| Sara's mind devised many plans, but she needed only one. She was going to wait for Sam to come, grab him, and take him away. He didn't know what was going on, and she had been feeling guilty for putting him through so much. She was going to set things straight and put an end to this madness. She remembered everything she went through. Meeting the mysterious man, the excitement she felt leading Sam to him. She could picture it perfectly, every move, every word. It all started on a beautiful spring day. Sara had been cleaning all day. Exhausted, she went into the kitchen to get some water. The phone rang and she loathed picking it up, but she unfortunately did. "Is this Sara Brown?" "Yes," she answered. "We know everything about you. We've been watching you. Can you meet us tonight in the alley behind the gas station on Main Street and Greenway Lane?" "Who is this?! Don't you ever call me again!" Sara slammed the phone down and sat down to think. Who was that, she thought. The phone rang all day, leaving messages on her machine, always reaching the limited time, then continuing during the next call. It was like one long message mentioning every detail about her, lasting for hours. It would've creeped anyone out. She locked herself inside all day, scared of whoever was calling her. Her wandering mind had many reasons for why the person might be calling, but none of them were either true or realistic. Suddenly, the door bell rang and Sara jumped up, startled. She looked out the door and saw a stranger there, with a smile like a mad man. She jumped back and pretended she never heard the door bell go off again and again. The man gave up and went to the back window where there were no curtains. He peeked in the kitchen, still having that haunting smile, and lit a match. Sara sneaked a look from her hiding spot. She saw the flame waving in the breeze. Her heart raced and she tried to control her shallow breathing, but it was a lost battle. The next thing she knew, she was in a strange room in a strange place with strange people. It all reminded her of secret agents talking in code, which was a pretty good guess for someone who was half-conscious. "How is she," she heard someone ask the doctor when she started to wake up. "Will she be able to do the job," the stranger asked quieter than before. "Almost. There will be one slight problem: When she is truly scared, the control will go away. In her case, when she thinks there is a fire, or if there is a fire, the controlling tranquilizers will eventually fade away. She will become irrational, nervous, and she will be impossible to control." "That's a risk we're going to have to take," he said. "It's the only way to get to him, Doc. I'll be back when she's awake and give her her first mission." The man walked out of the room and she drifted into a light sleep. A few hours later, she "finally woke up." She never told a soul that she heard what they said. She didn't understand what they were talking about, anyway. What did they mean "control," she would ask herself lying in bed in the late hours of the night. "How did you sleep," the stranger asked her when she was feeling better. She remembered him from a few nights ago. Sara hesitated, but said she was much better. The man ignored the delay because he was deciding which way would be the best to talk to her. "Good! Now I know you failed your last mission, but I'm sure that you can complete your new one," he said naturally. "What?!" |
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| "Now I know you almost finished, but you didn't, so they consider it a failure. Sara, are you okay? I didn't want to tell you, but you have been assigned a simpler mission because of your mistake." Her eyes grew. She didn't know what to say. "I would say that you're only human � but it's been proven otherwise," she added. He just loved the reaction. That line was his favorite part of the job. "What do you mean I'm not human?" "Don't you remember? You haven't failed in fifty years. Before you went off for your mission, we had a big banquet for you. I guess the stress made you mess up." "Fifty years?! I'm not even fifty! I'm sure you must be wrong!" "Oh, you're so modest! Fifty years has definitely gone by! I've only worked here for twenty years, and right from the start I noticed how much power you had." |
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