The Plan, Part 4

The Plan, Pt. 4

            Evening came and everyone had their share of the supplies the three Strays had recently collected. It was late, and it was getting dark. 

            “Well, looks like we won’t be looking out for the City Guard’s and Searcher’s rounds today. We’ll just have to wait ‘till tomorrow,” Aleck stated.

            “I suppose you’re right,” Jerin said.

            Sheer and Oran remained quiet. Oran felt worn out from everything he and the other two Strays had to do for the day. 

            In fact, everyone was tired. This whole survival thing was really taking its toll.

Thankfully, there were plenty of supplies for the time being. 

Oran finally spoke up, “Well, I’m sure all of us are getting quite tired. But, before we rest, I want to thank all of you for your generosity. It’s been very tough living out there,” referring to the City. “I’m also very glad to see you again, Jerin, and it was nice to meet you, Aleck and Sheer. I’m very appreciative of all of this!”

The rest of them replied with, “You’re welcome!”

A few moments passed without a word.

“Well, I suppose we’re going to have to look out for the Searcher’s and City Guard’s round schedules tomorrow,” Aleck stated.

“Yes, I suppose it would be best if you, Oran, and I go out tomorrow to do that,” Jerin replied.

“You’re right,” Oran started to say, “That sounds like a good idea”

“I suppose I’m going to have to stay here and watch the Hatch, am I right?” Sheer asked

Aleck then said, “Correct. Is that alright with you?”

“It’s fine,” Sheer said back.

“Alright. Let’s get some rest, then.” Aleck said.

Then they all got ready for their rest.

--

            “Wha—what?” He felt as if he was slipping in and out of reality. He couldn’t remember where he was or even his purpose for being there.

“What is going on with me?” he thought, his mind straining.

“Why can’t I remember!?”

Then he felt pain in his right arm.

It remained. It persisted. It wouldn’t cease. It continued getting worse. It felt as if it was traveling through his arm and into the rest of his body.

He wanted to yell. He wanted to make the pain stop. But he couldn’t.

He couldn’t even move.

Then he felt something cool on his wrists and ankles. Like metal. Like he had been strapped down.

His memory started coming back little by little. He was waking up!

The pain continued coursing through his body. It had spread nearly half way through. It was getting to his mind. He didn’t feel right at all.

--

            Everyone was ready to go to sleep.

Thankfully, the Hatch was spacious enough for all of them to be comfortable enough to sleep.

Oran couldn’t sleep. He still didn’t know if he could trust the Traitor, Sheer.

“Why would these guys just let a Villain live with them?” he asked himself, in his mind.

The only reason he told everyone he was thankful that Sheer allowed him to stay was because he wanted to see what she would say and how she would react. The reaction didn’t seem negative, but he still wasn’t sure.

He tried to push the thought from his mind for the time being so he could sleep.

--

He was slipping back into reality.

He remembered now. He was strapped to a platform. He was in a Villain laboratory, though he couldn’t remember what was going on…

He was being experimented on!

No!

He had to get out of here!

Suddenly, he felt a new strength. He felt as if he could free himself from the cold metal restraints.

He opened his eyes, seeing a team or Villain researchers gathered around him.

--

Darkon, the Lead Villain Researcher and the head of The Project, noticed the subject’s vitals were working harder than they had moments ago. As if he was gaining consciousness again.

No! The anesthetic must not have been strong enough to keep the subject asleep while he was being injected!

They might actually wake back up!

“I think he may be waking up!” he said to his team of Researchers.

“I’ll ready another vial of anesthetic!” Ezbaan, another Researcher said back.

Then, the subject awoke and opened his eyes.

To Be Continued!