Heart of fire: Hoax

Chapter 8: Wake up

I woke up to the sound of a siren. I was so startled I fell face-first onto the ice-cold floor. I got a small bruise on my nose and, immediately started to turn purple. The siren came from my dream and I thought it was real. I shook my head and tried to fall asleep, but I failed. Given up, I went to the bathroom to get ready. My hair looked like an electrocuted rat, with black circles under my eyes. I looked half-dead in front of the mirror. I brushed my teeth, washed and got dressed. I waited in my room for a bit, not doing anything. I looked at the table with paper and pencils. I walked towards it. It's been a while since I drew. I sat down and picked up the black pencil.

'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!', 'YOU DID THIS!'. I was drawing every person I could see. I counted and there were forty-one people. The majority from my training. I drew them and how they died; a gunshot wound, brain damage, fire. I drew it all. I sat there and for the next hour, I filled at least five papers of dead people. I took all of them and laid them across the ground. "You're going to forget them, Sage," I told myself. "They are not real. You are just imagining them. Look." I looked at the drawings of them. I picked up a red pencil and scratched their faces off. Every person. I scratched their faces till you couldn't see the damage. Till they were unrecognizable. "Now they won't come back." I hope.

I got impatient so I went outside. The corridor was completely empty and dark. What time is it even? I kept on walking to a corridor which I never went to. It was far away from my room. There was a black door which stood out from the white walls like a sore thumb. It was slightly open so I went inside, checking if any security guards were nearby. I entered the room and it was breathtaking.

The floor was chequered with black and grey squares, a black desk and chair sat in front of the room while a shelf full of hundreds of files sat. It also had a plastic, human head, which made the atmosphere a bit more edgy. He had two paintings of himself on one side of the wall and there was a name tag on the desk in black and gold: Director: Levi F. I figured it was sir from the paintings. I walked across the room innocently curious why there were so many files just for the four of us. There was a file on his desk called: Project Nightowl. I looked behind me and opened the file, filled with horror. It talked about on October 12th he will press a button during a ceremony or speech that will release a bomb.  Why did he need the bombs? There were some drawing of the bomb. It was going to be huge. I kept reading until something caught my eye. The bombs were going to be military grade. What about Project Red? How was that connected to this? I searched the drawers till I found the yellow file. I flicked the pages and, there again, the same bomb. He is going to use a military grade bomb. But for what? Before I could find out why, I heard a muffled voice coming from the corridor. I didn't have time to think so I flew inside one of the drawers. One thing about my powers is I don't exactly turn to air but more like a light grey mist. You won't notice unless you take a second look. I peeked through the drawer and Levi came in talking to someone on the phone. "The children are ready, I have the file so why pause the operation?" I couldn't hear what was happening on the other end of the phone. "I know they're teens but they are extraordinary and trained to kill. They have done it before they can do it again. The last batch were just tests, but these kids are different. They have no way of escaping nor rejecting me. Remember I have full control? What- old women, the plan? We will have full power I can assure you when they all die. Gosh your memory is worse than a goldfish. Come here next week, and please for the love of God remember the date." He angrily cut the call and stormed off. I flew as fast as I could to my room, trying to beat Levi to it. Ten seconds later, I was panting like a dog sitting on my bed. I knew he wanted a bomb, he was talking to someone who wanted to pause the operation. The way he talked seemed blood-curdling. "You're up early," he said with a smile as he entered my room. "No need to get ready or anything, you get the day off today.