Repercussions (6/55)
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Chapter Six: Fear
“What is that?” I ask the Doctor in horror not wanting to believe my eyes.
“It’s a conversion table. Oh, no, Rose. They must have run out of time, started converting whole people instead of just putting their brains in a cyber suit, just to get more soldiers out there.” The Doctor looks sick.
My eyes widen in terror. “My dad?”
“Pete!” Mum screams. “Pete!”
The faint echo of Mum’s name vibrates through the warehouse and she is off, running faster than I thought she knew how to do. We follow her. I try to prepare myself for what I might see, what state of conversion it is possible my father is in, hoping for the best if he can still speak in his own voice, but fearing the worst.
I don’t want to believe even for a second that he might be too far gone.
The tables are everywhere, and the occupants on them look dead. I tell myself that It is possible that they are only sleeping or in some form of coma so they didn’t feel pain during the process. The lie is hollow, does nothing to soothe my fears.
The power must have failed somewhere along the line for I don’t see any signs that the machines are still on supporting life. I send up a silent prayer that my father will be okay.
“Noooooo!” I hear my mother scream. I hope I never hear a sound like that again in my life. No daughter should ever hear their mother make a noise like that.
I hasten my pace darting in front of the Doctor and reaching my parents first. I look at what my mother sees and wish I hadn’t. “Daddy!” I wail falling to my knees.
“Pete!” Mum screams. “Pete!”
The faint echo of Mum’s name vibrates through the warehouse and she is off, running faster than I thought she knew how to do. We follow her. I try to prepare myself for what I might see, what state of conversion it is possible my father is in, hoping for the best if he can still speak in his own voice, but fearing the worst.
I don’t want to believe even for a second that he might be too far gone.
The tables are everywhere, and the occupants on them look dead. I tell myself that It is possible that they are only sleeping or in some form of coma so they didn’t feel pain during the process. The lie is hollow, does nothing to soothe my fears.
The power must have failed somewhere along the line for I don’t see any signs that the machines are still on supporting life. I send up a silent prayer that my father will be okay.
“Noooooo!” I hear my mother scream. I hope I never hear a sound like that again in my life. No daughter should ever hear their mother make a noise like that.
I hasten my pace darting in front of the Doctor and reaching my parents first. I look at what my mother sees and wish I hadn’t. “Daddy!” I wail falling to my knees.
