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  Born to Fight

  The Born Trilogy

  Book Two

  A Novel by Tara Brown writing as AE Watson

  Copyright 2012 Tara Brown

  http://TaraBrown22.blogspot.com

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  Other Books by Tara Brown writing as

  TL Brown, AE Watson, Erin Leigh, and Sophie Starr

  The Devil’s Roses

  Cursed

  Bane

  Hyde

  Witch

  Death

  Blackwater

  Midnight Coven

  Redeemers

  The Born Trilogy

  Born

  Born to Fight

  Reborn

  The Light Series

  The Light of the World

  The Four Horsemen

  Imaginations

  Imaginations

  Duplicities

  The Blood Trail Chronicles

  Vengeance

  Vanquished

  The Single Lady Spy Series

  The End of Me

  The End of Games

  The End of You – A Novella

  Blood and Bone

  Blood and Bone

  Sin and Swoon

  My Side

  The Long Way Home

  The Lonely

  LOST BOY

  First Kiss

  Sunder

  In the Fading Light

  For Love or Money

  White Girl Problems

  The Seventh Day

  The Club

  Sinderella

  This book is dedicated to the believers, the preppers, and the crazy people. We all know you will be the last ones standing if ever the world ends.

  It is also dedicated to my dad. He is where I will be if everything ends.

  A Note to the Reader

  In this series the reference to the United Nations and the Georgia Guidestones is based on actual events, as well as conspiracy theories. All of the information I used for the conspiracy theories came from the http://www.abovetopsecret.com/ and http://www.infowars.com/. The Georgia Guidestones is an actual monument. I think the Georgia Guidestones is the coolest thing ever. Very strange and suspicious.

  As you may have noticed, I have a serious addiction to conspiracy theories and this book is based on that.

  As always, this series is dedicated to the believers, because you never know!

  Chapter One

  The music doesn't make the dream better. Everything in my dream is grey, except the blood. The blood is red and running throughout. I don't know the song playing, but it makes me feel like I should be dreaming about children playing or couples dancing, like in the old movies I watched with Granny. It's a happy song.

  I hear a whine through the music and look around for Leo. I smile when I see him next to me, until I see he has his worried look in his eyes. I want to tell him everything is going to be okay, but I'm not sure.

  Seeing him, I know it's all a dream. That realization hurts. It makes me miss his sloppy-wolf face. The dream starts to hurt more when his wet nose is against my arm, shocking me. But when I reach for him, the dream won't let us touch anymore. It's keeping us apart. The blood flows on the ground like rivers do. I don't want to cross it. I'm scared for some reason.

  I hear my dad calling me.

  I turn and look back at him; he's standing next to the bunker lid in the yard, where we hid when everything ended.

  "Em, I told you, it's us and them. I told you not to trust anyone." His words sound funny, like he's under water.

  My eyes open. The light blinds me momentarily.

  I glance around the room, as the memories of it start to fill in the blanks I have.

  I hate that things have changed.

  I hate that my rules have changed… that I have changed.

  Months spent living with others has aged me more than the years I've spent alone. More than the years I spent with my dad. The memories of everything still feel so new and fresh. They hurt, like it all happened yesterday, which scares me.

  How long will everything else hurt, if my childhood still pains me?

  I look around the stark room and feel darkness settle in. I knew I would feel it eventually. You can't spend as many years alone as I have and not expect the feeling would come for you. I have spent too much time alone in my head to not know I would be able to sense it, like I am now.

  The feeling that has finally arrived makes my hollow insides tremble a bit. Almost a decade alone, and it has chosen now to come. Perhaps because things don’t seem like they can get worse.

  The feeling is my impending death.

  I'm going to die today. I feel it. I sense it in the air, like a pig smelling its final moments before being taken to the slaughterhouse.

  It burns inside. It’s desperation to change the way my life will end. I hate that he isn’t with me. I hate that I'm here. I hate that I am focusing on every detail, as if the next one will truly be my last moment. I wish I had one of those balls the gypsy lady at the fair had. The one she could see the future in. I wish I knew which moment would be my last.

  I sigh and look for a solution. It’s not like I haven't already spent hours investigating every detail of my time spent in this room. Some of it has been tied to the cold, metal table, like I am now. All of it has been spent in this lonely, cold room, with a man I am planning to kill.

  If I had to guess, I'd say he has the same intentions as I do. It feels like an unspoken race between us, to be the one to live through the unspoken battle.

  There are things I am certain of.

  Firstly, I know I am going to die escaping. I am too exhausted for it to be a perfect escape. I know I will die today. I can feel it in the air. I will escape today and die trying, and that is a better outcome than remaining tied to this table with this man. I've been too lucky. Way too lucky. I have no lives left. As long as I die free, with the wind in my face, I don't care about the other details. But I will not die strapped to this table.

