Blog #10 - Grant

Release:

Jonas waited as the airplane passed the sky. The bush he was concealed under was a very dark green, the leaves covering the branches were thin like paper. The sound of the plane disappeared after a few minutes.

After about five minutes of waiting in the bush, another plane approached. That was two in less that 10 minutes, Jonas thought. 

"Plane! Plane!" Gabe muttered.

Gabe began to crawl out from under the bush. He made his way toward the road, the plane was now only seconds from them.

"Gabe, come here Gabe." Jonas whispered as he stood.

The baby was now on his feet. By the time Jonas was up and moving, Gabe had already made his way back onto the road; out in the open. Jonas broke out into a run toward the baby. The plane zoomed overhead as Jonas ran into the road, grabbing the baby. The plane continued on its course. Jonas believed that he and Gabe were unseen. Suddenly, the plane halted and turned drastically. A siren blared as the plane faced Jonas.

"No!" Jonas shouted as he firmly gripped Gabe and entered the woods. Jonas could hear the plane approaching. It was only a matter of time until the plane would be overhead. Jonas remembered that the plane had heat-seeking devices within them that could identify any type of body heat. Jonas dove into a bush hidden under a thick layer of canopy. The plane was now overhead. The tree branches and leaves all began to disperse as the plane lowered its descent close to the trees. Jonas knew that his plan had now failed.

Jonas peered his vision upward, holding on tightly to Gabe as the wind blew harder and harder. He could see two men on a rope, attached to the plane, reaching down closer and closer to the ground. 

Thomas changes his point of view to Gabe, "I'm sorry Gabriel. I only wanted the best for you." he spoke. It was the first time he ever called the child by his assigned name, and probably his last as well. It was different. Jonas felt as if he failed everyone of the world. The Giver, his father, his mother, Lily, Asher, Fiona. The men touched down beside the two. One grabbed Gabe from his arms. The other took hold of Jonas. Jonas felt a slight prick on his shoulder, then after a few seconds he was asleep.

Jonas awoke in a room of all white. He sat in a chair to which both his wrists and his ankles were strapped too. Jonas began to stir and struggle in the chair. The door opened, it was The Giver.

"The Giver!" Jonas shouted as he jumped in his chair against his restraints.

"I'm sorry Jonas, I have failed you." The old man replied. He looked about 10 years older than when Jonas had left him.

"It's more like I have failed you, sir."

The Giver shook his head, peering down at his feet.

"Jonas... You are-" he hesitated, "you are being released." 

"I understand, I know this is more painful for you than it will be for me. So I'm just going to get it over with." 

The Giver took out a needle, the needle was very familiar to Jonas. It was what his father used to release the twin. The Giver approached the boy and gently placed his hand down on this wrist, prepping Jonas for the injection.

"I'm so sorry." The Giver spoke.

The Givers robe once purple began to fade, the color was no more than a light shade of black. Thomas' flinched as the needle penetrated his skin. Thomas looked up at The Giver, the man was hunched over him looking at the needle. He shifted his view to Jonas' eyes. A tear streaked down his face and fell onto Jonas' arm. Jonas smiled back at him as he began to black out.