Exposing ELE (ELE Series #3)

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Authors: Courtney Nuckels, Rebecca Gober
with Lee and motion him over to me. I show him the bandage and the spot where it was on her arm.
    He checks another person’s arm beside me and, lo and behold, there’s another bandage on their arm, identical to this one. He quickly removes it and examines it as well.
    While he’s looking at it, I see the woman below me begin to stir and wake up. “Lee,” I whisper.
    He turns and witnesses her waking also. She seems extremely groggy so I place my hands on her and focus healing her. Color floods back into her cheeks and her eyes are no longer glazed over.
    I put my finger up to my lip to do my best to calm her and tell her she can’t scream. I bend down over her and whisper, “It’s okay. I’m one of the good guys and we’re trying to help you. Can you tell me anything about what’s going on… anything that you remember?” I look at her with hope that maybe she can tell me where my parents and Tony are. The thought of them like this makes me want to hurl.
    “They shot us. They killed us.” She looks like she's about to start freaking out. “They shot us. They killed us.” She keeps repeating this mantra over and over and is growing steadily higher in volume.
    Maybe this wasn't the best person to try to get inside info from. I get as close as I can to her face so she will shut up and look into my eyes. “YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN AND NOT SAY ANOTHER WORD.” Just like that, her eyes glaze over and she nods her head.
    Lee gives me a funny look.
    The other woman that Lee pulled the patch off of is starting to wake up too. I decide the best thing to do is to start straight off with compulsion. “YOU ARE SAFE. DON'T SCREAM. WE ARE HERE TO HELP YOU. YOU NEED TO HELP US FIRST THOUGH. TELL US EVERYTHING YOU SAW AND EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT WHAT HAS HAPPENED SINCE YOU WERE CAPTURED.”
    Her black eyes glaze over. Of all the gifts to have, feeling other's emotions right now would be the suckiest of all. She speaks in a monotone voice. “They shot us. When we woke up we were in a huge room filled with guards. They pricked our fingers and placed the blood on strips, which they ran through handheld machines. Sometimes the machine beeped. When that happened, they took the person out of the room at gunpoint. The machine didn't beep for me. The rest of us that remained in the room were scared. The guards came by one by one and placed a patch on each person's arm. They all fell down within seconds. I thought they were killing us.” I can sense her emotions starting to rise.
    “IT'S OKAY. YOU ARE NOT DEAD. YOU ARE SAFE. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE TESTS WERE FOR? OR WHERE THEY TOOK THE OTHERS?” I doubt she knows but it's worth a shot.
    She shakes her head. “We don't know what the tests were for or where the others went.”
    I have to fight off the frustration that builds. It's not like it's her fault that she doesn't know. I clench my hands into fists and stand up quickly.
    Lee takes over my position, kneeling down by the woman. “Thank you for the information. You will need to follow our instructions to the dot to stay safe. Do you understand? We will do our best to get you out of here.”
    I steadily back away as I watch Lee continue to comfort the woman. Soon enough I find my back against the wall. Everyone in the room is busy looking elsewhere so I take my opportunity. I turn myself invisible and step through the wall.
    I find myself in a dreary, grey-bricked hallway lit by long rows of fluorescent tube lights. To say the decorating is cold and uninviting is an understatement. This is a place that you don't want to stick around for long, if at all. I move through the hallway, thankfully not running into any guards. Eventually the grey brick walls turn into barred jail cells. I look from side to side into each one expecting to find someone. They are all empty.
    Hearing footsteps around a nearby corner, I step through the bars to hide in an empty cell. The bars offer little protection, but I'm not taking the chance on running

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