Super Simulator

Chapter 29- MOFO ASSES INTO SPACE

I groaned. My head hurt like shit. SHIT!

Why do I always seemed to get knocked the hell out? And then wake up in an unfamiliar place?

I looked around. The room was a blinding white, and I seemed to have an IV in my arm. What the hell? Was I in a hospital? We don't have that in the mansion, but I'm sure we have a medical room. If we looked hard enough.

I ripped the IV out. I'm SUUUURE I didn't need it. It still hurt, though. I groaned, why isn't it like ripping a band aid off? Whatever, I'll live with it. I've been hurt a lot worse.

I stood up and noticed I was in the same outfit as I was when we first got to the mansion, and in the tanks. The white T-shirt, sweatpants, and converse. Everything in this room seemed to be a blinding white. It hurt my eyes. Can I give myself an illusion? Doubt it.

I opened the door and created a blaze in one hand. I have no idea what these fuckers want, but I'm not giving up without a fight. I narrowed my eyes, the smell of medicine overwhelmed my senses. The silence was deafening, and the fabric brushed against my skin as I stalked through the hall. I turned to my door.

"The Dreamer"

"The Awakened"

"The Success"

"The Dangerous"

"The Flame"

I stared at my door. Seriously? Was this to describe me? A Flame? A Dreamer? A Success? Awakened and Dangerous? Shit. Why so many? FIVE? Damn, like, just call me Emera!

I made my flame grow bigger and brighter. I already knew these people were watching us, now I'd like to know why they dragged me in here.

I stalked through the halls when I bumped into a figure, a male in a lab coat.

I pushed him against the wall and saw the face of a really, really cute guy.

He had grey, stormy eyes. The ones that looked like they trapped a thunderstorm in there, dark and mysterious. His black bangs fell over his face, as he stared back at me. He seemed to be about my age, 17 I'd guess. His pale skin brushed against my extinguished hand, which was still a bit warm.

He stared at me, practically in awe. "Wow," he barely breathed, his hot breath I could barely feel. I raised an eyebrow. Wow? Why did he say that? Is it because he was one of the people, who had been watching me? Or because I knocked him against the wall?

"Is that supposed to mean something?" I asked him, giving a questionable look. He simply stared at me, and once again barely audible, breathed the word, "Wow."

I released him. He seemed harmless enough.

"Where am I exactly? I can tell from your lab coat you're one of them, which means you most likely know who I am. Though I'm surprised they hired someone our age. So tell me, why did you guys bloody drag me here?" I asked him, sending him a hardening glare and crossing my arms.

Why do I seem to be pissed off at cute guys lately? Oh yeah, right.

"I'm Spencer, I was hired since my sister, Britney, works here too. And, well you woke up earlier than expected, but I'm sure you're used to that already. No wonder one of your nicknames is 'The Awakened'," he scratched the back of his neck. I could see a small tint of pink against his cheeks, which only brought out his grey eyes even more.

"You're in the recovery wing, or the guest wing. Whatever you'd like to call it. And . . . well, I was sent here to explain any questions you may have," he told me. I gave him a slight nod, feeling, still slightly, confused as to why he was staring at me. "What's up with the nicknames on the door?" I nodded to the room I was in.

"Well, they call you 'Dreamer' because you seem to daydream frequently, and when we hooked you up to some of the patients frontal lobe's dream nerve and section. And 'Awakened' since you somehow woke up in the tank you were being held in, and you seem to wake up in some of the weirdest places. The 'Success' because, well I'm sure you can figure that one out." That one I got, because of my soon to be 5 powers. "We also call you the 'Dangerous' because, well. You just are. And 'Flame' because you have a lot of fire, more energy, more . . . life," he finished.

"Well, seems like I've gotten myself quite a reputation here. But I wish you picked better nicknames for me, like 'Awesomeness',or 'Poison', or 'GONNA KICK THESE MOFO ASSES INTO SPACE', " I told him. He laughed, "Duly noted."

"So, where are we? Exactly," I asked him. He frowned, "Er, let's just say we are in a top secret government restricted place for experiments, weapons, and theories," he said. I frowned, were we experiments or weapons? I looked around, seeing as my eyes were getting used to the bright lights and white walls.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked. It was only, well what I think was, hours ago that I discovered I had more than 4 powers, even though 3 was supposed to be the limit.

"You see, we were very surprised by the fact you had, or will have, five powers. It's far more than we estimated, and-and it's incredible! You're a legend! A very powerful Source! You read from the book it was like 3, or 4 powers. Tops. You're our greatest success! And you, well, we want to find out whats so special about you," he said.

I frowned, after all, it felt as if they were saying I was some sort of prize. What's so special about me? That's a question I've been wondering for years, even from past tormentors. But, at the moment, I did feel like an experiment. One that didn't erupt like a dick. Or volcano. Same thing.

I simply stared at the boy, who was brushing his black locks out of his face, which I'd admit, looked really cute. "What are you guys gonna do to me? And when will I get back?" I asked.

"Oh, well we need to run a few more tests on you. And when we are done, though it may take a few weeks, we'll put you back in the simulator," he said.

With that, I shot up. "A few weeks? MORE tests? Was I already IN a test? Was I in a simulator? Were WE in a simulator? They ARE in a simulator?!" I asked him. I was practically shouting, but I could care less.

"OK, um. That wasn't supposed to slip out that way. OK. So. Yes, you've been on a test your entire life. Since we always find kids with the specific genes, with the potential to be Sources. People with special powers. We've been watching you Emera, your entire life. Once you were of age, we were going to extract you into the simulator. We have the high technology here at the lab. And your group has been the most successful, they quite the other experimental groups in focusing on yours alone. Now we have multiple people focusing on one of you ten. You were all put into the tanks, unconscious, drugged with the antidote that will let you develop and activate the gene so you would get your powers. We hooked you guys up into the wires, which connect to your nervous system and brain, so we can track your progress, and use the simulation. You were hooked up to another place, into a simulator. But all simulators are part of one place, and it's called the SOMNIUM Which is Latin for Dream. You may recognize it as a title for a chapter in that book you guys found. Although you were never supposed to find it... Anyway, we didn't suspect you and Jason would be Wunders, or well, MORE than that. There isn't even a word for someone with more than 4 powers! Wunders are extremely rare anyway, and they have 4 powers! We need to find out what makes you so unique."

I stared at him in shock. Were we in a simulator? I guess I should've known that. Was I unique? Well, bitch truly. Am I more than a Wunder? Were we in the SOMNIUM? What about the others? They surely know I'm gone, I disappeared right in front of them. But me- the others- we've been tracked down for THIS our entire lives?

And for the up-teenth time since this whole mess started, I fell asleep.