CampNaNoWriMo - Day 28 (with video!)

Author's Note: Read day 1-2, day 21-22 and day 27 of The Renegade Messiah. I've attached a time lapse video of writing part of today's entry!

Below you'll see Raize's last name is replaced with ____. I don't know it yet. I'll go back and add it later. There's also a section of just dialogue at the bottom of this story that I wrote, included in the word count, but won't use until later.

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The Renegade Messiah - Day 28

Word count: 558

“Try not to move.”

Sleep had crusted over her eyelashes, making them gummy and brittle. It took all her strength to force her eyes open. As light chased away the darkness, her world became pain.

“Where am I?” She asked, running her tongue along cracked and dry lips.

“You're in the passenger seat of a police car. I'm taking you to another hospital. There were—complications.” Dirk said and his voice was drowned out as he turned on his sirens. She was pressed back in her seat as the security car accelerated.

“Complications,” she repeated to herself. Her lungs ached. Her legs and stomach felt damp. Through blurred vision she looked down and saw that her nightgown was covered in blood. Spittle dripped down the corner of her mouth and all she could do was stare in horror. The pain, though overwhelming, didn't feel real. She felt like she was looking at someone else.

Raize wasn't sure how much time had passed. She felt the car shift and accelerate, and the pain numbed the rest. Dirk spent some time on the car radio, receiving commands from Central and telling them his intentions. She caught pieces of his conversation but her memory couldn't hold them for very long.

“...another bombing, no one has claimed responsibility yet? Of course it's E.V.E! Brent, get off the radio, you need to get to a hospital.”

“I see you took the pretty one. Where's my escort?” Brent's voice cracked over the radio.

The car shook to a halt after a few speed bumps. Dirk got out first and had a heated conversation with staff members of the hospital before the passenger door opened. Raize felt a hand touch her forehead.

“I'm so sorry. I can't stay—but I'll come and visit.”

That was the last time Raize had heard from Dirk the rent-a-cop, the security guard at Blue Mountain Clinic.

She was admitted, screaming in pain and confusion as her medication wore off. And there she slept for three days straight once she was finally given a room.


“Hello, is this Miss _____?” A woman's voice said on the other line. Raize balanced her cell phone against her cheek and stood in the grocery line. She gave the clerk a sheepish look.

“I have to take this,” she mouthed to the cashier and stepped out of line.

“Yes, speaking.”

“Miss ____, I'm calling to conduct your 20th and final interview about your experiences at Blue Mountain Clinic. Is this a good time?” Raize's hands began to shake. Two interviews a year for the past ten years, and this was her final one. She took a steadying breath.

“Now's not really a good--”

“Your compensation will be doubled, Miss ____.”

Raize looked behind to her shopping cart. She could already barely afford the few groceries that lined the bottom. She'd already put back her chocolate milk and fresh fruit.

“Let me step outside.”