Surviving ELE (ELE Series #4) by Rebecca Gober, Courtney Nuckels Page A
Authors: Rebecca Gober, Courtney Nuckels
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the knife to my face again. My heart stops and I close my eyes. A frustrated tear falls down my cheek. He slowly cuts one side of the gag. I feel him pull it out of my mouth before I open my eyes again.
“You don’t recognize me, do you?” His face is only inches from mine. I can smell a hint of alcohol on his breath and it makes me want to gag.
I blink a few times as my eyes begin to focus better. My heart starts racing as the realization sets in. “Mr. Blake,” I say with my hoarse voice. Alec’s dad!
He smiles and stands up. “How’s my boy doing?”
I stare at him in horror, but I don’t answer his question. “Why are you doing this?”
He raises an eyebrow at me. Ignoring the question, he instead changes the IV bag. He pulls out a syringe filled with an opaque liquid . He flicks it with his finger, making sure the bubbles float to the top. I gulp as he slowly injects it directly into my IV.
A warming sensation runs through my veins. “What was that?” I ask, my voice sounding strange, foreign.
“Just a little something to help you with your powers. Don’t you worry; you won’t have enough control of your abilities to do any damage or escape, but just enough to be able to show them off a little.” He steps on the pedal of the stainless-steel trash bin to open the lid. Chucking the needle and the empty IV bag inside it, he lets the lid fall with a heavy thud.
My stomach is filled with knots as I think about Alec. What would this do to him? Does he know his dad’s a psycho?
“I’m hardly crazy, Willow.” He laughs.
I notice his eye color is focused more on the dark green aspect of his gift. My brain starts clearing a little more as whatever he gave me clears the other drugs from my system. “Hasn’t anyone told you yet that it’s an invasion of privacy to read minds or that it’s plain old rude?” I ask, annoyed.
He looks at me with an arched brow. “Ha! Do you think I care about being rude to a lab rat?” He rolls his eyes when I glare at him. “Anyhow, you are merely a variable in a wide-range experiment.”
“What are you talking about, Blake?” I spit at him.
He looks unaffected by my tone or my informal use of his name. “I am saying that you aren’t nearly as special as you think you are.” He points his finger towards his eyes. “It’s obvious that you aren’t the only one with multiple abilities. Our only question is how you managed to acquire yours. I checked your charts and you weren’t given anything special other than an immunization that would allow you to read minds.”
The wheels in my brain start churning as he speaks. Why would it still matter to him how I got my gift if they already know how to replicate it? I see his eyes turning a deeper shade of green. He’s trying to dig around in my thoughts! “Figure it out yourself,” I tell him as I throw my shield up. I don’t know if it worked because none of my abilities worked earlier, but I cross my fingers.
A look of outrage scrunches his reddened face. “How dare you, you little twit!” He grabs my shoulders and starts shaking me.
I feel the IV loosen from all of the jostling. I try to rip my arms free but the constraints are too tight. I don’t have enough strength to use more than one gift at a time.
“You think I can’t see your silver eyes? You aren’t even supposed to have that gift!” He gives me a look of indignation.
Not sure what he means by that statement, I focus on hearing his thoughts. It’s hard because I have to keep my shield up at the same time. Sweat accumulates on my brow as I try to focus on the little power that these drugs are letting through. Finally, I hear, “ We didn’t even create such an immunization. It must have mutated from something else. why can’t I do it? He said I’d get all of her gifts! “He looks at my eyes. “What the?” He slaps me in the face.
The searing heat snaps me out of his mind and sends tears to my eyes. I stretch my jaw, happy it’s
“You don’t recognize me, do you?” His face is only inches from mine. I can smell a hint of alcohol on his breath and it makes me want to gag.
I blink a few times as my eyes begin to focus better. My heart starts racing as the realization sets in. “Mr. Blake,” I say with my hoarse voice. Alec’s dad!
He smiles and stands up. “How’s my boy doing?”
I stare at him in horror, but I don’t answer his question. “Why are you doing this?”
He raises an eyebrow at me. Ignoring the question, he instead changes the IV bag. He pulls out a syringe filled with an opaque liquid . He flicks it with his finger, making sure the bubbles float to the top. I gulp as he slowly injects it directly into my IV.
A warming sensation runs through my veins. “What was that?” I ask, my voice sounding strange, foreign.
“Just a little something to help you with your powers. Don’t you worry; you won’t have enough control of your abilities to do any damage or escape, but just enough to be able to show them off a little.” He steps on the pedal of the stainless-steel trash bin to open the lid. Chucking the needle and the empty IV bag inside it, he lets the lid fall with a heavy thud.
My stomach is filled with knots as I think about Alec. What would this do to him? Does he know his dad’s a psycho?
“I’m hardly crazy, Willow.” He laughs.
I notice his eye color is focused more on the dark green aspect of his gift. My brain starts clearing a little more as whatever he gave me clears the other drugs from my system. “Hasn’t anyone told you yet that it’s an invasion of privacy to read minds or that it’s plain old rude?” I ask, annoyed.
He looks at me with an arched brow. “Ha! Do you think I care about being rude to a lab rat?” He rolls his eyes when I glare at him. “Anyhow, you are merely a variable in a wide-range experiment.”
“What are you talking about, Blake?” I spit at him.
He looks unaffected by my tone or my informal use of his name. “I am saying that you aren’t nearly as special as you think you are.” He points his finger towards his eyes. “It’s obvious that you aren’t the only one with multiple abilities. Our only question is how you managed to acquire yours. I checked your charts and you weren’t given anything special other than an immunization that would allow you to read minds.”
The wheels in my brain start churning as he speaks. Why would it still matter to him how I got my gift if they already know how to replicate it? I see his eyes turning a deeper shade of green. He’s trying to dig around in my thoughts! “Figure it out yourself,” I tell him as I throw my shield up. I don’t know if it worked because none of my abilities worked earlier, but I cross my fingers.
A look of outrage scrunches his reddened face. “How dare you, you little twit!” He grabs my shoulders and starts shaking me.
I feel the IV loosen from all of the jostling. I try to rip my arms free but the constraints are too tight. I don’t have enough strength to use more than one gift at a time.
“You think I can’t see your silver eyes? You aren’t even supposed to have that gift!” He gives me a look of indignation.
Not sure what he means by that statement, I focus on hearing his thoughts. It’s hard because I have to keep my shield up at the same time. Sweat accumulates on my brow as I try to focus on the little power that these drugs are letting through. Finally, I hear, “ We didn’t even create such an immunization. It must have mutated from something else. why can’t I do it? He said I’d get all of her gifts! “He looks at my eyes. “What the?” He slaps me in the face.
The searing heat snaps me out of his mind and sends tears to my eyes. I stretch my jaw, happy it’s
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