixed, staring at him. He gazes back, mesmerized as well.

"Ian" I finally whisper under my breath.

Then suddenly, he is running towards me. I begin to run towards him, adrenalin pumping through my veins as we get closer and closer until I crash into his arms.

He pulls me close to him, wrapping his arms around me. I melt into him, flooding with relief.

And the next thing I feel are his lips, crashing onto mine.

At first, I am completely taken by surprise.

But then, I am overtaken by an explosion of passion.

His tongue presses against mine, gently revolving in slow circles. I am overtaken by a feeling of euphoria, and I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands slide down to my waist, pulling me even closer against his body.

My mind has completely shut off. All that I know right now that Ian.

I lift my hands, running my fingers through his messy hair. A low moan escapes from his throat, sending a shivers of ecstasy throughout my body. He moves his tongue faster, pressing it against mine.

Finally, I pull back slightly, completely out of breath. Our foreheads still pressed together, we both stand there, breathless. His arms are still wrapped around my waist, eliminating the space between our bodies. I am utterly speechless, my heart racing in my chest, still not