CONVICTED: chapter 17 :{)

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CONVICTED: chapter 17 :{)

POV-Mikey- “Better Living Industries?” Bob, Frank, and I said in unison. We had no idea what this lady was talking about but honestly we didn’t care, al we knew was we have been with Bandit since she was born, so how is this possible? Madam Demetria simply sat down on the opposite end across from Bob. The table was fairly long, it was a perfect distance away from the Crazy Woman. Frank and I exchanged looks, probably the most agreeing looks we have gave each other since we woke up in this Nut House. “So, if Bandit hadn’t been with us since her birth then how do we remember her since birth?” Frank asked, Madam Demetria laughed. Her laugh was almost wicked, but at the same time innocent. When she was finished laughing, she answered Franks question with, “Well its simple really, al we did was capture you while you were sleeping and implant those memories of Bandit. And with Bandit we did the same for you all. Gentlemen, Bandits real name is Zoey Genevieve Isabella, and right now as we speak her mother and boyfriend are trying to help her remember her true identity.” I felt my mouth drop open at the thought of never getting to see Bandit again. I cleared my thought and asked, “Well if all your after is Bandit then why are we here. Wouldn’t telling us all this just reveal yourselves, and by the looks of things, you’d rather be in the dark?” Madam Demetria glanced form me to the table, in a way that looked like she was thinking about what I just asked. “Well, Mr. Way we brought you 3 here to make deal with you, but please be warned that if you reveal this organization that we hunt you down and exterminate you.” She paused, sighed and then continued, “You 3 young men were brought here by us because we want to help you in a way no silly music career cant. We have brought up a proposal that if you stay here with us we will grant you your deepest wish. All we ask in return is that you join us.” I didn’t have to even really have time to gather the whole question into my head when I blurted, “What about Janelle, Gerard, and Shadow?” Madam Demetria stood in a huff and snapped her fingers. Within the next few seconds Shadow walked through the big glass doors, followed by Lisa. I looked at Frank then Bob, they both looked how I felt and probably looked to: betrayed and shocked. “Umm, Lisa, Shadow?” Shadow and Lisa both looked from us to Madam Demetria, then smiled. “Madam, what do you think, I told you these three would fit the bill?” Demetria smiled and said, “Yes Lisa, you did a very good job. As did you Shadow, mission accomplished.” She looked at us, “Well, what is your answer gentlemen?” we all looked around, then I said, “May we have a minute to speak this over?” “Certainly.” Madam Demetria, Shadow, and Lisa all stepped out of the room. I stood and began thinking scarcely about what the hell are we gonna do, that’s when I notice the air duct.
POV-Bandit- Logan was still trying to get me to ‘remember my real self’ as he called it. Honestly, the more I looked at Logan I noticed that the more I looked at him the more I recognized the face, but I could place where, when or how. Logan reached out for me and I took his hand, I had no idea why but I just felt this since of security when either Logan or Mrs. Isabella was around. It was a strange felling yes, but I couldn’t deny it. Logan helped me off the bed and still holding hands we walked down the bright white hallway. In a since it would look like something you would imagine in Heaven, it being all white and bright. There were several doors along the hall, one right after another. They weren’t numbered either. I opened my mouth to ask Logan where we were but I was quickly interrupted by Mrs. Isabella walking up and saying, “Very good Logan you got her up and walking. Zoey dear you’ve got a nasty cut on your head, come lets go to my room and well get that fixed right on up.” Her sunshine smile amazed me, it was just so bright and happy like she didn’t have a worry in the world. Mrs. Isabella lead Logan and I further down the bright hallway, to the 3rd white door from the end of the hall, she opened it and motioned for Logan and I to step inside. Logan flashed me a smile and we stepped inside, followed by Mrs. Isabella. The room was a lot like the on I was in but much bigger. Everything was in one giant room, except the bathroom, that was a room in itself. Logan let go of my hand and I followed Mrs. Isabella into the bathroom, he followed as well but when we reached the bathroom he leaned up agaisnt the doorway. I sat on the edge of the bath tub and while Mrs. Isabella get her supplies out if the medicine cabinet. She called for Logan to bring her a cloth from under the kitchen sink, and within a second he was back, with a bright white cloth. Of course. Mrs. Isabella put some Hydrogen Peroxide on the cloth and began to dot the gash in my head. I felt a slight sting then I felt it begin to bubble. It was nasty; soon the white cloth was covered in blood and green stuff. Ewe. When she finished that she patched it up with gauze and medical tape. We walked back into the living room area and I sat on the couch and laid my head on Logan’s shoulder. Then without meaning to I fell asleep. When I woke up Mrs. Isabella was cooking something, I didn’t know what it was but it smelled great. She glanced over, seeing that I was awake she said, “Good morning Zoey dear, are you hungry.” “Yes momma.” i replied not realizing what I said till after I said it. Why in the hell did i just call Mrs. Isabella momma, my momma was dead.