And the Saga Continues

The hum and buzz outside the window made me pause as I was ripped back to that time in the attic. I thought for sure that I would be taken and never see Davin again. My memory is not the best when it comes to recalling all the events, in fact most of it is blank. But the sound of the Machines will forever be locked into my memory.

I also remember the fear and panic that seized my body. I thought that this was the end. Davin and I would forever be separated. Our lives torn apart once again. If I was to be captured my memories would be terminated and nothing, would be able to bring them back. Davin would no longer exist to me. The baby would have never been given life.

My gaze went down to our sleeping infant. She was so peaceful and innocent. It is my hope that she never know the Machines. It is my hope that she will never know the horror and pain that they cause. It is my hope that she will never know where her mother and father came from. It is my hope that we, I, can protect her with every fiber of my being, even my life if it comes to that.

So far we have been successful. No one knew that she even existed. She was our secret, our precious gift. Life now seemed almost, normal. We had put down roots in this small out of the way town. We were just another young couple with a small infant. He was a plumber and I was a school teacher. We were just a normal couple. No one thought anything different, there wasn't any reason too.

But in the back of my mind, I wondered how long this would last? How long would we be able to live in peace, away from their grasp and control? How long would Davin and I be able to love each other?

The ringing phone caused the baby to stir. I raced over to pick it up. I was ready to quietly say 'hello' but stopped short. Davin had already picked it up. He must have came home for lunch.

I did not recognize the voice on the other end but I figured it was just a client. Davin sometimes, although very rare because we really liked no depended on our privacy, gave out our personal phone number. I pulled the phone away from my ear to hang it up when the conversation registered in my brain.

"I know the baby has been born," the voice hissed.

My hear began to race as I looked down at our sleeping daughter. She was so peaceful and safe swaddled in her pink blanket. I could feel the panic rise in my chest. My hand began to shake the I feared I would drop the receiver. The voice continued as I listened.

"You promised to hand her over as she was born. Jen was never suppose to know that the baby was alive. We let you escape. We let you love. We kept up our end of the deal, even more. We let you live. Now it is your turn. The baby. It is ours." The voice demanded with an almost snake like tongue.

"I understand." I heard Davin say. My hand was shaking so badly that I dropped the receiver. It hit the wooden floor with a loud clunk that seemed to echo through the room.

I was frozen. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Davin had just given our baby to someone. No, not someone, the Machines. They had found us. Our time of peace was over. They knew. And worst of all they knew because Davin had told them. Davin.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and I knew that Davin would come through the door at any second. I tore the sleeping baby out of her cradle and held her tightly to my chest. I grabbed the gun that Davin kept hidden under the cradle. I had no idea what I was going to do with the gun. I knew that I would not be able to kill Davin but I could not let him or the Machine's take my baby.

I had no plan. I didn't know what my next move was but I held my ground as Davin bounded into the room and stopped short. His eyes met mine and questioned me as they were followed my out stretched arm to the gun.

He placed his hands in the air as I aimed the barrel at his chest. "Jen, What is going on?" He asked with a nervous laugh. His voice, nor his eyes, give anything away. It was like the whole phone call had not happened.

This post was part of Writer's Workshop hosted by Mama Kat.
This is fiction. Sometimes, I like to write stories.
See, I dream about these stories and I decided to write them down and see what happens.