ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ✗ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ᴅᴀᴠᴇɴᴘᴏʀᴛ

Chapter 12

Chase's POV-

 Agent Tess nodded, jotting down yet another of my responses. 

From the corner of my eye, I spotted a figure coming towards us. My instincts told me that the figure was bad, that I should be ready to fight. But, then again, my instincts have been wrong for a while. It's like how my instincts told me to help that girl, and that ended up so great. I turned my head slightly, only to find Agent Gordon standing at the window. He gave me a sheepish grin, earning a small laugh from me. 

Tess turned to see what all the commotion was about. I watched as Gordon noticed Agent Tess looking at him, and his cheeky grin was quickly replaced by a deep scowl. I laughed again. 

Tess shook his head, standing up with his folders. Gordon opened the door, one hand behind his back. 

"How'd it go?" He asked, suddenly interested. 

"Um," Tess started, making me worried. "We may need to take a x-ray of his brain system, then compare his with the normal human brain. Only then can I make conclusions".

Gordon nodded and inhaled deeply. 

"Right then" he said. "But first, the boy really needs a wash. I keep getting complaints on the smell looming 'round here these days". 

I looked down at myself, only just realising that I'd been wearing the same clothes for about two months now. Then, the smell hit me. I covered my nose quickly, forgetting that it was actually me that was generating the smell. You'd expect that with my super senses that I'd notice first. Although, the room I spend most of my time in does have a chip dampener. I looked back up at Gordon, who held out a pile of neatly folded white clothes, closely resembling pajamas. The pile was topped off with a towel of the same colour. I stood up and grabbed the pile from him.

"Shower room's three doors down on the left" Tess directed. I nodded and made my way down there, repeating the directions over and over in my head. I kept my head down, earning a few hard looks from other agents. I quickly walked down the hall and threw the shower room door open.

I stepped inside and let the door close behind me. I took in my surroundings. There were five showers lined along the right hand side, the only privacy was a manky looking curtain. The showers were facing a large, stained mirror, lined with five sinks. Next to the last shower were sixteen small lockers, appearing to be pretty much unused. Being used to privacy, I ran into the nearest shower and placed my pile of clothes on a small stool located in the corner of the shower. I slowly stripped down, trying not to look down. Small scars lined my chest, as well as my wrists. I shook my head, looking away from my chest, and turned the shower taps on. I yelped as soon as the water sprayed on me. The cold water sent goose bumps down my back. I looked over at the taps, turning the hot water fully on. I stuck my hand under the water stream, waiting for the cold to slowly turn into boiling hot. Nothing happened. I sighed and tried to forget the ice freezing me inside and out. 

I noticed that there was a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, as well as a bar of soap. I snatched the bottles and washed my hair as fast as I could. Once the conditioner was out, I glanced at the soap bar. It looked pretty much unused. Besides, I don't really care about being sanitised any more, not after what I've been through. I picked it up, reapplying it three times over.

After about ten minutes in the shower, I sighed and turned the tap off, wrapping the towel around my waist. After promptly drying myself, I bit my lip and threw on my new clean clothes. They were a tad too big, but not that bad, and they kind of itched as well, but was manageable. They made me feel like I was in a hospital, not one of my favourite places in the world. The smell was the worst part. It smelt like medical drugs, several mixed together in a cocktail and splashed it onto these pajama things. 

I sighed, running my hand through my hair. I gathered my belongings and tucking it under my arm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, and walked out of the bathroom, making my way back to my room. 

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Hope you enjoyed!!!

So in my past chapter I said that I'd start dedicating chapters to people... 

This week the dedication goes out to *drum roll*...

@ungerlover !!!

Reason:

She's one of the nicest people I know on Wattpad and also I feel really bad about her going through a lot of hard work just to make me a cover that I didn't end up using, so I thought I should repay her somehow. I know a dedication isn't much, which I again feel really bad about, but it's really the only way I can repay you...