All Chapters of Daughter Of Phoenix: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

We didn't utter a word, just remained looking at each other. "I'll give you two some privacy. Alexis," In my peripheral vision I could see his body turning fully to mine yet I couldn't seem to tear my eyes off Isaiah to fully concentrate on him. "Your vitals look good. And we've deliberated you're ready. They'll call you soon, any moment from now. Just don't fall asleep, we need you fully alert. And Alexis, good luck. I'll be in there with you." With that he took his abrupt leaving, gently closing the door shut. It must have escaped my mind when Isaiah even came in. What these agents were capable of doing, shocked me. Again we remained staring at each other. Secretly I was hoping he didn't yet know the outcome and what I had to do, it would break me seeing him broken. "I should have known they'd pull something like this. I should have protected you, Alexis. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry." Quickly,

Despite, Isaiah's strong arms, cautiously wrapped around me, I was opportunistic that I could make it to the Box without my need for assistance. "I've got it, Isaiah. You don't need to hover." Warily, he took one step away from me, nodding seemingly respecting my decision to walk on my own. One painful step that felt as if shards of glass were digging into my ankle and spreading their pain throughout my entire body. Another step doubled the effect. But I managed to swallowed it down as best as I could. Third step. It was all too much, the pain magnified to light-headiness and I felt myself losing my balance, slowly expecting to make contact with the ground. But before I could Isaiah was by my side in a second, securing his arms around my waist, propping me upright. "Easy, Alexis." With his aid that I needed but didn't want, we made progress, advancing with small steps towards the

I didn't want to sleep, I couldn't even if I tried but it didn't help that my body felt as though thousands of bricks were buried on top of me. I had a small sample of it, so I knew exactly what the feeling would be like. But this one was a lot worst. "Mrs Velt requested your council, Alexis. She's holding a meeting with agents and she wants you to be there." "Me? But, I'm not an agent. Why would she request for me? If she needed to see me so much why didn't she just see me herself?" "It's of delicate issues. She's banding together her skilled agents to know what to do about our threat, the OA. She's needs your presence because you're the one they're after. Also you had to give detailed accounts of what happened to Veronica, Jordon and Elijah." "Why me?" The thought of having to go through what happened to Elijah especially and in front of people, I just didn't know if I had it in me. 

"We escaped. Then Adrian came into the picture, providing us with the aid we knew would be hard to get, despite knowing the risks we thought it would be best to bring him too. My stupidity almost costs us, everything. Deciding it would be best to complete the task alone, taking it upon myself I snuck out and subsequently landed myself in trouble, if I didn't have any intervention I would have died. Elijah and Isaiah saved me. And Elijah saved me once again, giving us ample time to escape the military, who would have ended our lives, if they got the chance. His life, for ours." I couldn't take it any longer. The pain and the memories subdued me. Until I felt my cheeks wet with moisture. Knowing better than to let anyone see me break, quickly I steeled myself, preventing my emotions from getting the better of me and choosing to ignore the worried look Isaiah was constantly giving me. "That's it. That's all there is to the story."   "Thank you for your honest testi

"Stay here." He returned back to the soldier, quickly ripping part of his stitched uniform and wrapping the lush material around his head, to the point of injury, stopping the bleeding. Every so often, he'd break into quiet coughs, the fumes layering up in his lungs. His hands flew frantically, in his encompassing perimeter, he was looking for something. Stopping abruptly, his hand dragged out of the fog what could make out was my fallen mask, that I lost in the struggle. He fitted in onto the solider face. Isaiah was showing his compassionate side, to what I deemed as an enemy. Even all this time, all he'd been through, he hadn't changed. He was still the same Isaiah. Grabbing his shoulder, making sure it sat on his arms properly, he began take the unconscious guard to the Box. Pushing my weight off the wall, struggling I inched closer to them, attempting to help Isaiah. He noticed my sluggish movement and shook his head. "Stay there." The once blue eyes that t