Brandon Carter part 1

 

As he gained consciousness, he realized he was lying on an operating table and faces in white masks were peering down at him. He opened his eyes, the sunlight coming from the window making him half-blind. He sat, making the people in white masks jump. He looked at the front table to see a jar with a ring in it-his ring. Oh no! How did they get it?

''My ring! Return it!'' he commanded in his strong, elegant voice. He heard a snort behind his back. He turned back to face a woman with chocolate-brown eyes, flushed-in cheeks, thin lips, crooked nose, Burnette hair and freckles under her nose.

''You ain't getting that ring back until you tell us what we NEED!'' she said, her voice high-pitched. Brandon glanced back at his ring. What did these people want- need from Brandon. Brandon was about to speak but the words died in his mouth and did not come out.

He finally gathered some courage and hope and asked, 'What do you guys want?' A blanket of sweat engulfed his body. The white masks were now giggling.

'Stop pretending! We know that you are not Brandon John but Brandon Carter- the real heir of James Carter. 'replied the girl, her voice low yet dangerous. She didn't even finish her sentence when Brandon drowned in his memories. He worked so hard for what? This? Was this it?