The Road to Round Mountain: The Betrayal by (7 page)

As Wendy stepped in the elevator, she was unaware that  her conversation had been compromised. Jennifer Harrison  stepped around the fake evergreen bush just to the left of the  elevator. The bush hid a small alcove that consisted of one

chair, an end table, and of course the fake evergreen. This had  been Jennifer’s favorite spot to take her break and hide from  the masses. Jennifer stood by the elevator for a moment. The  smile she wore coming down here faded quickly.

Frank had just finished with his numerous phone calls.  Don had just finished hacking into the Hospitals database.  “Say Frank, why do you think Wendy likes me, and not you”,  he asked sarcastically? Frank turned to give Don his patented death stare. Don quickly tried to hide himself from  Frank using the computer monitor. “If Wendy likes you, she  will use you, trust me.

What did you find out about the late Dr. Bangor”?  Don’s attention focused on the computer screen again.  “Looks like the Doctor’s wife of 30 years died 6 months  ago, lung cancer, and he has been seeing a therapist for the  past 5 months. 2 months ago during his annual checkup  he was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s”. “Was he  on any medication”, Frank replied? Don scrolled down the

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screen, “Bingo, Zoloft”. Frank actually had a bit of a grin,  upon hearing that news. “I seem to have heard that Zoloft,  has some side effects. One of which is”? As if on cue, Don  answered, “suicidal tendencies”.

Frank actually smiled, if only for a second. “You know  that now this can be ruled a suicide and our patient will be  in the clear, and how in the hell did you get that information  so fast, I’m still waiting to get a call back from our analyst’s  at Quantico”? “They may be good at what they do, but I’m  better, that’s why they teamed me up with you on this”, Don  replied with renewed confidence.

Frank sighed in disgust; he hated anyone tooting their  own horn, unless it was him. “Are we going to be able to get  any audio from his room”? Don tapped away on his keyboard  before looking up. “Won’t be necessary, since I tapped into  the Hospitals database, I also have control of their video, and  so I can bring up any camera you desire”. Frank nodded as if  impressed, “remind me not to piss you off”. Don smiled and  returned to his keyboard.

After Jennifer’s departure I resumed my attempts with  the TV. I couldn’t seem to quit smiling. Trying to regain my  focus, I stared at the TV.
 
TV off,
 
it went off on the first try,

TV on
, it blinked back on, this was getting easy. Nothing else in the room was plugged in to experiment on, except for the room lights. It was worth a try, focusing on the overhead lights,
 
Lights off,
 
instant darkness, cool.
 
Lights on
, and they did. I felt like a kid in a candy store, wanting to try a little bit of everything.

Wish I had the remote though; I really wasn’t in the mood for news. I thought about that for a moment, and came

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to the conclusion that I don’t need a remote. This may take a  bit of doing but if it meant I didn’t have to watch the news,  it would be worth the effort. By not having cable or satellite  at our house, I had most of the local channels committed to  memory. Okay this news is channel 2, and this time of day I  would normally watch Criminal Minds on channel 22. I set  my focus on the TV, and not the news, to see if this would  work.
 
TV channel 22
, nothing, let’s try another approach,
 
TV

turn to channel 22
, nothing again. Trying to focus and remembering to use anger as a focus point, I tried again.
 
TV turn to  channel 22 now!
 
There we go; Agent Morgan is playing his  way for information from Penelope Garcia, the BAU’s Tech  analyst. I’m not sure what sexual tension is, but this could be  related. Their playful banter is always entertaining.

This is much better, cheeseburgers for lunch with Danny,  met a pretty young Nurse named Jennifer, and now Criminal  Minds. The only thing missing from the equation was my  Grand theft auto game.

This new bit of abilities that I have is as scary as it is  exciting. I don’t know how long it will last, but I just have  to remember to keep these gloves on at all times, so not to  shock someone or even worse, fry them beyond recognition.  I started wondering why the Government was interested, not  so much in me as a person, but what they thought I would  help them achieve. My biggest accomplishment to date was  passing the written test for my drivers’ permit, so I didn’t  exactly set the bar very high.

