Little Lightning

Chapter 19

Song of the Chapter: Soldier by Fleurie

Lyrical awoke to voices. She didn't move, but listened to what the voices said.

"Is she dead?"

"No, she's not dead!" A squeak followed, and the oddly familiar thump of a smack followed soon after.

"Ow!"

"Lyr-lyr!" A whining voice entered the conversation. "Don't die!" Lyrical took that moment to open her eyes. Lucas's bandaged face was the first thing she saw. He gasped with joy. "You're alive!"

Lyrical pushed herself into a sitting position, her head pounding. She winced slightly. 

"What happened?" She mumbled.

"You passed out mid-jump. You're lucky that we didn't accidentally teleport to who knows where." Zaylee's voice was disapproving, and reminded Lyrical unpleasantly of when Yia would scold her. She twitched at the thought of Yia, anger rising up in her. 

"Zaylee grabbed the controls before we could be spit out of the hyper jump somewhere in space and managed to get us onto this planet." Azalea explained. Lyrical blinked back into the conversation.

"I see..." She muttered, hand going to her head. She ran her hand through her hair nervously. She had had one chance to prove to Zaylee she was a good pilot, and she had passed out midway... she was screwed. She looked up to them staring at her. "What? What's wrong?"

"L-lyrical, your hair." Azalea said quietly. "It's white."

"What?!" Lyrical exclaimed and pulled a chunk in front of her face so that she could see it. It was still the regular dark brown hair, but there were white streaks in it. She gasped. "What in the name of..." She looked to everyone else. They looked just as surprised as she was. "What happened to my hair?" 

"Maybe it has something to do with why you passed out?" Kalypso suggested.

"Maybe." Lyrical mused, still examining the piece of hair.

"I say we do some tests." Zaylee spoke finally. "I also would like to know what those marks on your hands are for." Lyrical looked down at her foreign hands, marked with black like a child had tried to draw lightning on them.

"No." Kirtash snapped. Lyrical turned to him. "Last time someone tried to do 'tests' on her, she ended up weak and barely alive." Lyrical grimaced, unpleasant memories of her being shoved into the glass cylinder surfacing.

"Well, we won't do that." Zaylee assured.

"Still, no."

"Kirtash, I think that we should try it." Azalea mumbled. He turned to her and she hurriedly plowed on, her face flushing. "I-I mean, she could be in danger of something in her body without us knowing. Plus don't you want to know what they did to her in that cylinder and why her hair is white?" Kirtash shut his mouth.

"Let's let her decide for herself." Kalypso said. Lyrical looked at Kalypso, surprised and grateful. They all turned to Lyrical. She thought carefully.

"I think... that we should do some tests." At Kirtash's look, she held up a hand to stop him from interrupting her. "But on one condition. Kirtash will be right next to me the entire time, and if I say stop, then you stop." The corners of Zaylee's lips lifted slightly.

"Very well, follow me."

Lyrical fought panic as she was strapped to a table.