Under all that human

Chapter 3

The train finally came to a stop at the SFO facility in Montana. 
"Off we go Scarless," Arlo instructed as the doors opened into a station that was identical to the one back home. Home. I guess this was my new home for the next 3 weeks.
Fern and Sky rushed out first, their smiles made me uncomfortable.
As I  got up from my seat, Ami turned to walk out too, her dark brown eyes staring at me on the way. 
I almost tripped at the door, but Arlo's hands flew out to catch me.
"Careful," Arlo said. I walked out onto the platform stunned, and I found myself almost turning around to thank him but brushed it off at the sight of his attention already drawn away from me. The doors closed shut and the train was on the move again.
"This way." A supervisor instructed, gesturing us to follow her inside. 
The Montana facility was built just like the ones at home. 
We walked up the stairs and the twins trailed their fingers on the railing as if it was their first time seeing such things. 
The rooms, as expected were on the ground floor. Some of the metal bar doors were open, hinting that those rooms were left unoccupied since the bombings.
The supervisor pointed at an empty room. 
"Just like Wyoming, these rooms can fit two of you each. Who wants to take this room?" 
Sky and Fern shot their hands up. 
"Okay, what are your names?" The supervisor asked.
"I'm Fern, she's Sky." 
"Alright. This is your girl's permanent rooms."
Fern squealed. 
The human now turned her attention to me and Ami, her muscles tensing at the sight of our eyes. 
"Y-you girls have rooms located over there," She stammered. I followed the direction she pointed at. A room was at the end of the hallway, the door wide open.
Ami nodded. 
"Well then, now that you girls know the location of your rooms, I advise that you girls go have lunch on the second floor. Some girls from other states have already arrived, but we're sure to see some more come in over the next few days."
"Thank you." The 15-year-old twins said, smiling as they walked back to the stairs.
Once the twins were gone the supervisor scurried away, trying to create as much distance between us and her as possible.
Ami scoffed.
She was a girl of few words. I liked that.
I followed the twins up the stairs. The loud murmur of voices drew closer, which gave me a headache.
The moment Ami and I reached the top of the stairs a few boys turned to look at us. 
"Hey, fresh meat." A brown eye sneered.
Ami shoved him out of the way and I nearly let out a laugh. Nearly.
The boys here were obviously in desperate need of female attention, but Ami was apparently not the girl to go to.
"Hey, girlie." A blue-eyed laughed. I glared and he let out a whimper.
I lined up in the lunch line behind Ami. The twins had already gotten their food and found themselves a place in the cafeteria. I could count about 20 girls that had already arrived. And judging from my surroundings, there were about 80 boys. This facility was a tad bit smaller than mine back at home.
A human plopped a steak onto my tray, along with two slices of bread. 
Hunger spiked my stomach, the smell of beef traveled into my nose, making me want to shovel the meat down my throat on the spot.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Ami sit down at a table occupied with 2 blonde headed boys and 1 brunette. The twin's table was full.
I sat down next to her, setting my tray down on the table. 
Ami lifted her fork and jabbed it into the steak as she used her knife to cut it into strips.
"Where'd you get those," I said, pointing at the objects in her hands.
Ami blinked and opened her mouth to reply but was cut off.
"I'll get some for you." The brunette boy across from me offered, jumping up from his seat to walk back over to the place I had gotten my food. His hand disappeared in a black tub and he pulled out a pair of cutlery.
I watched him walk back to the table, his eyes were dark brown like Ami's, while his hair was a chocolaty brown. His skin was a few shades lighter. 
"Here." He murmured. 
"Thank you," I replied. His fingers brushed along mine as he handed the fork and knife to me. His hands were unnaturally cold. 
"My name's Finley. But you're welcome to call me Fin." He smiled welcomingly as he sat down, stabbing his fork into a piece of stake.
"I'm Athena Petris."
"Ooh, full name introduction." One of the blonde boys laughed. His eyes also brown.
"I'm Myson." He said, extending his hand.
"Germaphobe." I lied. 
Myson moved his hand to Ami as if expecting a handshake from her.
"I"m a germaphobe too." She lied. I almost caught the ends of my lips curling up into a smile. 
"Well germaphobe, you have a name?" The other blondie with hazel eyes asked. 