It’s confusing enough being seventeen and it’s like I can  feel my emotions running hot and cold, with all that has  happened. I was feeling good about meeting Jennifer, great

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actually, and then my thoughts would wander to my parents.  Making the TV do what I want was cool, felt good about  that, then I would think about being stuck in the old housing addition at the even older Coast Guard base for the next  six weeks. Let’s face it, I’m riding a rollercoaster of emotions,  with Mr. Bi-polar at the switch.

My headache was returning with a vengeance, the throbbing was starting to get painful. I would call for a nurse, but  this bed has nothing hooked up to it. Time to revert to the  old standards, I hollered “nurse, nurse, I need something for  my headache, hello, anybody home”? Two nurses popped  their heads through the door, one of them saying, “We’re not  supposed to be in here, but we heard you holler, what is it you  need”? Before I could answer, Nurse Mattie came storming  through the door. “I’ve got this ladies, thanks so much”.

Nurse Mattie approached my bed as she was putting on  her gloves. “Mercy that was quite loud Billy Speer, so you  need something for a headache”? “It’s not head exploding  level yet, but yeah something would be great”. She made her  way over to the sink and opened the over- head cabinets and  brought down a bottle of something. Taking the cap off of  it, as she came back over to my bed, “hold your hand out”. I  did as instructed, and received to pills, capsules actually. “So  what are these”? “Hospital issue ibuprofen, 800 milligrams,  so it should help for a while”. I looked around for some water  or something, and as if she could read my mind, she pulled  a can of Dr. Pepper out of her smock pocket……my hero.

Nurse Mattie smiled as she watched me pop down  the pills, with the assistance of Dr. Pepper. Her smile widened as she was listening to Criminal Minds playing in the

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background. Turning towards the TV, it looked as if she was  pleased or proud, I’m not sure which, but she was definitely  happy with my little achievement.

“Criminal Minds huh, checking up on us FBI folk”, she  said sarcastically. “It’s my favorite show, because it has a lot  of gore”. “Fair enough….., when you got the TV to come on,  was it on this channel”? “No, it was on the news, I hate the  news”. She stared at me for a moment with a bit of a grin.  “So, you like TV gore, but not real gore”. Real gore was my  parents being burned to death after the lightning struck the  tree, and then fell on the house, so I guess I would not be a  fan of real gore.

Nurse Mattie could tell by the look on my face that my  mind was elsewhere. “I’m sorry, but after you said that, I  started thinking about my parents”. She came closer to the  bed,” no Billy I’m sorry, that just slipped out”. I raised my  head to meet her eyes, “So what happened with my parents”? Nurse Mattie just looked into my eyes for a moment and said, “They’re going to have to be cremated Billy,  and I’ll be in touch with the funeral parlor for details and  time of the service”. Upon hearing that it now seemed official that I’ll never see my parents again. Even though I  knew they were dead, it didn’t seem real until she told me  that…………damn.

My head was actually starting to feel better, even after only a few moments of silence. I could tell she didn’t want to push the issue. “I understand my light show in the ER made You Tube, is that right”? Nurse Mattie gave me a sur-prised look, “That is correct, how did you find out about it”?  “Sheriff Pasco told me that his son saw it and told him about

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it, then I guess he watched it too”. “I see, well I actually do  want you to watch it, but the problem is that I just can’t bring  my phone in for you to see it, you understand”. Boy did I  ever, “but the TV’s on and not crackling or smoking or anything”. She gave me a little look, and then glanced over at the  TV. “That TV is about what, 10-12 feet away from you”? I  nodded my head in agreement. She started to leave the room  but looked back at me, “I’ll be right back Billy Speer”.

