Bextley couldn't stop looking at me, she's afraid of me. I sit up on the bed and look at the monitor they placed in our room. It shows our rankings. They want Bextley to choose the rest of the team we'll be taking on our mission. I feel so weak.
But they have me up on the highest rank alongside Noah and Bextley, "You're a marksman?" I ask her.
She nods, "Yeah. How did you do that thing?"
"I don't know" I whisper, "They just..they've made me this way. I feel the nerves and organs inside of people. I can feel your anger right now. Or...whatever it is you're full of."
She crosses her legs and stares at me, "I guess he was right about you then," She mumbles, "I wanted to be enhanced. I'd hope to be like the archer, Clint Barton. He has complete accuracy, I wanted that so I could hurt people."
"I didn't want this," I whisper.
"Just be lucky you lived. Not everyone does."
I don't feel lucky. Bextley picks out the clothes she will wear to bed and walks to the shower. I turn my back to her, then slide off of my bed and face the wall. She has no idea what it's like to feel every single thing that goes on in a person's body.
It's extremely intrusive and rude. The door opens and Noah came into our room, "Alla's dead."
"We know." Bextley snaps as she comes out from the shower, "Are you coming with us?"
He nods, "Yep. Came to make sure you guys were aware of it. What's wrong with you, Lana?" I ignore him, kicking the wall in front of me. "Was it you guys? Did you kill Alla?"
"We aren't talking about it," Bextley mumbles, "Do you know who else is coming with us?"
"No," He says as he lays on my bed.
"What's going to happen?" I ask them both, "Who is this guy? Who's Banner?"
"A scientist. From what I've read, he's good. A few years ago someone who was living here was kidnapped, he forced them to take some medicine and they thought they were another person."
"Isn't that what the professor did to you? What makes this guy evil?"
"He saved us," Bextley snapped, "You have no idea where these kids come from. You should grateful."
Noah gives her a look that made her stand and glare at us, "I'm going to pick our team." She announced as she stormed out of the room.
I peer at the door, then turned to Noah, "Where did she come from?"
Noah looks at me, "She'll kill me if I tell you."
"Well, she won't know. Why does she worship these people? You and I both know this isn't right. We're only listening out of fear, she genuinely worships them. Why?"
Noah looks between me and the door, then moves closer to me, "Bextley was trafficked when she was a kid. Her father sold her, and she was forced to...well, you know. The professor purchased her when she was nine years old, she tried to kill him. But he wasn't like the other guys, he wanted her to kill other children."
"So, he thought she was good enough to keep?"
"He has been more of a father than her real one. Dad's are hard to find. My dad killed my mom and then my little sister. Be happy you don't have your real family."
"I don't even know who I am," I mumble, "I don't have a family because I don't have memories of my life. I only have dreams, and...feelings that I don't belong here."
"Regardless of your feelings, we have to stay here. It's not so bad..." We both know that he's wrong. I stand up, running my hands over my face, "I've got your back in this thing by the way. Bextley might not, but I'll make sure you're alright."
He's being friendly. It's the nicest thing I've experienced so far.
"Thank you." I whisper, "But I'll be okay. What happens next?"
"They'll take us to the hanger where we will get prepared, then Bextley and whoever she chooses will come with us. Sometimes we'll be on the plane for hours, then, we get off and do our thing."
I almost cringed. Why is he dancing around a topic? I hate this. I don't want to kill anyone.
Noah and I waited for Bextley for almost an hour. She glares at us, pushing past me, "Why are we still waiting around? Let's go!" I walk up the long ramp to the jet. Bextley swings herself through to the pilot seat.
I look at Noah who sits next to her, "You know where we're going right?"
"Not in the mood, asshole. Lana, sit."
The Professor clammers up the stairs and put his hand on my shoulder, "I need to speak with you. Come with me," It's not a very big jet I'm sure someone is still going to hear us.
He grips my wrist and forced me to walk by his side to the end of the jet as the ramp closes, "I want you by my side through this, you're more essential than you think. I want you to get this man, and bring him to me."
"Who is he?"
"Robert Bruce Banner. He's fragile so we'll need to be careful."
"What if I fail?"
"You won't." He mumbles, "If you do, I will bring you back here and I will kill you." I gulp. He lays his index finger under my jaw and made me look at him. I narrow my eyes at him and he suddenly pulls back from me, "Enough of that!"
He pushes me into the chair and gathers the others to sit down, including Noah. He praises Bextley before standing in front of us, "As most of you know, this gentleman took one of our own and tried to kill them. These people are dangerous and we will eliminate them when we get our target."
The others were dead-panned. They don't react. They stare and listen as if they're watching that cartoon again. It's the same tired and bored look they get when the little mouse would kill the cat. They're used to violence.
I don't want to be that person. I turn my head to look out of the window rather than listen to the gruesome details of what needs to happen. I don't belong here.
They must know that, it's why they're trying so hard to make me dangerous. I have a feeling that it's why they don't like to hear about the man from my dreams.
He's nice to me. I think he's my guardian angel.
After he dismissed us, I went to Bextley. I look down at her, feeling her...anger and nerves as I stood behind her. "Can I sit here?"
"Why?"
She's right, why should I ask? I dive into the passenger side and huff, "I don't want to hurt you. I don't even want to be here. Can't we just get along through this shit?"
She rolls her eyes, then glances at me, as she reaches past me, "At least pretend to know what you're doing." She snapped as she presses a few buttons then held the wheel. I smirk at her.
"I can't be rude to you. I won't."
She looks at me again, "I'll punch you."
"Do it then."
"I hate you."
"I don't care. We're roommates and now we're working together. I won't stop being nice to you."
She continued to stare at me. She's feeling conflicted. She sighs and faces outside again, "Press the blue light, then the yellow one." She says dismissively.
Bextley gives up. We're friends now.
