More Than Just a Dream<3

5. Alliance

TW: mentions of needles and death, language

As the months went on, I realized Mr. Foreman was right about one thing, tests really did get easier each time. Once a month, I had an injection day dedicated to enhancing a certain part of me. First powers, then mind, speed, reflexes, strength, and more. At first they were pretty painful, but after the fourth or fifth time I became numb to them, although I never gave up fighting against it. I felt like they were changing me, and I tried to hang on to who I truly was. These monthly injections went on for two years, and then became every 6 months after that.

When I turned 8, my schedule became more complex than four classes a day, since i was old enough to handle it. I had language study, power study, training, tactical skills, acting class, acrobatics/ballet, physics, and electronic engineering in that order. Training now included hand-to-hand combat, weapons training, and power combat. My life went through an endless cycle of these classes until I my thirteenth birthday, but we'll get to that later. Through the years I made some big break throughs. Although I had never met, or seen any of the other kids, Mr. Foreman had said that I was the most advanced subject there. Sometimes I wondered how the other kids had lived, and how long they were there for. Were they all like me? I tried at times to see inside the other rooms where I had heard other kids voices, but I was watched like a hawk. I never made it very far before I was caught by Mark and Frank.

Once I asked Miss. V about the other kids, since she was my only hope at the truth. She had told me that there really weren't many kids like me, and in fact the whole first floor was dedicated strictly to power study and laboratory rooms. On the second and third floor were the rooms for the subjects, and there were only 10 rooms on each floor. Wow, when I was younger I thought it was a lot more than that, I guess everything seems bigger when you're younger.  Anyways, I took this as a compliment back then, but as the years went on I started to believe this wasn't such a good thing. People would be afraid of me, see me as nothing more than a weapon. Unfortunately, I hadn't realized that is already how everyone I had met viewed me in the green room, even Miss V. 

When I turned 12, Mr. Foreman came to my room. It was my birthday, and to celebrate he told me some big news. "Good morning Davina, glad to see you are awake." He sat on my bed next to me while I wrap my hands for training. Miss V. had said yesterday that we would do an all-day training session every Friday starting today. 

"Always up and at-em early, is something wrong? I don't have it marked as an injection day on my calendar." I wondered, as he never came to my room unless it was. 

"Not at all, actually I come with very good news," he grabbed my hands. I stopped wrapping them. He continued on, "Davina, you have progressed rapidly since your first injections, and even before I knew you were something special." I wasn't sure where he was going with this, but somehow I trusted it would not be a bad thing. "Most...students here would not be able to handle such a powerful and rigorous process, but you persisted. Because of this, we have discovered that your body has fully taken advantage of you upgraded power, and can now handle it." 

Although he had kept talking about me, I couldn't help but focus on one word he had used. Students. How strange. I never thought of this place a school, but now that I think about it, it was. 

I snapped back into hearing what he has to say. Then it hit me; they are going to take my brace off. This could be my chance, to prove to them that I could handle the outside world, that I could handle a mission like the ones Miss V. went on once a month. This is my shot to see the outside world. 

"Mr. Foreman?" I started cautiously.

"Yes my child?"

"Does this mean I'm allowed to take my brace off?" I was careful with my words. He sighed and smiled.