"Ami."
"Well, I'm Landan." 
Ami nodded, clearly uninterested as she took another bite of the steak from her fork.
I cut my steak into awkward pieces that turned into ragged shapes.
Finley laughed at my attempt.
"What." I spat.
"Have you ever used a fork and knife before?"
I rolled my eyes and put a piece of steak into my mouth. My stomach growled in enjoyment. I hadn't had breakfast so this was very well needed.
"Are all girls from Wyoming germaphobes?" Landan joked.
"Do all guys from Montana not know how to shut their mouths?" Ami replied. It was the first time I'd heard her speak today. And she was wasting her breath on a loser.
"Geez, calm down Ami, I'm only trying to have a small talk over here." Landan laughed, raising his hands jokingly.
Ami dropped her knife and fork on the table and she pointed to her dark brown eyes.
"Okay, I get it." Landan sighed.
Finley noticed my slight smile of amusement and returned a smile back at me.
I quickly shifted my eyes away from him and stared at my half-eaten food.
I bit into a slice of bread and kept my head down to avoid conversation. 
"You see any hot chicks here Lan?" Myson grinned.
The two blondies looked up and scanned the room like animals. I lifted my head slightly and caught Finley rolling his eyes as he finished the last of his steak. 
I didn't have to look around to see if the other girls were attractive. It was kind of a given that we are. Since the liquid that the SFO injected us with to turn us from human to Scarless seemed to change our eye color to match the level of our ability and emotionlessness. While also creating a glow on our skin, sharpening our features to look less human and more ethereal.
"Your eyes." Finley breathed. The way he stared into mine made me uncomfortable as if he was staring into my soul. Which I didn't have. Everything made me uncomfortable.
"What about my eyes?" I replied, finishing my tray of food.
"They're so black that light doesn't even reflect in them." He gasped. 
I almost shut my eyes. But I realized how stupid I would've looked if I did that.
The blondes took their attention away from the girls around us and stared at my eyes.
"Damn, there's not a hint of color anywhere," Landan admitted.
Myson's hand flew out, and I grabbed his fist before it could come anywhere near my face. The knife dropped out of my hand with a clang as it hit the table.
"Damn. Fast reflexes too." Myson grinned. "Arm wrestle?"
Finley laughed. "Come on Myson, you know you won't win. Don't embarrass yourself."
"Shut up Fin before I hit you next." Myson groaned.
I clasped my thumb around Mason's staring at him with my vacant, black eyes.
"Ready?" I said.
"What happened to being a germaphobe." Landan laughed.
"Left that in the past," I replied bluntly.
"Okay count us down Fin." Myson sneered. 
"Three... Two... One... Go." 
Myson forced my hand towards the table, a sense of pride broke his face. 
Poor him. Thinking he was going to win.
In a flash, I smashed his fist into the table. Myson let out a yelp as a crack reverberated through the cafeteria. Everyone went silent and turned to look at our table. 
I jerked my hand away from Myson's.
"Is there a problem here?" A supervisor growled, his gun pointed directly at me.
"Just play fight." Myson groaned, clutching his broken hand with a look of agony on his face.
How weak. 
"Keep it to a minimum." The supervisor ordered, walking away.
"Stop it," I said.
Myson whimpered. "Stop what?"
"Looking like you're in pain." 
"I am in pain. Hello? You broke my hand."
"You're a Scarless, it'll heal within a minute. But you have to keep your face blank, push the pain to the back of your brain."
"You're coming to train the newbies, not me," Myson growled.
"Well, then your trainer should have trained you better." 
"Ooh, burn." Landan laughed. Myson shoved him.
"How old are you," Finley asked. 
I frowned. What a boring question. "17. You?"
"Yeah, us 3 are 17 as well. What about you Ami?"
"16."
"Hey, you two." A supervisor snapped, pointing at me and Finley. "Training rooms."
I looked at Ami in confusion. "Are you coming?"
"No, I'm transferring here permanently." She replied.
"Oh."
"Looks like we're stuck with her for a while." Myson laughed at Landan.
Ami picked up her knife and raised it. "Shut. Up. Please." She growled.
The two blondes laughed and started to mimic her, grabbing their knives and waving it around in the air.
"Let's go," Finley said, motioning for me to follow him.