Meant to Be (The Saving Angels 1)

The next time I opened my eyes there was a considerable amount of activity going on throughout the lab. Several of the people I had seen the last few days were huddled around one of the television monitors.

“Look at him. His strength it is out of this world.” One of them commented. “Mr. Russo was right, her pain makes him stronger. It’s a good thing that door is steel plated. It’s too bad he’s missing this. Where did you say he disappeared to, Amanda?”

“I didn’t, it’s no concern of yours what he chooses to do with his time,” Amanda said in a brittle voice.

I tried shifting to better hear their conversation, hoping that no one would notice and reattach my restraints.

Luckily, no one even looked my way. I was apparently nothing but a lab rat; something insignificant to experiment on and then dispose of. I knew that would come sooner than later.

I started to close my eyes again, but then I finally remembered a previous idea I had forgotten; Mr. Russo’s ability to read my thoughts. Could Mark and I do the same with each other?

I gnawed on this new bit of information. If telepathy was a possibility could I reach Mark and try help save him at least?

I felt it was at least worth a shot.

I closed my eyes to concentrate, fighting the urge to drift off to sleep, which is what my battered and weakened body now craved.

Now was the time to be strong. Concentrate, I chanted to myself.

Mark, I thought. I know this is crazy, but answer me if you hear this.

I tried again, Mark, please answer me if you can hear this. I repeated it over and over again, to no avail. I didn’t want to give up, but the many hours of being separated from him had just taken too great a toll on me. I’ve never experienced the ache that I was feeling now. As I worked to keep my mind focused, I could hear footsteps approaching the table.

Amanda stood over me, attaching more sensors for yet another round of torture.

I had no strength left to protest, instead only to lie and accept my fate. Strangely though, I felt nothing but soft vibrations. Was this the end? Maybe I was too far gone to even feel the pain anymore.

My thoughts began to dissipate and I slowly drifted off.

This time Mark was already waiting on the beach for me. My heart sped up as I spotted him. I struggled toward him, but the lethargic feeling had followed me into the dream. I reached the still invisible wall that separated us to see Mark looking at me in horror. He raised his hand as if to touch my face.

I watched as his concern was replaced with anger. His fist clenched and struck the wall sending invisible ripples vibrating up from the ground.

I stepped closer and placed my hand on the barrier to comfort him. His frustration was evident by his heavy chested breathing. He placed his hand to mine on the barrier and looked into my eyes.

Not knowing how much time we would have together, I tried to tell Mark everything that had happened; the truth about his dad, about our parent’s death, the others, and about ‘Guides’ and ‘Protectors.’ It was a lot of information to take in.

“Plus, I think it’s possible for us to read each other’s minds,” I said, finally winding down from my longwinded speech.

“Why do you think that?” he asked.

“Because your dad was able to read mine, I just don’t know how he did it yet.”

“I think the key is to open our minds…” my voice trailed off as the wall separating us evaporated.

“How did you do that?” Mark asked in amazement.

“I told you, I think that we are all connected through our minds. I haven’t pieced it all together, but I am slowly beginning to figure all kinds of things out.”

I looked at our hands that were now touching.

Our fingers were intertwined and I relished the familiar heat of his touch. I reached up and softly stroked his face as he kissed the middle of my palm. In the next instant I was pulled strongly into his arms. The ache that had followed me into the dream loosened, just by the touch of his embrace. I sighed as he put his hands on my waist and pulled me close for a heartbreaking kiss. I clung to his shoulders, molding my lips firmly to his; I could feel his warmth spreading throughout my body. I moved my hands up to his head greedily taking what he was offering. The ache eased and as I pulled away, I could feel the air feeding my hungry lungs.

His soothing touch gave me instant relief, at least here in the dream.

Mark pulled me down to sit on the sand with him. He tugged on my hand and settled me between his jean clad legs, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me tightly against his hard chest. I rested back against him as he took one of my hands into his.

“I have missed you so much,” he said. “It’s been impossible to control my rage, plus they’ve told me nothing.”