Rebel

Chapter Fourty Seven

    I was pacing the length of the room, muttering angrily under my breath. Earlier I had asked some official looking Santarian leader if I could use a piece of paper or a notebook. He had just scoffed at me and said that they don't waste valuable supplies on the pleasure of ruffians. I was about to kick him, but then I thought that the excitement of getting in trouble might shake my genius idea out of my head, so I decided against it.

Living like this was difficult. If I were still living in foster care with Steve, then I'd just write down my thoughts in my notebook. And if I were still living at the compound with Morsie, then I'd use the mothic to make myself a holo and just type it in there. But no, I'm living in this stupid place, where I'm not even allowed a scrap of paper! Urg!

I was about to grab something to throw at the wall, when there was a knock on the door. "I don't want visitors, go away!" I yelled.

"I have no desire to 'visit'," Came Eliza's voice from the other side of the door.

I sighed, "Then why the bleeding heck are you here?" I demanded.

"You're needed in the laboratories."

"Again!?" I threw my hands up into the air, "This is like, the twelfth time I've been called down there this week! They just have to face it, they'll never be able to recreate the metamorphosis."

"First of all, it's the second time you've been summoned, you diva. And second, you're wrong about that."

I rolled my eyes, "Your faith is misplaced."

There was a pause, "It's not faith," Eliza finally said.

I froze, before marching over to the door and throwing it open. Eliza was standing there with her gloved hands crossed. "What are you trying to say?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes.

"I'm sayin' that they figured it out," Eliza said, raising a brow. "They're officially looking for their first test subject."

We walked down the halls at a very swift pace, quickly arriving at the laboratory. Eliza shoved open the door to the main entrance and walked in, with me following closely behind.

"I got her." Eliza said to the group of people waiting in the room. All of the rebels were there, waiting towards the edge of the room. Many scientists and doctors were standing at the back of the room, all in white lab coats. After glancing around the room, I walked over to Alexsandra and the others. Before I could say anything, one of the scientists started talking.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming." He said, "I'm sure you're all excited about the news, but for those of you who haven't heard, I'll just restate it." He straightened up a little, "After a while of interviews and hard work from our scientists, we have managed to replicate the metamorphosis process that was originally used by Dr. Morsie herself."

The scientists and doctors broke into applause, the sound of their clapping echoing around the small room.

The original scientist to talk continued, "Yes, yes, thanks to Miss Olwyn Reed, we have gotten enough information to recreate the process. The only thing left to do is to test it. And for that, we need a volunteer."

"Wait, wait, wait, hold up." I said, stepping forward. Up closer I could see the scientist's name tag which read "Marcus Draper". Everyone in the room stared at me, but I continued even under their scrutiny, "Are we sure this thing is safe? If you even made one mistake with the recreation, it could mean death for the testee."

"That's another thing." Marcus said, looking around the crowd, "We will be accepting volunteers for the test, and they must know that there is potential for unexpected errors or danger with the process."

I gaped at him, not even caring if I looked like an idiot. Did he even realize that even a single, small mistake with the recreation could mean certain death for whoever they are testing in on?

It was silent for a moment, before Aiden cleared his throat, "So you're saying that you're gonna have people go under even though it could be life threatening?"

"We're saying," Another scientist cut in, "that we're accepting volunteers for our life saving experiment, under the idea that though it could be dangerous for them, it is for the benefit of the world."

I opened my mouth to say something, but a doctor cut in, "Listen, Sage Cordell, we understand that you may have some objections, but you're not going under anyway, so it doesn't matter. You already have your ability."

I still had a lot of things I had to say, but Marcus continued, "Well now that we're here, we will give you all three minutes to think, and then we will accept volunteers."