Claire's P.O.V.
"More snow more snow!" My little sister, Amanda, cheered.
"Only a little more Amanda. We have to clean all of this up before mom and dad get home. Remember what happened last time?" I reminded her.
"Yes..." she mumbled. We had gotten in huge trouble for covering the whole house in snow. "Can I have more snow now?"
"Alright." I faced my palms up towards the ceiling, letting the snow shoot up. The snow fluttered down around Amanda and I, making her squeal with joy. She jumped around and tried to catch snowflakes on her tongue. Now I know what you're thinking. Did I really just make snow come out of my hands? Well to answer your question, yes. Yes I did.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Claire Sullivan, I'm 16 years old and I have ice powers. Cool huh? Well not really. My parents want me to keep my powers a secret. They think that something bad will happen if someone finds out. What's the point of having powers if you can't show them off? Everyday I worry that I might slip up and reveal my... "gift." I can't let that happen... again.
~Flashback~
I was doing an experiment in Science. I wasn't very interested so I spaced out in the middle of it. I was pulled from my thoughts when the heard someone gasp. Afraid I had spilled something, I quickly looked down. But it wasn't a spill I saw. The beaker in my hand and the liquid inside had completely iced over. Shocked, I accidentally dropped the beaker. It made a loud noise but, thankfully, didn't break.
"Woah! Look at the beaker!"
"Hey! How come mine didn't do that?"
"Yeah! How'd you do that Claire?" Everyone started talking at once. I stood there speechless, praying no one was suspicious.
"Mr. Evans? Is that part of the experiment?" Someone asked, making my blood turn cold. Mr. Evans, the science teacher, shook his head.
"That's never happened before..." he looked at me curiously. "How'd you do that Claire?"
"I- I don't... I don't know." I stuttered. My heart was beating a mile a minute. He narrowed his eyes at me. Finally, after what felt like eternity, he looked down at the beaker, picked it up and observed it for a minute.
"I'm going to get you a new beaker." Mr. Evans mumbled. But instead of taking a new beaker out of the cabinet, he walked out of the classroom, taking the beaker with him.
~End of flashback~
I never found out where Mr. Evans went or what he did with the beaker. He never came back into the classroom. I also never told my parents what happened that day. They would've given me whole lecture about how I have to be more careful and stuff. I didn't want to sit through that. I've heard the same thing over a million times.
*Knock knock*
There was a loud knock at the door. Amanda stopped playing and became quiet.
"Did you invite someone over?" She asked.
"No..." Another knock, louder this time. More urgent. I got up and started to walk to the front door.
"Start cleaning up!" I called to Amanda then opened the door. A man in a black suit and dark sunglasses stood there, his face expressionless.
"Uh... C-can I he-" the man cut me off by grabbing me and putting a hand over my mouth. I tried to call out for Amanda but only a muffled cry came out. I kicked and waved my arms, but nothing I did loosened the man's grip.
"Claire?" I heard Amanda call as the man started dragging me away from the house. He brought me to a black van and shoved me in. "Claire what's happening?!" I saw Amanda appear in the doorway just before the man slammed the door in my face. I tried to get the door opened but it wouldn't move.
"Amanda help!" I cried out while banging on the window. She couldn't see me, the windows were tinted. But maybe if she could hear me..
"It's no use dear." I jumped at the voice coming from inside the van. I turned to see another man in a black suit with sunglasses sitting in the drivers seat. "She can't see or hear you."
"The girl has been taken care of." The first man said while getting in. "Let's go." We sped off, leaving my house and Amanda behind.
"What girl? Amanda?! What did you do to her?" I practically screamed. I swear if they hurt her.
"Calm down. We just made sure she wasn't like you." The man in the passenger seat said. Like me?
"What's that supposed to me? Where are you taking me? What do you want?"
"We're taking you to Area 51."
"Wait what? Area 51? That place is for aliens! I'm not an alien!!" The man driving let out a laugh.
"Aliens? Is that what they're saying now? Area 51 isn't for aliens Claire."
"How do you know my name? And if it's not for aliens then what's it for?"
"We'll explain everything once we get there."
"But-"
"That's enough!" The man driving snapped.
"Could you just answer one more question?" I squeaked. The man sighed. I took that as a yes.
"Did you hurt my sister?"
"She's fine." He answered bluntly. I shut up after that.
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After what felt like years, the van finally came to a stop.
"Get out. We're here." The man said swinging the door open and pulling me out. I took in my surroundings. There were a bunch of buildings crowded together, but all around them was empty desert. It seemed like we were in the middle of nowhere. I looked over at the two men who were taking bags out of the van. Before I knew it I was running. I didn't know where I was going, and there was probably security all over, but I had to try and get out of here.
"Hey!" I heard someone shout. "Get her!" I turned around to see the two men chasing after me. I turned back around and started to run faster but bumped into something. It was a big bodyguard looking man, dressed the men who brought me here. He grabbed me and started to take me towards one of the buildings.
"Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed while kicking. For a moment the man loosened his grip, and I almost got free. But then I felt a sharp pain in my left arm. I looked and saw that the man had injected me with something. He pulled the needle out and almost immediately I lost all feeling in my body. My legs collapsed under me, and I watched as the world slowly turned black.
