Flight of the Blue Jay Part Ten: A Blast from the Past

The week dragged on, Sammy never leaving out of his sight. Even he was getting on my frayed nerves, the voice of the Red Devil running through my head. His composure was unsettling, my mind knowing that every word he uttered was truthful and most importantly disturbing. Mastermind refused to let me see my ex husband, the raw anxiety of him being near me eating me alive. Out of an ancient habit, I nibbled on my nails for the first time in years. Leaping out of bed, my trembling fingers threw on my black suit, my nimble fingers messing with the tie around my neck. Glancing into the hall, no one was around. My black boots clicked down the hall to the holding cell that my ex was sitting in. His steely eyes met mine, chills running up my spine. A touch on my shoulder jerked me out of my trance, Mastermind glaring down at me.

“You need to listen better!” He snapped icily, rubbing his forehead. “However, he refuses to speak to anybody but you. He is hiding something, and I don’t know what it is. Are you up to chatting with him?” Shaking my head no, he shoved me through the door. Chains clanked as he looked into my eyes, a sly grin dancing across my face.

“My blue jay!” He exclaimed with sick pleasure at the sight of me recoiling. “I know why they wanted me, my darling. Would you like to hear all about it? There is one condition though, I no longer need to stay in a cage.” Fury boiled in my veins at the sound of his words, the audacity of him even suggesting that. Cold sweat dripped off of my cocked brow, my fists clenching to the point of blood dripping onto the floor.

“That is not permissible.” I blurted out, my nerves fraying by the second. “You would just k-” His raised hand stopped me, his head shaking. Clearing his throat, he messed with the chains holding him down.

“I was only doing that to ruin your life per Mastermind’s orders.” He said solemnly, jingling his chain around. “If you don’t believe me, ask him yourself.” My head turned to a guilt ridden Mastermind, his thumbs twiddling away nervously.

“I told him to make you forget what we did, not commit a bunch of murders.” He explained anxiously, gauging my reaction. “That is why he can never leave his cage.” Panic widened my eyes, the chains snapping at his feet. Green acid shot in my direction, the metal door melting away. His arms wrapped around my waist, a shrill alarm ringing in my ears. Soldiers burst in the room, my ex placing a homemade blade against my throat.

“I want you to run away with me and live with me in the deepest farthest place.” He growled pleasurably in my ears, his free hand tracing my cheek. “Let me be your one and only again.” Surprise dawned in his eyes, his blade now quivering in my hand. Spinning around, my hand aimed for his heart. Sammy grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks.

“You are no better than him if you kill him.” He whispered in my ear, taking the blade from my hand. “I don’t want you to ever go down that path. I always tell this to victims, killing him won’t satisfy you.” My arms lowered to my side, Raoul or Ben, honestly I still didn’t know was shivering on the floor. Tilting my head, the odd thought of him looking like a deer in headlights stopping my raw anger that was boiling within me.

“I am sorry.” I wept uncontrollably, all of the past trauma hitting me at once. For years, those memories were buried deep within me. My heart sank into my stomach, the guards dragging him down the hall. A black folder landed into my hands, a familiar address flashing in my direction. My breath hitched at the picture of my home with him, daggers shooting from my eyes in Mastermind’s direction.

“I will take her right away.” Sammy began, Mastermind shaking his head. “My assistant, Agent S will be joining her since I don’t trust her right now. Keeping you here will bring her back.” A snarl curled on my lips, the papers flying around his face as I threw them in his face. Agent S dragged me out of the room, a jolt of electricity shooting through my body. The world spun around me, blackness engulfing me.

Nausea wracked my body, the trees flashing by the window, a black gloved hand feeling my forehead. Agent S’s dark eyes gazed down on me warmly, her painted lips smiling sweetly in my direction. Her short black hair shimmered in the yellow moonlight, a bottle of ginger ale sitting in her palm.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” She apologized weakly, rolling her eyes. “Mastermind can be so insensitive sometimes. The nausea will wear off in a few moments. Drink this.” Snatching the drink from her hands, I tossed it out the window. A sly grin curled on her lips, a soft chuckle tumbling from her lips.

“I don’t trust any of you at all!” I snapped irked, waving my hands around. “You keep doing shady shit, and I can’t stand it. This all just makes me want to scream. If you want me to trust me, then tell me why they wanted my ex. I need to know.” Sighing deeply, she reached into the back of her black pickup truck. Another black file was tossed my way, the cold sweat on my palm soaking the corner. Flipping it open, horror paralyzed my body, it was all here. They needed him to create a system to initialize a worldwide group, the disastrous results would destroy the world as we know it.

