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his nose as she fumbled at the other
cuff. When her other arm was free she finally released him. He looked nervously
around the room like a startled rabbit as she took his head between her hands
and pulled him close once more.
    “Now call for a guard.”
    He shook his head between her
hands. And she gently placed the end of one of her thumbs against his eyeball
as she repeated her request.
    Oh no no no no no. Please don’t.
Please don’t. Please don’t. The worst part about all of this, well aside
from pretty much everything, was that I had no control over what I saw. I
literally couldn’t look away.This was all far too similar to the sort
of movie I’d usually watch with my eyes closed. Except now I was right in the
middle of the action and I couldn’t shield my eyes from the sort of images that
I couldn’t stomach.
    The Doctor groaned as she
applied pressure. I just wanted to wake up. I really didn’t like this kind of
stuff. Thankfully Doctor Creepy gave in to her demands before his eyeball gave
into her thumb and I was spared 
witnessing anything too disgusting.
    I wanted to run and hide, but I
couldn’t. I was trapped here, front and center, an unwilling participant in
some kind of warped horror film.
    “Guards… guards help! She’s
escaping. Guards!”
    She released the doctor and he
stood and watched as she undid the straps at her ankles. She groaned as she
stood and paused for breath. I could feel atrophied muscles screaming with agony
as the blood rushed back into them. She dry-heaved, but managed to keep it
together. I would have thrown up half a dozen times by now.
    “D… d… d… don’t…” The Doctor
reeked of fear and urine.
    “You know when I said I was
going to kill you?” She took him by the arm and held him close as the door
began to open, “I was only half right.”
    She threw the doctor at the
guard as he entered the room, his weapon drawn. There was a muffled gunshot and
a bright red flower appeared on the doctor’s white coat. Before the guard could
react Miss Derry, who I was beginning to suspect was some kind of elite
super-ninja, grabbed his wrist and twisted. I heard the crack of bones and a
second, louder gunshot that ricocheted of the tiles before smashing the screen
of the tiny television.
    A vicious punch to the throat
and the guard crumpled, gasping silently for air. Miss Derry relieved him of
his weapon and my heavily pregnant surrogate made her way down a brightly lit
corridor to some kind of central control room.
    She paused for a moment and took
a few deep breaths before heading to the desk, where she grabbing the handset
of a phone. She began stabbing at an old-fashioned keypad with her finger. It
didn't dawn on me until it was too late that I should have paid attention to the
number.
    “Hello? Hello?”
    “Jackson it’s me.”
    “My God. My God Helena. You’re
alive.”
    The voice on the other end of
the phone was familiar. It was someone I knew, but I couldn’t quite put my
finger on it.
    “Barely. Listen… I’m being held
in some kind of facility, maybe a private hospital or lab. I’m not sure where.
It’s near the coast, I can hear the sea. And it’s warm... muggy. If you can
trace this call, come and get me. I don’t have much time I…”
    I dropped the phone as I was hit
by a wave of pain in my abdomen worse than any cramp I had ever experienced.
    Oh God. Oh no.
    “Oh God. Oh no. Jackson? Hurry.
I don’t have much time.”
    We sank to the floor as the wave
of pain passed, and grabbed frantically for the handset.
    “Listen Jackson. If you’re not
in time… if you’re too late. Find the child. Find the child and look after it
as if it were your own. I love you.”
    But the phone was dead. We were
talking to static.
    “Miss Derry.”
    A voice came over the intercom.
A clipped European accent. Not German, but something similar. There was
something else as well, something wrong with his voice. Something inhuman.
    “That’s quite enough