TURN ME ON, DEAD MAN
Chapter Nineteen Paul and Amy followed Angela back to the infirmary. While they were walking, Paul glanced up, wondering if they were watching them. He knew they could hear him but could they see him? He decided to risk it and poked Amy in the arm. "I wonder if she'll help us escape?" he mouthed to her when Amy looked his way. "Dunno," she mouthed back. "Can we trust her?" "Not sure but we have to take a risk at some point," Paul mouthed back. They stopped when Angela reached the door of her infirmary. She opened it and they went inside. Paul and Amy froze when they saw Mister Brown and Jones lying motionless on two gurneys by the x-ray scanner. "Are they asleep?" Paul asked Angela as he pointed to them. "No, they're dead. They've been executed." "What? Why?" Paul said in horror. "Disobeying orders. They had orders to kill you and when they brought you back alive, they were punished." Both Amy and Paul were flabbergasted, both at the murders and how nonchalant Angela was. "So if we're supposed to be dead, how come we're alive then?" Paul said. "Because obviously the masters see you as useful." "Then why kill them if we're useful," Amy said angrily. "Obviously, they did the right thing if this lot changed their minds." "But they still disobeyed their orders which is why they were put to death." "This place is a madhouse," Paul said, shaking his head. "How do you stay alive in this place when they have so many daft, illogical rules?" "You have to obey orders, dear. That's your biggest priority right now." Paul snorted softly. He looked at Amy and rolled his eyes when Angela turned away. "So now that you killed them, you need help disposing of the bodies, is that why we're here?" Paul said as they walked up to the gurneys. "I didn't kill em, dear. I just prepare the bodies for burial and no, I'm done with everything. There's nothing you need to do right now. Just have some tea and relax." "Again with offering us food and drink," he said to Amy. "What's that, love?" Angela said, looking over her shoulder. "We were just told that they have been slipping mind control drugs to people without their permission and I'm pretty sure one way they do it is putting the stuff in food. Since we had that meeting with Satan, we've been offered food and drink in our cell and now you're offering us tea. Is the tea laced with something?" Paul said. "I don't know what you mean," Angela said. "Has someone put a chemical in the tea so we'll start hallucinating or fall under their control or something like that," Paul said in exasperation. "No, not to my knowledge. I made that tea myself and I've been here all day. It's perfectly safe, I assure you, so go and have some." Paul glanced at Amy and they went and fixed themselves a couple of cups of tea. They carried the Styrofoam cups with them back to the gurney. "Here goes nothing," Paul said, pointing to the cup. "Beat me over the head if I suddenly act barmy." "Gee, don't you usually act barmy," Amy teased as he took a sip. "Not always," he said with a grin. "I have my moments of seriousness in the day...all two minutes of it." She chuckled as he winked at her. He took a sip while he stared at the bodies. "Poor bastards. I'm sure they were brainwashed as well and now they've paid for it with their lives. Past few days I've seen more death than I have in my entire life." He took another sip and looked over Mister Brown's body. He frowned and looked at Amy. "Not trying to be morbid but how did they die?" he said softly. "I don't see any bullet holes, his neck looks fine and his head's still there." Amy took a sip and bent over slightly to look at him. She didn't see any blood anywhere or any wounds of any kind. Nonplussed, she walked behind Paul and came up on his other side. She stared at his head and then she suddenly leaned forward and stared at his forehead. "Um...I think I see something," Amy said to Paul who leaned in beside her. She pointed to a tiny round mark in between his eyes the size of a pinprick. "What's that?" Paul said. "Dunno, looks like someone stabbed him there with something." "Angela, how did they die?" Paul said, leaning back up. "They penetrated their foreheads with a laser and fried their brains. "Laser?" Paul said. "What's a laser?" "Um," Amy said, straightening up, "it's like a concentrated beam of light. They use it for a lot of things but one of the things it can do is cut through things like a knife." "A light knife?" Paul said, raising his eyebrows. "Something like that. And you can make the beam very tiny which is why the wound is very small," Amy said, pointing to Brown's forehead. "They do that if the executions take place in here," Angela said. "Less of a mess to clean up." "Oh, but outside they have no problem spraying blood all over the fucking place," Paul said angrily. "Language, dear," Angela