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Chapter 6

I woke up with blurry vision, and a loud beeping in my ears. "She's awake!" I felt a searing pain in my head, and I tried to move, but my body denied my request. I kept trying to force myself to move. No avail.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I managed to turn my head, and saw a blurry face. "(Y/N). Breath, you're in the middle of a test-"

"Who are you!?" I yelled, still trying to move. "Why can't I move!?"

"We're going to put you under. Now while you're under we will be recording your brain waves."

"Why am I here? I don't have the money for this."

"We'll pay for it, just breath."

Breath. I haven't heard that word in years. I sucked in as much air as my lungs would allow. The burning feeling arrived, and I exhaled. "Now please close your eyes."

I did as I was told, and moments later I found myself falling asleep, but I didn't fight the feeling.

Everyone around me was crowded in one area. I couldn't see what was in the middle, so I fought my way through the crowd to see.

When I managed to get to the front I wasn't sure what I was looking at. It was a girl on her knees leaning over, struggling to breath. She had (H/C) and seemed young. I checked my surroundings.

Phoenix Drop High.

Why was I here? Who was she? I moved around to get a better look. When I saw her face all I could do was stare with wide eyes.

That little girl was... me? Young me of course, but still.

What kind of dream is this?

"It's not a dream." I spun around and saw a man I didn't recognize. Tall, Brown hair, silver eyes, piercing stare. He had a strong build and looked intimidating, which is saying a lot for me since I'm a cop.

"W-Who are you?" I spoke.

"You'll know in time," he replied smoothly. I nodded already realizing I wasn't going to get an actual answer to my question.

"Then what do you mean it's not a dream?" I asked, stepping closer, ignoring the faint pounding in my ears.

"It's more a memory from a different perspective."

"Okay... do you know why I'm here?"

"Well while those doctors out there determine what's wrong with you brain you're going to be here with me."

"Doing what may I ask?"

"Training."

"For what?"

"There's a lot more coming than you'd think," he smirked.

"Okay. How so are we going to be training?"

"You seriously don't know yet?" He laughed. I furrowed my eyebrows together.

"No. What is it?"

"Your ability."

"What?"

"There's a reason you weren't supposed to feel emotions. You were born to be a fearless warrior, one who maintains their anger, feels no guilt in killing one who confuses the enemy. While doing so you can also learn to detect emotions in other. Through the way their voice sounds."

"So just from the noises they make I can understand their emotions?"

"And if you can't detect it through their voice you look into their eyes. Here look into mine and tell me what you see," he says, stepping forward. I started intently into his silver filled eyes.

I couldn't tell at first, but after a moment I detected sorrow. "Sorrow... are you sad?" I asked backing up.

"Severely."

"But your face looks so calm."

"You will learn to do the same eventually. It's what the enemy sees that the enemy will fear. If they see a girl freaking out, a mess, in this case then they'll feel strong. Do you want to be the weak one?"

"I'm never the weak one. And I don't even know what I'm fighting here."

"You'll see soon enough. But trust me when I say you better not get too attached to anyone. It'll be the ones you care for most that'll go first." I nodded at his words.

"That's similar to one of the first things we learned in police training. Don't let the criminal know anything about you personally. It could effect you in terrible ways."

"Very good."

"Now what?"

"Now you wait."

"For what exactly?"

"Till the next time we meet. And be careful with that, Aaron boy. He has a strange aura."

"Wait, how can I trust what you say?" I asked.

"Because. I'm the voice inside your head. The one that tells you right from wrong and tells you to do the wrong anyways."

"What?"

"I'm like a living spirit in your head, but I'm just trying to help. You can't exactly expel me from you either. Believe me you've tried without even knowing."

"What?"

"That's enough questions for now. It's time to wake up."

"It's time to wake up. It's time to wake up. It's time to wake up." A stern voice repeated. I felt my eyes open and I sat up quickly, half expecting the man to be leaning against the wall smirking. "Did you see something?" A voice asked.

"Uh, no... it's nothing," I said taking a deep breath, calming myself. I looked at the group of doctors as they crowded around a small machine. "Did you find anything?" I asked to them.

One of the females turned and walked towards me. "Miss. (L/N)."

"Yes Doctor... Luna," I read the name tag.

"We have some interesting results. Would you like to see them?"

"Uh... sure." I nodded. She grabbed a copy of the results, and handed it to me. I studied it for a moment. "Aren't there supposed to be like scribbles here not straight lines?"

"Exactly. You brain waves are dead... yet you are somehow still sitting here, breathing and talking to me. She handed me a leather covered book.

"Here."

"What's this?" I asked.

"It's to record."

"Record what exactly?"

"Anything. Your dreams, thoughts, and whatever you're feeling."

"What if I'm not feeling anything?" I asked.

"...then you write nothing."

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"Well our thoughts are set on one thing. This isn't very good."