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“Oh... thank you. It’s hard to know who I can trust.”
“Kayla, you’re safe here.”
“I don’t think I am,” I whisper, tears welling up along my lower lash line.
“What do you mean?”
“Doctor Seytan told them to do this to me.”
Dr. Carraway hesitates, her expression torn between professional duty and empathy. “Kayla, I—”
“You don’t believe me.”
“It’s not that,” she replies gently. “Look, let’s talk about something else instead, okay?”
“Sure.”
“Do you require the morning-after pill?”
“I... I think it’s too late for that.”
“I see. Would you like to book another appointment with me in a few days to discuss contraceptive options?”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
“Okay, let’s just go over a couple more things.”
Dr. Carraway proceeds to examine my overall physical health, checking my vitals and asking questions about my general well-being. Each answer feels like a step toward building trust, yet a lingering fear of consequences remains.
Finally, she removes her gloves and steps back, looking at me with genuine concern and professional curiosity. “Kayla, I understand that this environment can be challenging, and there are many uncertainties. We’ll do our best to ensure your health and safety here.”
I appreciate her reassurance, even if it feels somewhat hollow in the context of our predicament. “Thank you, Dr. Carraway. I... I hope I can trust you.”
She nods, her expression earnest. “You can trust that I’ll do my job to the best of my abilities, Kayla. Now, let’s send your urine sample for testing, and we’ll go from there.”
As I leave her behind, I feel the weight of my situation pressing down upon me. I can’t help but wonder what the results of the tests will reveal and what lies ahead in this strange, unsettling place I’ve been confined to. Most importantly, I hope I’ve made some headway in getting the gullible doctor on my side. I need all the allies I can get if I’m going to get out of here.
IT’S DARKER THAN SATAN’S BUTT CRACK OUT HERE
‘ASSASSIN’ – AU/RA
KOOKABURRA
We’re back in the helicopter again, being taken to the mainland under the cover of darkness, dressed all in black. It can only mean one thing; we’re being sent on another mission. And again, I know nothing about it.
All of the others are tight-lipped, with serious expressions on their faces. I wonder how they’re feeling. Me? I’m preoccupied by my visit to the doctor. I need to get my head in the game.
The public, the press, the law, they all say we’re crazy. Insane. Monsters. Psychopaths. But if that were true, wouldn’t we be excited at the chance to be released from our prison and sent to mindlessly kill. Wouldn’t I feel more like an eagerly released hellhound and less like a manipulated marionette? Why aren’t we all chomping at the bit to get on land and cause chaos?
I don’t think these guys are any crazier than I am, despite what our files may say.
As we land and disembark from the helicopter, I notice the distinct lack of chatter among the team continues. Even Snow isn’t being his usual dickish self. It’s an eerie silence that amplifies the anxiety building inside me.
I study our surroundings. This time, we’re not in a city, but on the outskirts of one judging by the lights in the distance. We’ve landed at a small airstrip – a private one if I had to guess. Around us are a handful of small aircraft hangars, but other than that we seem to be in the middle of nowhere.
We’re all just standing around, waiting for something to happen, when we’re suddenly met by the pilot who handsmea folder.
I frown at him. At least last time my weapon was a bat. What am I meant to do with a file? Paper cut someone to death?
