I’m back with Part 29 of my sci-fi serial story Because We Were Different! If I stay on schedule, I think there will only be three more parts after this, so thank you to all of you who have stuck with me during this story; I know it’s been spread out a lot over the past three (I think haha!) years! I don’t know if I’ll do another story on here for a little while; I have a few ideas for some, but I just don’t know if I’ll do them or not since it does take me awhile to finish them. However, if you enjoy reading my short stories, please let me know in the comments and I’ll seriously consider doing another one.
Thank you again for reading and supporting my writing through your likes and comments! God bless! ~ Kay Adelin
Part 29
Grasping the paperweight, I swung it with all my might toward the advancing guards, striking one over the head. The other guard rammed into me, knocking me down, while yet another pried the paperweight from my hand.
Now I understood why Remington never allowed us to have weapons in our meetings with him. If I’d had a gun, I could’ve shot him and all his cronies and been done with it by now. But he always had to be on top.
Twisting my arms behind my back, the guards shoved me forward. The more I struggled, the tighter they twisted my arm to the point where I winced.
Remington stepped forward, that sickening smile still on his face. “Ainslyn, Ainslyn, I think we would’ve been good friends had it not been for your inventor’s blood.”
“I would never be friends with someone like you!” I squirmed again, and the pressure on my arm grew almost unbearable.
“Did you really think you could escape me so easily? Even if you had escaped, would you really abandon your sister to her death? After all, don’t you have enough guilt with your parents’ blood on your hands?”
“Keep them out of this!” If only I could get my arms free! I had enough courage to strangle him on the spot.
He drew a bottle from his pocket, and my eyes widened. Chloroform! After pouring some onto a handkerchief, he held it to my face, and though I struggled against the guards, my attempts were futile.
As my head became foggy and vision faded, Remington’s final words echoed in my head. “Enjoy your last few days of life, Ainslyn Paine, inventor boy.”
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My whole body ached as I opened my eyes to a dull gray ceiling. Where was I?
“Y-you’re awake.” The soft voice startled me, and I jumped to my feet.
“W-who—?!” I stopped as I recognized the familiar cell and the small, trembling girl before me. Kit-Kat.
“I’m Mai Saki. You might not remember me, but we met once before.”
“I remember you,” I said, crossing my arms and going to sit on the cold stone bed in the corner of the cell. “It’s you who don’t remember me.”
Her brows raised, and she looked genuinely confused. I sighed. What use was there anyways? We’d be dead shortly, and then it wouldn’t matter whether she remembered me or not. “Never mind.”
She sighed as well, wrapping her arms around her knees. “How long are we going to stay here? Do you know?”
I couldn’t tell her the moment we left this cell, we’d be taken to our deaths. “Just… get used to it. It’ll be awhile. We’ve been here before… though you don’t probably remember that either.”
Her face crinkled. “I… do remember something. I remember escaping here once… with a boy who called me—”
“Kit-Kat.”
Her eyes widened as she stared at me. “You… you were the boy!”
“Yes. I’m your brother. We’re here because our parents were illegally inventing things, and we share their blood. That’s why we were here then and here now.”
“But…” Mai looked about ready to cry. “I don’t know what I did wrong…”
“You were born.” I flopped back on the cold cement with a groan.
“That isn’t wrong! All life is a gift! We should treasure it!” Mai stood, her fists curled, and I snorted.
Yes, it was here in this cell where my esteem of life had been taken from me. As long as those I cared for were safe, I didn’t care about anyone else. “Some gift. It’s wasted on a lot of no-goods.” Like Remington.
“We are all created for a purpose! We just have to have faith that the Creator knows what he’s doing!”
I turned to face her, my eyes wide. Our mother had always said that! How did she remember it? “Who told you…”
“Someone in a dream I had told me it. Or, at least I think it was a dream. But it’s comforting, isn’t it? To know Someone’s in control and will help us.”
A dream. Of course she believed it was from a dream. Maybe the Creator our mother always talked about was also from a dream. He hadn’t done much to help me. I crossed my arms, returning to staring at the ceiling. “If this Creator gets us out of here alive and uninjured, then I suppose I will believe He’s in control. But if not, then I’ll know there’s no such Being in the universe.”
Silence fell, and I waited, half hoping my mother’s words would prove true. But nothing happened. Mai didn’t talk much, and nor did I as the time went on. After all, if we were just going to die, what was the point? I tried to comfort myself with memories of good times past, and a few times I fell back asleep, losing all concept of time.
It was when footsteps approached our cell that my heart skipped a beat. This was it. Our execution day had arrived.
Kay Adelin 