The S-Force

3: Kylie

I stopped the moving car just in time, suspending it mid air and making it land gently on my hands.

"Everyone go!" I ordered. I got in position to carefully put down the car as everyone moved out of the way. A building nearby began crumbling.

"Help." Voices began screaming and crying. I quickly put down the car and rushed to the building.

"Don't panic please stay calm." I called out, stretching out my hands, stopping the building from collapsing immediately. "Exit the building calmly." I instructed.

I let the building gently come down and breathed a huge sigh of relief. The buildings and cars disappeared and I was left with the all concrete room that strangely looked sterile. The simulation training was over.

"Training complete. Candidate 19X report to the conference hall now." The robotic voice filled the room. I had no idea what the speakers could possibly want.

The conference hall only had a place for the speakers to sit. Anyone who was summoned was usually summoned very briefly. They hated unnecessary chatter and filler silences.

"Candidate 19X as the last candidate standing in your year," the middle speaker pushed something on the big stand they sat behind and a smaller stand came out of the floor, "you have been recruited into one of the elite team of superheroes we have."

I picked up the slip on the stand and clicked it open with my thumbprint.

Congratulations Kylie McCoy(Candidate 19X). You have been selected out of several candidates to join the Super Force. A representative will be pick you up shortly.

"You are dismissed." The middle speaker declared.

I headed back to my room. The small space with a bunk bed, the bottom bunk was empty. My roommate had failed the second test for stage three and had to leave. More like she was kicked out but it sounded better saying she had to leave than saying she was kicked out.

I packed my sparse possessions into a small box. The few clothes I had, my training uniform and the spare, my journals, old books and maps, my slips, pens and pencils, keys to my parents house and footwear all fit into a small box with a bit of difficulty but I did not want to take up too much space where I was going.

Rocking the boat anywhere or sticking out like a sore thumb was my biggest fear. A fear I wasn't sure I wanted to overcome. I was determined to do my best in the S-Force while keeping my head down at the same time. It seemed impossible but I had managed to do it throughout my stay at the training facility. Hopefully it wasn't difficult to carry on with it in the S-Force.

My thoughts kept me up at night and I had trouble getting a good night's worth of sleep.

The representative that picked me up the following morning was a strange looking man who was very short and very punctual. I was still asleep when he walked into my room and woke me up. I wasn't given enough time to freshen up. I could only brush my teeth and wash my face before I was hustled out of my room.

"Do you need to carry that?" The representative clucked. He actually clucked. Just like a chicken.

"Carry what?" I asked him.

"The box. You're not going to need any of these where we're going."

"Even if I don't need it, I can't leave the things in this box behind. When I get the chance, I'll drop them with my parents."

The representative hesitated then sighed. "Very well. You may take your box with you."

"Thanks." I said gratefully.

I was ushered onto the S-craft. And we were off to the place that held my fate in its walls.