  Secondly, Leo is near me. I can sense him. He is looking for me. He is pacing. I can feel the cold of the floor on his paws. Maybe it's the drugs they've been putting in me. They make me feel funny, thick, and foggy. Maybe, it's the fact I have nothing to do but stare at the ceiling and the nineteen pinholes in the plaster directly above my head. They form a constellation. I don’t know which one, but when I've camped out in the summer, I know I've seen it in the sky. I don’t know the names of the constellations, but I know when I will see them, and what they remind me of. This one is the donkey. He reminds me of Will. Will the ass.

  Will, who has a nice ass, as Meg always says. Damned kid. I grin, weakly. My chapped lips bleed when I do it. The blood trickles down into my mouth. It's the first thing I've tasted in a while.

  Lastly, I know the devilish doctor will slip up. Today is the day. Just as I sense my death, I feel his exhaustion. I can see it. He seems more tense than normal. He's upset about something. He's human, after all. I have spent a lifetime watching humans. We make mistakes. When he does, I will kill him with whatever m
eans I can.

  He moves about the room in a white coat and a light-blue mask. He touches my arms and pokes me. He likes his job. I can see that, in his squinty eyes behind his mask. He squeezes my flesh to tighten it and stabs extra hard. I cried out the first time, but it made smile creases around his eyes. I don’t scream for him anymore.

  I plot.

  The minute he unties me, I am going to be stabbing that needle into his eyeball. His pale-blue eyeball, that I think is the coldest thing I have ever seen… colder than a winter in the mountains.

  I can't help but wonder about the other kids who have been in his care, and the stabbing of the needle. It fuels my fire—my anger.

  I don’t know how many days/weeks I have been here. I haven’t left the room. I woke, tied to the bed. The first doctor was nice to me. He called me sweetie and had sad eyes. He let me be untied more often, drugged and mellow, but free to roam the room and use the toilet. He left one day, and this guy came the next time the door was opened. I have spent more time tied to the table with him here.

  No one else has been inside my room.

  I'm disappointed Marshall hasn’t been to see me. I am going to skin him, probably alive. My Granny's skinning knife is the best. I can imagine peeling him. I can imagine the screaming. It makes me happy, which I assume makes me no better than the man torturing me with needles. I am comfortable with that comparison.

  I look back at the doctor; there is no way he is alone here. We are not alone. There have to be others. My skin crawls imagining what is down the halls. What horrors could there be awaiting me?

  He pats my arm and grins, "You're a special girl. A very special girl." His voice is gravelly and weird, like he doesn’t talk much so it gets bogged up.

  I don’t respond. He has no idea just how special I am.

  I am waiting for it, my moment to show him.

  My eyes flutter when he injects something into my arm. I fight it, but I'm out before I even realize what's happening.

  I don’t dream but I hear voices, "Emma. I need you to wake up, Em."

  The voices make tears flood my closed eyes. The wetness of them on my cheeks feels real. The voices have been my constant for the past weeks. I have imagined the voices so often. If only they knew where I was. If only they could come and save me. If only they were real. My exhaustion is too great to escape alone. It's why I'm going to die.

  The drugs fade slightly and I open my eyes to a surprise. They flutter again, but this time it's the flickering of the inconstant light that gets them. I hate the inconstant light.

  The voices have become a hallucination. The face behind the mask smiles, but it's not him, it's her. It's her eyes and her face, and I feel my lips split into a grin when she talks again. "We gotta be fast, Em. You okay?" she asks softly. She touches my arm and I swear it's real.

  I shake my head, as my hands reach towards her, regardless of not being able to move from the restraints. My fingers twitch and strain themselves; they want to touch her back. They want the confirmation that it's not a dream. But the door opens and the evil doctor comes back in. I close my eyes and pretend I'm sleeping, in case she is just a dream, and he's here to torture me some more.

  "What are you doing in here?" His voice is grumbled and cold.

  She speaks again and my heartbeat picks up on the monitor, "I was asked to come and get some samples of her tissues."

  "I told them I'm not ready. I'm injecting her with it soon. Now get out of here," he says ‘here’ like he has an accent.

  Her voice is still singing inside of my head. I'm freaking out. I don’t want her to leave me. I peek through my lashes as she walks from the room. My heart sinks. I press my eyes shut and let him think I'm sleeping. She was real. She is here for me. They came.

  I can't focus on them coming for me. I have to focus on the fact that she's gone again, and when he came back in the room, he had a tray of things in his hands. I peek through my lashes when I hear him doing things. I see the tray and shiver. The things on it look shiny and new. Tools of his cruel trade. I can imagine the feel of them in my fingers. I have to block out the thoughts of them in my skin.

  His cold fingers brush against my arm, as he unties one of the leather cuffs that's around my wrist, and starts to change the IV needle in me. I'm not sure if I believe in God and miracles, but this moment feels like one. I act like I am falling back to sleep. He takes the rubber tube off and turns his back. He is humming a creepy song. It might not have been creepy if someone else was humming it, but he is creepy in general.

