Beyond Control

Chapter 7

I sat upright against the wall, my left arm straightened on my knees as the insignificant sting began to ease.

They left a while ago, leaving me in the room with the lights switched off, only the light under the door feeds my vision. The pain wasn't as excruciating as they described it to be, it lasted a few seconds. It wasn't till they put on the bandage that I realized they'd already drawn my blood. After all, the process was successful for me, but for them, it's unfortunate that they failed to draw a reaction out of me for the conclusion of the test.

They failed their research but in the process of being a subject of their research, I gained a piece of knowledge which benefits me way more than them.

I stared at the wall blankly. My emotions are expressed beyond my actions. I turned my gaze to the door, which doesn't have a key hole or any lock. Whenever they come with prepared food, the door opens without any sound of an unlocking click. Though there could be some hidden futuristic mechanics behind that door's function, I doubt that the door could withstand an earthquake.

After noticing the nuances in their manner, I feel as though I could do anything without them hurting me or having to face the consequences that they mentioned. But something tells me that the captain isn't the same as those caring workers that he employed.

I could plan an escape, I can escape using whatever ability that dose of poison they injected into me had given me. I can escape using the weapon they'd given me. But how will I use it?

I'd analyzed those natural occurrences which were under the influence of my emotions, realizing my strengths and weaknesses. Whenever I felt afraid, my limbs began shaking out of fear and so did the place around me, but if it was a sudden shock, I'd flinch and affect any nearby electricity. When I was sad, tears rolled down my cheeks, and the frigidity around me aroused with ice forming on the surface of any structures. When I feel agonizing pain, I shake and a cry escapes my lips, at the same time, something, a wave enigmatically ripples throughout the room.

These are the results I'd gotten, I knew what triggers those natural occurrences, but I didn't know what triggers my emotions.

I can escape using this ability, but what will it cost me?

Despite what the repercussions are, I'll have to escape someday. I spurn to remain as an experimental subject any longer. Besides that, I needed to return to my mother, though I didn't know much about her conditions. She could be dead from her illness, but if she's murdered or hurt by anyone when I was captured, I will not let that slide easily.

I pushed myself to my feet and strolled around the room for any clues of an escape. I peered at the observation room through the window, seeking for any locking system of the door. There are stacks of papers and plenty of chairs around the room. It doesn't seem to have any high technology devices in there, which then drops my concern of escaping easily.

I sat down and concocted a plan, a vague and unhelpful plan since I lack information in this place.

The plan is I run out of these rooms and search for the exit. I plan to search if there's any other subjects alive and escape together as well but setting another subject free will take some time and I'm concerned that the workers will capture me again before I can release them.

If I trigger any alarms, I'll find somewhere to hide and wait till the search is over before I sneak around the building looking for an exit. I'd remembered that exit sign on the day I was brought into my room. That image never leaves my memory, I remembered it all with all the details of that exact area.

As a ballerina, years of dancing had trained me to walk in a gentle way. I'm able to move silently and sneak around people without a noise made.

Sneaking up on people had been easy for me, especially when I was pulling a prank on friends. And that had gained me the acquaintance of being subtle.

What I lack currently are information and control of my ability. I sat around thinking how I can trigger my emotions on my own, since that is the only way I can think of to use that ability of mine.

Then, an idea came across my head and brought a smile to my face.

I sat in silence, waiting till that smile vanished into a frown as I thought of all those heart wrenching moments in my life. I recalled seeing the hospital bills with my mother as she told me not to worry. It had been the day before her manager called her, and asked of her current health conditions acting as if he cared. I went out then, but when I returned to my mother's door, I noticed the conversation had changed into a debate of whether they should remain having her employed.

My mother's voice never leaves my head, her sobs on the phone telling them that she'd recover soon. I walked away from the door after the call was over and hid in the public toilet, I didn't want her knowing that I overheard their conversation and that I wanted both of us to have time to run that redness of our face before we speak again.

A tear escaped my eyes as I thought of looking at her pale face working on her tablet till late nights. She couldn't leave her job knowing that she has a daughter in college and a hospital bill to pay. Though her condition doesn't allow her to work further, she bled through those nights in front of her tablet.

Looking at her working thoroughly just to fund my studies, while I sit in a classroom and enjoy my day after being fed to full, it made me feel guilty.

A sob escaped my lips then another, the room was filled with sobs and tears. I rubbed those tears off my eyes and a new wave of tears arrived without a second later.

After a while, I raised my head and saw the observation window turning foggy. I rose to my feet and stood before the glass window, tears streaming down my puffy face silently. I raised a finger and brush against the fog, hoping to erase it but as it turns out, those aren't fog. The ice spread across the window, covering up every corner of the glass.

I took a step back, when something dropped and a clang sounded in the room. I squatted down to the frozen tear of mine which had slid off my chin and fell to the ground. I turned my attention to the bottle of water in the room, half finished and frozen. I reached out a hand to grab it, expecting to feel the frigidity of the frozen ice, but I felt nothing cold in my palm.

Though I couldn't see the frozen solid in the bottle I could feel that the water wasn't rolling back and forth when I shook it. I gave the bottle a smash on the ground, crusting the ice and creating a loud thud echoing in the hollow room.

Then, everything was silent, I heard no footsteps outside this room. There was only my breathing and a calmed heart rate, I glanced at the door, wondering if this is the best time to attempt my planned escape.

I brought myself up before the door, my gaze stern on the door handle.

Without a second thought, I threw my hands on the handle, turning it open with my limbs prepared for a run.