Fan Fiction ❯ The Tales of Lady Midnight and Jason Dark ❯ Chapter 11

I sat down with the tissue thin cardboard and stared at the photo. Why did her life have to be ruined by my inability to stop the doctor before he grabbed her. Maybe, deep down, I just did not want to suffer this alone. I began to rub the photo. I do not know if I fell asleep. All I know is that everything went dark. Then it was if my eyes opened. Only they were not my eyes. I starred through the foggy vision. I could not make out any shapes but I cold hear voices.

"Ahhh, I see we have not tried to escape today."

"I am still breathing and it is my guess that the day still is not over." This second voice was gruff and unforgiving. I realized that it was Melissa. I began to wonder if I sounded different when I was transformed. I was absorbed into the surroundings. I almost became Melissa. Emotions and anger took over.

The next thing I knew I was hanging upside down from the chandelier of the apartment in full armor stasis. This was not the first time something like this had happened. I mean the getting lost in emotions and ending up transformed in a place different from where I last was. I jumped back down and reverted. At least now I knew that Melissa was alive.

I began going through the doctor’s research. When I came upon the time he was working on Jason all the sadness from losing him came back. This refueled my hatred for the doctor. I began to feel as though I would lose it. I ran into the kitchen where I kept an ample supply of hot water and herbal tea. For some reason things like that always calmed me down. They had become even more of a necessity lately and I just did not know why.

I spent a few months reading research, relaxing to keep my emotions in check, and planning to get Melissa out. I found that I had a certain link to her that simply could not be explained. I could not communicate, but I could see through her eyes, hear her thoughts, and feel her emotions. I used this to formulate a plan.

Though I knew nothing of why things were turning out the way that they had, I did know that my conscience would be clearer if I could help at least one person out with a problem I may have caused. I bought a plane ticket and grabbed a suitcase. I had no clue how long I would need to be there. I had no real plan on how to get her out. All I knew was that her life was hanging in the balance. I did not even worry about covering my tracks this time I was not worried about anything but her safety and my own vindication.

I had been staked out in front of the house for the better part of a week. The woods made good cover for when I could not control my little tangents. As far as I could tell neither the residents of the house or of the town had seen me. I had a hotel room, but had no reason to use it. I knew from the doctor’s research that I was no longer bound by human weaknesses. At least to a point, I still needed food and sleep, only not as often. The down side was that I never would know when I needed it, and it always comes in large doses. Hunger was not the larger problem of the two. Anyhow, I was sitting out side of the house when the only real break I had ever had seemed to have occurred.