Hide and Seek (Completed)

Chapter Ten

I opened my eyes. I was in my room at the institute. It seemed lonely. My beds ruffled sheets seemed to be inviting me in to sleep. I had a killer headache and I was so tired. My leg burned and my brain seemed to be spinning in circles.

"I haven't seen this room in ages." I heard.

I spun around. My gunshot wound stung for a second, then faded again. Rylie was right behind me, gawking at the room.

"What's so amazing about it?" I asked curiously.

"Oh. It just holds a lot of memories." She waved me off.

"And what are you doing here?" She seemed surprised by my question.

"Oh! I decided I couldn't let you come in here alone. That's not right. But I'll have to stay in here until we leave. Tessa can't see me."

I nodded my head. "So I just have to find Will and the others then we leave. Right?"

"Right. Now go."

I turned on my heel, heading straight for the door. My hand was inches from the handle when it swung open, hitting me square in the forehead as voices filled my room.

"...gone for weeks without so much as a trace. I don't know what to do next." Was all I heard before I fell flat on my back.

There was a pause. Then, "What was that?"

"It was my face!" I yelled, holding my aching head in my hands while still lying on the ground. It was dark before, due to the lights being off, but now I felt like I was staring right at the bright sun, and my eyes were going blind, yet I was seeing birds flapping above my head.

"Emma!" Someone shouted. "What on earth are you doing here? We've been searching for weeks and you just now decide to show up? Where have you been?"

"Avery, ease up. She got kidnapped." Wills familiar voice rebuddled.

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"Please shut up." I said politly, trying to rub away nausea. I tried standing up but my legs, my right leg specifically, failed me and I toppled backwards. The hit really did something to me.

"Emma. You're bleeding." Will said.
I touched my forehead and pulled away my hand, looking at my fingers for red, but there was none.

"No, not your head. Your leg." His voice was closer. "Your whole side is covered in blood."

I felt someone's arms go under my neck and legs. Then I was being lifted from the ground.

I tried to tell them that the blood was old, that I was healed now, but my voice wasn't working.

It wouldn't have mattered anyway. Everything went black.

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When I woke, a strange sense of déjà vu swept over me.

My dad and a women were talking, and I could hear them perfectly. It was almost as if I were reading their minds, listening to Mental Conversations. But I knew the difference.

"...are special and keep gifts from working on us. The bullet that shot her had the same... uniqueness about it. She was healed many times, from the looks of it, and whoever did it really tried their hardest. But the wound kept reversing and opening again because of the special bullet shrapnel." A women said. I could already tell she was super smart like Dr. Robitusin, her Flair pounding at my brain.

"But, she'll heal, right? What about the scars on her arms?" My dad's voice sounded worried and tired.

"Eventually. She'll heal like a mostly normal person would after a gunshot wound, but I think we can find some people, maybe Luck, to help quicken the process. The bullet was not entirely working, she seemed to have a sort of immunity against its effects. We can speed up her recovery remarkably because of who she is and what we are. As for the scars, they are unique. They look old like they've been there for years. But testing shows they're no more then a week old. She was cut in to and then healed very well. I'll have to take further tests to find out why she had been cut at all. The one on her back is almost three weeks old, which is how long she was gone. I figure that one was made immidiantly after her capture and stitched with great care."