A Secret Untold

Chapter 2: Meetings in Dreams.

Chapter 2:

I woke up as a soft knock echoed in my room. Standing up from my warm bed I opened the door and slowly crept down the hall.

"She is here, but far to vulnerable. You won't see her until I decide it, do you understand?" The voice of Jason said firmly.

"I do," said a soft, melodious voice. My mothers.... I felt a sob forcing its way out and an urge to sprint downstairs. But I didn't, instead I walked back the way I came and shut the door.

I examined where I was. I was in a spacious room with a bed, nightstand, a table and chair and a closet. The walls were bare white ones and the floor musty brown wood. It didn't feel cozy, and I doubt it would ever feel like home.

The air in the room was cold. I decided to go back to my bed. I regretted ever standing up because a migraine was coming on and that was, and never will be, a good sign.

Now you are probably wondering "Hey, Liz, why are mad scientists so eager to experiment on you?" Or something along those lines.

Well, you see, when I was born I was special. Not to sound stuck up or anything, but I was. And because of that I was branded with The Mark. Now you might think being special is all rainbows and unicorns and other crap, but in reality it's a life on the run. Never have I had a real home, and the period in my life where I lived with my mother, we had attacks everyday. It was disastrous. So during one of these attacks I fled, and the scientists realised that and left my mother alone.

But ever since then I was on the run. And I met some... people as I was hiding and that is how I got caught. I was foolish, to think that we would bond. I stayed in my hiding place for too long. But now I have grown up, and I know to never feel that way ever again.

But back to the point. The Mark is a sort of fate. A group of children, usually about five, are branded with it at birth. The other four have already been captured, as far as I am aware, which makes it even more interesting to catch me, since I have withstood their forces for such a long time. They are interested what's so different about me to survive for so long.

To be honest, I usually enjoy fighting them. They are easy to beat, but some times I get weary and get captured. I always escaped before, but if not for Jason, I don't think I would've lived. That is a bad sign. That sign means that I am growing weak, and with every day I weaken and soon enough I'll die. But with my luck, I'll get captured before I die which is even worse.

I was in a cold room made of steel. A tall woman with blue eyes and a thin mouth was standing in front of me. He platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her square glasses were perched firmly upon the bridge of her sharp nose.

"Well well, look who we have here. The famous Elizabeth.

"Now, you might be wondering how you can talk to me. You see, we were aware that you would escape, so I gave the order of injecting a tiny pod into the back of your neck. This way, I can contact you whenever I need to, as long as you are sleeping," she beamed at me, pleased with her cleverness. "But enough of that, we have business to discuss." She clapped her hands and a screen opened up along the opposite steel wall.

On it were shown the faces of the other four children.

"On the screen here you see four children, do you know who they are?"

"The other people branded with the Mark." I answered dryly.

"Good, very good. Now, here you have the statistics if theirs," the woman swept her hand over the screen. "This girl here, for instance, was captured almost immediately. She was quite clever, I'll give her that, but far too slow.

"This young man put a great fight. He would've lasted as long as you, but he was betrayed by someone he called a friend; one of our spies." I felt rage boiling inside me. I knew what it felt like, being used, being betrayed. I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. The woman didn't notice.

"The others, well you can imagine what happened, can't you. I mean, with a brain like yours," the woman turned towards me, a glint in her eyes.

"But you, you are the one I'm interested in. What is it in you that keeps you alive, hmm?"

The scene faded and I woke up, startled, with Jason's worried face looking at me intently. He heaved a sigh of relief when he realised I was awake.

I was debating on wether telling him what I saw, but I decided to leave the matter for another day. The poor boy didn't need another thing bothering him.