Days Lost

A Hero In The Making

"That was pretty cheesy, I must admit." The voice said, "The name's, Nixon. Evonne Nixon. And this is my facility, I'm sure you got some info on our facility from your escort and my companion, Arlen Jepson."

"Actually, no, I didn't. He didn't say anything to me about, well... Anything." I replied reluctantly.

"No?" She asked, directing her attention from me to Arlen, " Arlen? Do you mean to tell me you forget what we discussed, about how you were meant to tell the boy about how we run things around here, and what he'll need to know? About how vitally important he is to our cause? Or even why he's here to begin with?"

"I'm sorry 'mam, I-" He began.

"Well, I don't know what you guys are talking about, but out of those questions I can at least say I know one answer. I'm here because you need workers to help your way of life, and keep order in your group, you need me for strengthening your secret agent society or whatever it is. Right?"

She gave Arlen one last evil eye, and turned back to the topic-at-hand.

"Nice guess, but I'm afraid you're wrong, dear." She stated, with a pouty face, "Even though it is nice to have you be a part of our, um... thing! We don't need you for that exact reason, but we do need you for something much, much greater. Reason being we cannot tell you just yet, but I can help you understand it."

Suddenly, the grey room seemed more cramped, and I felt even more trapped than I've been since I've woken up. She trotted over to her desk with pattern-like taps, and pulled out a letter opener in the shape of a death bell flower, tapping the end, I noticed a small drop of blood emerge.

"Let me ask you." She said, eyes still on her the letter opener, "Have you ever seen anything odd happen when it come's to... wounds? When it comes to injuries? Anything at all?"

I sat wondering, I've noticed this before, but I've never actually thought about why it's happened.

It seems she knows about what's going on, so it probably won't help trying to hide it from her. I thought to myself, "Yeah, I have actually, but I thought it was normal for people to heal like they do around me. Why do you ask?"

She turned towards me with adrenaline rushing through her eyes like a little girl with a secret.

"Why do I ask? That's a good question, but I don't have all the answer I wish I had." She rambled, she was like a cat with deadly focus, "But I know who does, and you do too."

I do too? What is this woman talking about?

"Here watch this!" She exclaimed with excitement, like a school-girl with a party trick.

She hopped over to me nearly stumbling over the corner of her burgundy desk.

"The average finger wound takes weeks or even months, but watch what you can do!"

Suddenly curious, I leaned in to watch. The wound she left disappeared underneath the blood drop that lay atop of her fingertip.

"And voila!" She swept another finger across the area where the wound was, and there was nothing, "So it is true, marvelous..."

"I don't understand, how is this possible then?" I asked, bamboozled, "I thought you said it could take months to heal such a wound, why is it healed already?"

"You've got a gift, I just think you should find out for yourself, we'll need you at some point, but not until you desire what we need, so it's up to you, Jared. You could leave and do as you please, and we'll monitor you from a distance, or you could stay, learn about what we have to offer, about yourself, and get some equipment to use for your safety. If you stay, you may still leave at any time, and we will let you see the girl at any time except for when we need you. However, no matter what I say, it's up to you."
There were so many questions in my mind, like why I was capable of healing people subconsciously, and how I never truly noticed. It felt like something was forming inside of me and clawing it's way out, yet I don't know what. However, I had one question that needed answered first.

"I'll give you a direct answer later, but first..." I replied hesitantly, "Bring me to 'the girl'."