  I peek at him through my lashes. His pulse in his neck is slow. His breathing is steady. His back is to me. He doesn't know that the girl who was just here is my way out. She'll be back for me and I am praying she isn’t alone.

  The adrenaline mixes with the hope she brought me, and the rush of anger and fury come in a wicked flash.

  Moving fast, like lightning, I grab his back and tip his balance. I pull his lab coat by the collar, until his neck is low enough, that I can wrap my skinny arm around his throat and hold him tightly to my chest. He is flailing about and kicking with his feet. Something sharp stabs into me. I feel a cold rush of something, but I don’t let go of my grip on his neck with my arm. His body is fighting hard. He is panicking. He scratches me with his needle. I scream out for the first time in days of stabbing and pain. His throat makes a crunching noise. The tray is smashed and his worktable is kicked over before he stops thrashing about.

  He doesn’t go limp. He scratches and digs his fingers into my arm. He reaches around, grabbing at me, but I lean back. My boney arm is perfect for making the sound that comes next. The crunching sound in his throat turns to a snapping noise and I feel him leave his body. I let him go. My arm is cramping up. It hurts to straighten. It's bleeding and scraped up.

  I take my first, big breath since he came back into the room. My heart monitor is going wild. I pull the tabs off my chest, making the beeps turn into a constant hum. I untie my other arm and push myself to sit up. Something instantly pulls between my legs. Terrified of what I'll find, I slowly put my fingers between my legs where the nightgown I'm wearing is open. I don’t have any underwear on; they must have taken them off. Fear and disgust start taking turns at being bigger in my heart, as I feel the tube that's running in me down there. My fingers shake. My arm, where he put the needle, is going numb. I gag and feel woozy when I feel the whole apparatus. The tube hurts when I move it. I pull slowly and try not to let my hands shake. It doesn’t hurt to take out, but it scares me, more than killing the man by crushing his windpipe. I pee all over the bed and floor when the tube is out completely. The warm urine is running between my legs. I look at the door and pray this isn’t the moment that she comes back.

  I untie my feet and swing my legs to the edge of the bed. My pee drips from the bed onto the floor. The single splashes and the constant sound of the heart monitor make the room smaller. I'm panicking. It stings between my legs. I don’t want to know what that was, or what they've done to me.

  I push myself off the bed, but my arm is weak and fuzzy. My vision is getting hazy. The floor is cold against my toes. My legs feel weak like a baby deer's. My first steps are awkward and uncoordinated.

  I lick my lips and whisper, "Anna." Warmth washes over me and I shudder, staring at the door weakly.

  I stumble to the wall and bend to unplug the heart monitor. I have to slide down the wall to get the cord. I jerk it and the sound stops. I want to cry, but I can't. I can't stand up again. Whatever he shot into my arm is making me feel sick. I crawl along the wall to the tray of things. I pull out some alcohol and pour it over my arm. I wince and almost cry out. It stings. The scrapes are red and angry. I wrap a long, thin, white bandage around my arm and tape it there.

  Then I drag myself to where his dead body lies. I slide my smelly nightgown off and tug off his pants and his coat. I dress myself painfully and slowly. I tuck my hair into the back of the lab coat. His shoes are ridiculous on me, like the clown at the
circus I saw once with Granny.

  I put on his socks. He lies there in his underwear and undershirt. He is pudgy. I look at his meaty body. Compared to the skin and bone I am used to seeing, he is huge.

  I crawl to the door and prepare myself for the effort I am about to use.

  "Anna," I whisper again. She doesn’t come back. Did she not hear the commotion? Is she okay? Was she taken captive too? I don’t have time to ponder. I need to run, but like the feeling I had earlier, I fear I won't live through it. I'm too tired and too sick.

  I use the handle of the door to pull myself up to my feet. Exhaustion is not the right word.

  I stand and steady myself. I feel inside his coat pockets. I need an inventory of what he has and what I need. The sliding card in his right pocket looks exactly like the one from the farm.

  I wish Anna, or even Will, would come. I feel sick, and my arm probably needs stitches. I can feel it's still bleeding, soaking the bandage. I look around the tiny room and try to fight the feeling that everything is hopeless before it's even started. Maybe she wasn’t real.

  "She was there, Em. Get a grip. Anna was here. The doctor is dead," I whisper to myself. "You did one thing today." The words make a tiny smile cross my lips.

  Granny always had lists. She would check things off all the time.

  I glance back at him and see the check mark in my mind. Sometimes she would put 'Watch Days of our Lives' on the list. We would watch it and eat popcorn or chips. Everyday was Days. My favorite character was Sami. When I turned eight, I was allowed to start watching it with her.

  I hold the cold, metal handle and force my mind back around to my own list. ‘Die free with the wind on my face’ is pretty high on it. I need to be more positive.

  "Try not to die… not yet," I say hoarsely and turn the knob of the door. As I hear the handle hit the end of its rotation, I stop.

 

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