Chapter 4- Is it MAGIC?

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If there was a World Guinness record for being knocked out unconscious the most times in one day, I would have broken it. What was it now? My third or fourth time of getting knocked out? This time, I found myself lying on a bed in a comfy looking room. What colour? WHITE. Who are these people? I mean nothing's wrong with white, but would it HURT to put some colour in this place? For a second, I don't remember why I'm here. 1 second.... 2 seconds.... And it all comes back again. Prison. Arrested. Opportunities. Lizette.

"Oh good, you're awake," a high pitched girly voice says from the white doorway.

I lift my eyes up, and see a small Asian girl with long silky straight black hair pulled into two high ponytails. They were held up by two black and pink bows. She was dressed in black leggings, a black mini skirt, and a black halter top. The ensemble would have looked Goth and shouted 'rebel' on anyone except her. On her, it actually looked cute and innocent. I would have thought she was ten or something if it wasn't for the fact....... Actually, I don't know why I wouldn't have thought she was 10, she just looks like she could have been older. You know, if she wore some normal clothes like jeans and a t-shirt instead of her little girl outfit. Oh and let her hair out. Like that she wouldn't be so doll-like.

"You're Zelina right?" She blabbers. "I'm Cat, wait no! I'm Lily-Rose, But just call me Lily, I HATE the Rose part of my name. Do you have a nickname? Oh! Can I call you Zelly?! Wait no, they will give you a code name later... DO you know what it is already? Oh! This is so exciting! Its not everyday someone new joins!"

I raise my eyebrows. "Whoa there, slow down! I just woke up. Please, no Zelina, How did you know my nickname is Zelly, and so um...WHY am I here?"

"You don't remember?" She asks, here ponytails bouncing up and down like a todller on a suger high. "I don't know why you're here, but since you're here, you must be special. I'm here because I broke into a top security bank. You know, I managed to get up to security level 7! Only 5 levels away!" I look at her, my eyes raking up her body. She couldn't have been taller than 4 feet high, and there was no way she could have raided a bank, let alone make it up to security level 7.

"I know," she blabbers on," I don't look like I could kick ass, let alone raid a bank, but that's the magic of it all isn't it?"

"Magic?" I reply dumb folded.

"Not real magic silly, it just seems like it. That's why we're all here."

"Wait, why am I here?"

"Because you, like me and a few other oddities are special. We all have an ability to do something that you would never guess we could do." I stare at her. Is she serious? She must be. She looks serious. Well as serious as a ten-year-old girl in two pig tails can look.

"For example," She rambles on. "I can kick ass, I may not look like it, but I can. No one in the entire compound can beat me. Ivy down the corridor is really smart. She may not look like it, no offence, but she is. Did you know she graduated from high school when she was 12?! NEVER try a dumb-blonde joke on her, she can really hold a grudge. Oh and there's another thing,"

"Oh?" I say. As crazy as her theory that we were all special was, I still wanted to find out more. And despite her claims that she could kick ass, I highly doubt a 10-year-old girl would have any reason to lie to me or hold me hostage anywhere.

"We don't know who our parents are. we are all orphans."

"What?" I say. "But how is that even possible? I mean we must have at least at one point in our life had parents, how else would we be born? Why does being orphans make us super powered freaks?"

"First of all, we are not 'super powered freaks', and second of all, no one knows. The scientists are trying to work it out, but they haven't gotten anything,"

"Okay then," I reply. "If your crazy theory is true, then why am I here? I think you guys have made a mistake. You got the wrong girl,"

"No, they never make mistakes. You're here to join us,"

"And who exactly is us?"

"We are the Specialists."

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