Waiting for Amber Skyy

Chapter 8

I shakily crawled back into my empty cage, my wrist heavily bandaged and my cheeks stained with tears. I never stopped crying when they fixed my wrist back in place, put me in an x-ray to make sure I didn't break anything else, and nudged me back into the only safe haven I had, a cage. Well it wasn't really a safe haven now, it was just a resting area until I was called for the next test. I closed my eyes and curled up on my side on the floor, hearing the door close behind me. I tried to focus on what I saw on the x-ray despite my crying. It was a full body x-ray, and thankfully no other bones were broken, but my bones were much different than they originally were. They were larger and thicker than normal, and in some areas they were connected with holes through them. Like a bird's. The few words I picked up from the white coats were "air sacs" and "vitamin D." I was developing, slowly, into more of a freak. That just added onto my emotions more, and I felt more water drip down my face.

"Amber?" I faintly heard beside me. I spun my head towards the voice, and I gasped at the sight. Leon had bruises all over him as well as various cuts and burns. He looked like he was sent through a shredder and somehow survived. My hand flew to my wet face to cover my mouth and Leon shivered and attempted to hug himself. He was in great pain, I could tell from his face. Every twitch and touch his mouth turned and/or twisted in an odd way.

"Oh my god Leon..." I stretched my good arm through the bars into her cage, brushing his shoulder and making him wince. He scooted a bit further from me, "Leon oh my god what happened?" My heart raced in fear of what they were doing to him and in anger of wanting to kill them for doing this.

He swallowed and let out a shuddering breath, "A-A maze... I-I had to run th-through a maze..." His voice was thick, like his lip got cut.

"A maze? Or a death trap?" I raised an eyebrow. My statement got him to smile a bit, so that's a plus. He had to take a moment to calm down, and I didn't want to force him to say anymore, but I also wanted to know just in case I had to go through that.

"Both..." he silently replied. "I h-had to find the exit, running, c-couldn't slow down... o-obstacle-" He froze when I placed my hand on his shoulder. I was stretching as much as I could to touch him, to make him feel better; it made me sick to see him battered up. Yet as soon as I got to touch him he spun to whisper harshly at me, smacking my hand away, "What are you doing?"

I held my good hand close to me, like it hurt him even more, "I just... you look terrible..." That made him stiffen in pain at that, making my insides churn in sadness. "Leon..." I cooed at him, wanting to just get him healed up and better. I glanced around the dark room, squinting in the hopes of finding a first aid kit. They should have a damn kit here! What if some emergency happened to us? Or at least to the white coats? Leon was ignoring me and was too busy looking at his shoulder like something was burned into it. His eyes were wide with wonder and he kept looking over the rest of her body. "Leon?" I asked with concern. Did I hurt him more? Did they hurt him more? I'll kill them all.

"A-Amber... what... what was that?" he asked towards me with big eyes.

"What was what?" I echoed.

His eyes pointed towards his shoulder, which seemed fine. We exchanged glances and I wondered what he meant. "Amber..." he started, but his choking cut him off. I don't know if it was out of sadness or fear, but apparently in his case it was a surprise. He lifted the sleeve on the other shoulder. It was heavily gashed by something sharp, like he ran through a fence. "I... I had the same marks on the other side..." he struggled with his words.

"Yeah...? And?" I was so confused on what he was getting at. His other shoulder was fine, like nothing happened. Wait hold on a second. Like nothing happened. Nothing was there. His shoulder was fine, like it had miraculously healed itself. It seemed like Leon could heal quicker than usual, probably some weird mojo with his mutation, but this was something more. "Uh... how did that happen?" I questioned him and he shrugged.

"I don't know, you're the one who touched me!" he exclaimed out of fear. I hushed him to keep his voice low so we wouldn't attract attention. He half-heartedly groaned and repeated his statement in a harsh whisper.

"I didn't do that, I don't even know how to do that," I replied under my breath. I felt fur brush my feet and I nearly jumped. What was- oh right forgot that's my tail. Holding it down with a hand, I examined his perfect shoulder.

"I felt it, I felt... fuller, healthier when you touched me. Like a... like a wave of energy!" he nearly cried out. I pulled my finger to my lips to remind him and he obliged. "Amber, you have an ability. You can transfer energy!" he whispered with happiness. "And energy is used to heal... oh my god!"

"A what?" My suspicions rose over the fact that a secret organization was creating mutated children. Because who would think of that? "That's impossible. Only superheroes can do that."

"Not just superheroes, whatever they are, I've seen it before. This one kid, he um, was a, I can't remember, some mutation and could attract metal," he mimicked a magnet stuck to the roof of his cage. "He was always thought to be missing because nobody could find him. Once they found out about it though..." His voice trailed off the excitement lane into unwanted memories.

"What? What happened?" I begged him to tell me.

He kept his pause before starting his response with a sigh, "I never saw him again." My hand clapped over my mouth. "I heard that he was sold as a weapon." Like he was merchandise. He was, that's all he was.