Black Riders. Samuel I Sinclair

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      Chapter 3

      Looking Back Part 1

      1

      “Your brother?” Christine said curiously. “Now that is interesting. But from my studies, you have no family at all. So where is he exactly?”

      “He is nowhere and everywhere,” Adrian replied, knowing there was no reason to resist anymore.

      “A paradox then. Oh, this is getting good. But that isn’t really an answer.” She pressed on his spine with the rod again. This time, the pain was less. Perhaps the drug was wearing off, or perhaps it simply needed time to recharge, like most older models.

      “Tell me the truth, and all this will disappear.”

      “He…he…he died twelve years ago.” Adrian panted. “I was too weak to…to…” He began to weep. “I was too weak to help.”

      “Oh, now we are getting to the juicy stuff. So tell me what happened.”

      “Screw you, bitch!”

      He then began to laugh uncontrollably.

      “We mustn’t be rude or use such language, or else Daddy’s teachings didn’t sink in.”

      There was something different about this voice. It seemed more powerful and something else that Christine couldn’t put her finger on.

      2

      He continued to laugh until Christine put pressure on the point in his shoulder again. When she did, he moved as quick as a bolt of lightning. In one movement, he knocked her to the ground and grabbed the electric rod she had dropped. In less than the time it took for her to blink, she was on the floor, and he stood above her, completely unfazed by the drug.

      “Now, how about we have a little fun time together?” he snickered as he brought the rod above her heart. “By the way, I am Adrian’s brother, Izac.”

      He laughed slightly, looking at the rod.

      “Now I know that this rod is able to deliver a constant supply of electricity and at quite a high voltage I might add. So how about we test how much your heart will be able to handle, shall we?”

      Christine began to laugh herself.

      “Finally, we meet Izac. I’ve been trying to piece everything together. And I almost have the complete picture. Now tell me about yourself, please.”

      Izac laughed, but that didn’t shock her. With this lapse in concentration, Christine had all the time she needed to turn the tables on him. She moved even faster than Izac had. She jumped onto her feet and took the rod from his hands. With the rod in her hand again, she used one of her feet to sweep under his leg and knock him to the ground. In response, Izac laughed.

      “Is death funny to you, boy?” she asked.

      “Yes, and if you kill us, then you will also kill another innocent woman. And if you are here to take my life, then you will have no way to save her.”

      “What?”

      “It is a simple situation. You let me get up and put the rod away, then I lead you to the woman who you free. And finally, you kill us with a clear conscience.”

      “Who said I wanted to kill you?”

      “From what I observed, you have no sympathy toward us, and you clearly had some plan to torture us, for some reason or another.”

      Christine smiled and said nothing, but the smile confirmed Izac’s suspicions.

      “You don’t want to kill us? Then what?”

      She interrupted him before he could finish his thought.

      “I may still kill you but not until I am satisfied,” she corrected as she let him go.

      “Well, you can color me intrigued. Now if you want to save her, you will follow me.”

      Christine removed the rod and allowed Izac to stand. Izac stood and started for the door with a smile and slight hum, with Christine following at his heels. He moved with a spring in his step down the road, slightly skipping, until he reached the first adjoining alleyway. He turned down it, first making certain no one was looking at them.

      They went five paces down the alley, then ten, fifteen, and they stopped at seventeen. When they abruptly stopped, Christine looked around to see what was what. They were stopped at a cluster of ivy that had been grown from the top of the building to the very bottom. There were some clusters of dead vines, but for the most part, it was lush and healthy. Izac grabbed a thick cluster of dead ivy and pulled on it. As he pulled on the ivy, he also turned his left hand to the left, and Christine could hear the sound of a vault door opening.

      Izac pulled the door open when it was completely unlocked.

      “After you, madam,” Izac said with a bow, one of disrespect.

      Christine shook her head.

      “If you think I will let you get behind me, then you are more foolish than I ever believed,” she responded.

      “Fine then,” Izac replied and stepped inside.

      Christine followed and closed the door.

      3

      It was an abandoned hospital or perhaps a laboratory, she observed, that Izac and Adrian had maintained in secrecy as best they could. Though this СКАЧАТЬ