“Now do you understand?” She queried with exhaustion, rubbing the back of her neck. “If their plan works, then more people will die than you would ever know. They would use his system to throw the world into World War Three so that they can rescue the world from them.” Saying nothing, my old home loomed in front of me. Old feelings of anxiety and fear crept in like a parasite, a soft feminine touch melting my nerves.

“I am sorry.” I muttered again for the second time today, shame dimming my eyes. “It is like my muscles don’t want to go in.” Shaking her head, the door burst open as she slammed her foot into it. Dust blew around aimlessly, causing both of us to cough. Swinging her hand around, her kind eyes turned to me.

“We don’t have long before the other side shows up. Where did he spend a lot of time?” She questioned urgently, my finger pointing to the basement. The old wooden floors creaked as we sprinted to the locked basement door, her slender hand placing a blue device on the door. A couple of clicks later, the door swung open. White light flooded the large concrete hell, a mini lab appearing in front of me. Neat files sat on the shelf, beakers covered in a layer of dust. Voices hollered above us, Agent S tossing me a lockable briefcase. Raising two blades, a dozen white masked men rushed down the stairs. Paper cut me as I shoved all of his files into the briefcase. A few rocks crushed underneath my feet, Agent S stumbling into a metal table.

“I am afraid I am an office girl.” She wheezed, coughing up blood. “I apologize for my lack of abilities at the moment.” Nodding, the small rocks flew from my fingers. Men dropped to the ground in a deep slumber, my father told me about that trip a long time ago. Scooping up her blades, electricity jolted my body as the blade aligned with me. Three men ran at me, machetes slashing the air. Sparks snowed around us, our blades clashing violently. A sneer curled on my lips, my foot knocking all of their weapons out of their hands. Metal cracked skulls, the metal briefcase slamming into the back of their heads. Groaning, my trembling hands picked up my new friend. She limped out next to me, my eyes taking one last look at my home. The crude smell of gasoline burned my nose, my fingers pulling the lighter from her pocket. Orange flames flickered, the metal crashing to the floor. Hot air rushed around me, a trail of flames lighting up. My muscles screamed as I flung her over my shoulder. My skin grew clammy, a flaming man sprinting at us. Summoning all of my strength, my feet pounded to the car. The keys in her hand clicked, the truck unlocking. Tossing me her keys, she laid in the back holding a white t-shirt to her stomach. Blood oozed from the wound, the blades clanging into the seat next to me. The engine roared to life, the tires squealing down the long dirt road. A fire raged in the rear view mirror, headlights popping up behind us.

“Um, the ride is going to be a bit bumpy. So hang on tight.” I warned, concern rich in my voice. Stepping down on the pedal, the tires peeled onto the cracked pavement. Cars honked in my direction, the truck swerving into their lane slightly. The headlights were attached to the multiple crossover vehicles, hungry for revenge and the files bouncing around in the seat next to me. She looked like hell, the redness of her blood blending in with her lipstick.

“Take a left up here and turn off your headlights.” She ordered firmly, coughing up more blood. “They shouldn’t follow you.” Listening to her closely, the brakes screamed as I turned into a hidden space in the woods. Darkness bathed us, the cars zooming by. Relief washed over me, a knock on the window making me jump out of my damn skin.

“Come with us.” Mastermind ordered warmly, scooping Agent S from the backseat. “Thank you for taking care of my wife, but we need to get her help. Come along.” Silently, I followed him to a black van. Urgency burned in his eyes, as the white haired girl from before was working on her. Two men that I didn’t know were zooming down the road, tears streaming down Mastermind’s face.

“It will be okay.” I promised weakly, taking his hands. “I just know it, sir.” His arms wrapped around my shoulders, just like the kind of hug your father would give. Tears soaked my jacket, his head pressing into my shoulder.

“I am your father.” He blurted out, looking up at me. “I didn’t want to tell you at all, but I was too dangerous to be around at the time. I am sorry.” Shaking my head, my hand patted his silky hair.

“I don’t care.” I whispered in his ears, a sad smile growing on his face. “I kind of figured that out a long time ago, and she is my mother. The past is the past. Let’s just work on the future, okay” He sat back, both of us silent for the rest of the ride.