Gifted Connections: Book 2(117)

She was slightly taller than me, but more curvaceous. She had long dark hair and large dark eyes. She had a great complexion and beautiful olive skin. She wasn’t classically beautiful, but someone that would still turn heads. She hadn’t spoken much, and I could tell she was just being respectful of our solemn dispositions.

“Sierra helped me.” Micah smiled in adoration at her, and I could tell he had a crush on her. “I could only take one person with me, but with her, I could bring you all.”

Sierra blushed a pretty shade of red. “My name is Sierra. I’m nineteen years old,” she said hesitantly as she eyed us skeptically. “My parents passed away when I was young, so I lived with my Grandmother. She—" She struggled with her next words. “She died last year. I was a student in New Jersey. A few months ago, I was slipped a drug when I was out drinking with some friends. I woke up in this facility that was run by…” she paused, shuddering, “…that monster. When I was given the drugs, at first they worked, but as each day passed I became more aware of my surroundings. I’m pretty sure my gift level is too high. I wasn’t supposed to be there tonight. One of the other girls started having complications with her pregnancy, so they pulled her at the last second.”

“So, you’re aware of the gifted community. What is your gift? Are you—" Troy started asking. We can see the discomfort on his face as he tried to delicately ask if she was pregnant, his gaze on her flat stomach.

“I am gifted. My Grandmother was gifted. My Dad, her son, had not been and, no” she stated emphatically. “Thank the Lord, no! They were actually getting pretty frustrated about that. They,” she shuddered. “…tried numerous times, but it wasn’t working. I am like a…catalyst. I can make any gifted person stronger than they already are,” she almost said smugly. The more she talked the more fire I saw in her spirit. She was a strong girl. “Although,” she pointed a fork at Troy and I with a shrewd look, “I don’t think you two need any help in that area.”

“Those other girls, some of them were pregnant, were they there willingly?” Troy asked as he fed me some of his biscuits and gravy.

Once again, I grudgingly took a bite. He was concerned about me. His constant looks told me as much.

“Oh yeah,” Sierra rolled her eyes. “There were a lot of us that weren’t there by choice, but then these two bitches came in and they started acting like everything was great. That we were honored to bring strong, gifted children into the world. Some of those girls ate that stuff up. They forgot that they were brought there against their will. All the ‘test subjects’ were there against their wills. We were like damn science experiments.

“They became…complacent. They became…brainwashed. It was like they became different girls. They got their implants taken out. I guess they were running low on the implants. The guy who created them was taken. Was it you guys who took him? ”

“But you didn’t buy it?” Rachel almost sounded impressed by her as she nodded assent at her question.

“No,” she rolled her eyes. “Have you ever seen the movie Mean Girls? Think Regina George. This bitch was Regina. With her pretty blond hair and blue eyes.”

I gasped as I looked over at Troy. I knew we were thinking the same thing. “Do you remember her name?” I asked quietly.

“Bridgette and her little side kick Tamara,” Sierra snorted. “They were inseparable until the Monster decided to make them join his sick little experiments. He put them through the same procedures we went through. Bridgette, the Monster’s daughter, seemed reticent at first, but that girl has some major Daddy issues. Eventually, she was proud to do whatever Daddy wanted her to do. Tamara got knocked off her high horse really quick. She was terrified. Her daddy was livid, but that didn’t stop the Monster.”

I had to stop myself from getting physically sick. His black heart had known no bounds. What monster would put his own child through that, without her consent? I almost felt smug, almost. Zach Young had picked the wrong side, and I’m sure they were all regretting their decisions now.

Rachel, Troy, and I exchanged glances. “Can you tell us anything more about the facility you were held in?”

She frowned. “I wish I could remember its location. They gave me additional drugs before we were transported. There are a lot of people in there that need help. He has girls like me that he wants to impregnate. Then he’s bringing people in and injecting them with a serum. He’s trying to make gifted people. He thinks he’s God. Most of these people are dying less than twenty-four hours after their injection. The others,” she shuddered. “They might as well be dead.”

I looked over at Rachel and she nodded. Everything Sierra said was the truth.



We finally got the call around midnight. We rushed to our rendezvous point after leaving a generous tip to our waitress.

Micah looked around us as we walked to the darkened side of the diner. We all held on to him, and soon we transported once more. I had to blink to let my eyes adjust. We were standing in the middle of a field. Lights from the waiting airplane, nearly blinded me.

Will had found a small airport in a town called Marine City that had a little airstrip. It had taken a while to reach the owner, but he had gladly allowed us the use of it, once he found out the amount of money Will would pay him.