Nurse Mattie was gone less than a minute coming back  into my room carrying a laptop, but making sure she followed the wall farthest away from me. She grabbed the mobile tray for my bed and put it directly underneath where the  TV was mounted on the wall. She started typing something  on the keyboard. Finished with that task she came back over  to my bed. “Can you see the screen well enough”? I gave her  a nod of approval. “Just give it a second to load, and try to  keep your emotions in check, this is not a video that I would  recommend for casual viewing”.

The video was kind of hard to follow, whoever was taking this was shaking the phone or camera. It started out with  the emt people them wheeling me into the ER. My eyes felt  huge, as if they would pop out of my head. The electricity  that was coming out of my hands, feet, every part of my body,  was chasing all of the medical staff running for cover. I guess  the one nurse that tried to take my pulse, was the one, which  burned her hand, although it didn’t look anywhere near as  bad as Dr. Bangor made it out to be. The nurse touched my  wrist for maybe a Nanosecond before pulling her hand away.  Others were trying to cover me with some sort of sheet or  blanket, but it started smoking and they had to pull it off.

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With all this commotion going on the bolts of electricity continued to flow out of me. I was reminded of the elec-

tricity going through the Frankenstein monster, except what  was coming out of me was ten times worse, if not more. The  video stopped and I looked over at Nurse Mattie. “Pay close  attention to what happens next”.

Nurse Mattie hit the play button again, and I was confuse  as to what I saw. After being hit by lightning, I thought I was  out for two days, unconscious like a vegetable, but there I was  thrashing about the table in the ER like a fish out of water, I  don’t get it. But then with her gloved hand, she gently tapped  on my shoulder, “look”. What happened next was bizarre to  say the least. There was one nurse trying to keep my left arm  down by my side by wrapping her hand in a towel of some  sort. An orderly tried to do the same with my right arm, but  my arm came up away from my body, and the orderly went  flying across the room, landing on some equipment that I’m  sure would no longer be in good working order.

Nurse Mattie stopped the video again, “did you see that”?  “Yeah, that guy went flying across the room”. “Well yes, but  he had some help”. She re-winded the video just a bit, and  hit play again, only this time at a slower speed. Here comes  the orderly getting ready to hold my right arm down, and  then, holy crap, I thought that some electricity had shot him  across the room, but there was none. It looked like I swooped  my arm in a fashion as if to say get away from me, and then  he went flying across the room, except I didn’t touch him,  honest to god I didn’t touch him.

Nurse Mattie stopped the tape, which was fine because  I don’t think I could stomach much more of it. “I can tell

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by the expression on your face that you saw what I did”.  Still in a state of disbelief all I could do was nod, great now  I’m a bobble head. “You see Billy Speer, the electricity flying around the room is not what sent him flying, and you  in an unconscious state did that”. “Your unconscious mind

knew that you were being restrained, and your mind went  into self-defense mode”. I couldn’t understand how it happened, but the video don’t lie. “So I really did this without  thinking about it”? “Not exactly, you see even when you sleep  your mind is still in charge, as it shows here on the video”.  Interpreter please, I knew what she was saying, but the translation filtered back through in a foreign language. “I’m really  confused, you mean if I was asleep behind the wheel of a car  my mind would tell me what to do to drive it”. “No, what  I mean is your body will and can defend itself, sometimes  without you being aware of it”.

She thought she was explaining this well, and she probably was and for whatever reason, I wasn’t getting it. She  stared at the screen of the laptop for a moment, then looked  back in my direction. “Out of all the people we have seen,  worked with, or help treated when they were hit by lightning, all had the same type of energy going through their  body just like you do but….no one has ever been able to  move things and or people with their mind, after being hit”

She trailed off for a moment. “Look, what you are doing  did not come from being hit by lightning, which is an impossibility. This is something you were born with, and more  than likely you didn’t know it”. Great, now some sleeping  giant from within has decided greet the masses with pain  and destruction. I don’t see how I already had this, power,

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ability, or whatever it is. All I know is my mind is cluttered  with confusion. I thought about this for a moment and was  not quite sure what I was going to ask her. We stared at each  other for a moment as if we were reading each other’s mind,  but that’s another problem I could do without.