You know I am getting quite tired of having guns pointed at me.
I could also do without the discussions that make me feel like I am not even in the room.
I hadn’t seen ‘John’ since he gave me the drawing (which I still haven’t shown anyone) which revealed that not only was Daniel somewhere in there still, but also that he has been at the mission with Michael back in the spring. (Unsettling is a word that describes my situation far too often)
Today I was walking through the corridors of the hospital when I spotted him and promptly turned on my heels to go in the opposite direction. (Too Late) He caught up with me and asked why I was avoiding him, he tried to talk to me about the dream/drawing. I told him it was fine but that he probably shouldn’t tell any one about it. I did not tell him why. (To keep us both from being locked in our very own teeny tiny room, forever. Is a good enough reason right?)
But he wouldn’t give up and was demanding to know what was going on. In the middle of this discussion one of the guards must’ve gotten the wrong idea (people are a bit touchy around here) he and his very large gun got right up in ‘John’s’ face. ‘John’ immediately backed down but the guard was extremely aggressive. I tried to tell him it was fine. The guard (and of course the very large gun) both turned in my direction and then something fairly shocking happened.
The moment the gun was trained on me ‘John’ did something I have seen him do before. (Well not him, but the other him)
It was abrupt, brutal and to be honest pretty impressive. The gun was out of the guard’s hands in seconds and there was a sickening crack as his arm snapped in Dan, ‘John’s’ hands before he was put into the ground. Both the guard and the gun hit the floor at the same time…
…and then it was over. Both ‘John’ and myself had the same look of horror on our faces as we looked at his handy work….
…Then we were surrounded by more guards (and more guns.) Michael seemed to appear from nowhere pushing me out the way as he came face to face with ‘John’ who’s hands were up in the air in complete surrender. Michael barked orders and ‘John’ was dragged away without a fight. (Just a look of utter confusion)
The rest of my day was spent listening to doctors explaining that it meant nothing, that his skills and reflexes had nothing to do with actual memories or his life and who he was. (Cough. Um never mind.) I also tried to explain that he only became violent when it looked like the guard was threatening someone else but no one was listening… (no one is ever listening)
…Nor were they listening when I objected to the suggestion that it wasn’t worth the risk to even let him live. (Wait, what? What side are we on again cause I could have sworn we were the good guys.)
For the first time since Thursday I am actually glad I didn’t tell them about the drawing.