said. Paul rolled his eyes. "Yes, mum," he muttered while Amy giggled softly. "I don't want to swear and end up with a laser thingy through my forehead, that wouldn't be cricket, would it?" They walked away from the bodies and sat down in a couple of seats. "Well then, if we're not needed here, I s'pose we'll chat then," Paul said. "Where are you from? How long you been here?" "I'm from Sheffield. As for how long I've been here, not sure how long but it's been years," she replied. "So that's why you didn't know Paul?" Amy said. Angela frowned. "No, should I?" she said. Amy and Paul shared a glance. "What year were you taken?" Paul asked. "October 7th, 1960." "Ah, well, that's before we become well known," Paul said to Amy. "You're famous, love?" Angela said, looking back at him. "That's the understatement of the bloody year," Amy murmured while Paul snickered. "Yes, I am famous. I'm part of a rock and roll group called The Beatles," he said. "Oh, how nice," Angela said, smiling at him. "They didn't tell you that?" Paul asked. "They don't tell me much of anything, dear. And you'll find you'll have it easier around here if you don't ask too many questions." "And what about William," Paul said. "You have medical training. Are you the one who'll perform the plastic surgery?" "No, there are two doctors who do that. I assist them and you'll be doing the same now." "I have to assist someone who's making someone else look like me?" Paul said. "Yes, it's not that hard. They don't ask you to do too much, just pass them surgical implements." "No, no," Paul said, holding up his hands, "I'm saying I'm helping to create my own double." "Yes," Angela said. "And you don't find that odd?" Paul said. "You don't have a problem with them ruining this man's face so he becomes someone else?" She didn't reply but Paul and Amy saw the guilt on her face. Paul looked around and noticed a pad of paper and pencil on her desk. He walked over, took both and began to write something while Amy got up and followed him. Angela walked over and Paul gave her the pad of paper. She took it and read... HAVE YOU EVER TRIED TO ESCAPE? OBVIOUSLY, YOU OBJECT TO WHAT THEY'RE DOING TO WILLIAM. Angela held out her hand and he gave her the pencil. She wrote something and handed it back to him. NO, I HAVEN'T TRIED TO ESCAPE. I'VE SEEN WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE TRY IT. AND YES, I OBJECT TO WHAT THEY'RE DOING TO WILLIAM BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO HELP HIM. Paul and Amy read that. Paul leaned into Amy's ear. "Better keep a conversation going if we do this. If they hear too much silence they might get suspicious." Amy nodded and took the paper and pencil from him. "Why did they take you then?" Amy said while she wrote something. "What is their interest in ya?" "They needed medical staff. I was taken from Oxford University while I was reading to be a nurse. I was nearly finished and was about to graduate when they took me." "And that's why they took the plastic surgeons?" Paul said as Amy finished writing and handed the pad to Angela. "They just needed people who could perform all these surgeries?" "And take care of any injuries that came up," Angela said before looking at the paper. WE HAVE A FRIEND CALLED THE DOCTOR. HE CAN HELP. HE CAN RESCUE US AND STOP SATAN AND HIS FRIENDS. BUT WE HAVE TO GET A MESSAGE TO HIM SOMEHOW. IS THERE A WAY TO GET ONE TO HIM OR COMMUNICATE WITH HIM?" Paul leaned over, read what she had written and nodded in agreement with what she had written. Angela thought for a moment and began to write. She finished writing and gave the pad back to them. IT MIGHT BE POSSIBLE BUT IT WOULD BE RISKY. IF WE'RE CAUGHT, WE'LL BE KILLED. Paul glanced at Amy. He wrote something and handed the pad back to Angela when he was done. YOU'VE BEEN HERE FOR NEARLY 6 YEARS. YOU REALLY WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN CAPTIVITY? I'D RATHER RISK IT AND DIE THAN GROW OLD IN THIS PLACE. ISN'T THE CHANCE OF FREEDOM, HOWEVER SLIM, WORTH THE RISK? Paul handed it back to Angela. She read it and to their relief, nodded. "So are you in?" Paul mouthed to her. "Will you escape with us?" Angela thought for a moment and nodded. She wrote something down and handed it to them. THERE IS A ROOM WHERE THEY CAN COMMUNICATE WITH THEIR AGENTS. I KNOW WHERE IT IS BUT THE PROBLEM IS IT'S HEAVILY GUARDED AND WE'LL BE WATCHED OUTSIDE THIS ROOM. WE'LL HAVE TO WAIT FOR AN OPPORTUNITY BUT YOU'RE RIGHT. I'D RATHER DIE THAN BE HERE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. Paul and Amy read it and smiled. Paul wrote something and handed it back to her. WE'LL FIND A WAY. ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS WAIT FOR AN OPPORTUNITY TO PRESENT ITSELF. WE JUST HAVE TO BE PATIENT.
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