Legacy (Completed)

Chapter 1

My eyes popped open, my breath coming out in short heavy pants as I looked around. Dark. Everything was pitch black. Hyperventilating breaths racked my body as I frantically searched around fruitlessly. Where am I? How did I get here?

Suddenly I slid forward, my body moving over divots in the ground. A small screech left my mouth as I went to protect my head from running into anything with my hands. That's when I found them bound, the skin painfully irritated whenever I tugged against them. I stopped moving, a slight jiggle running through wherever I was. I'm in a... car?

I started moving again this time sliding a bit the opposite way, only confirming my suspicions. Slowly my eyes started adjusting to the little light provided. I found myself staring at a metal roof a few feet in the air above me. To either of my sides, I found a wooden bench built in.

The vehicle took a sudden quick stop, causing me to whip across the floor, my head banging heavily into a blunt object. I groaned, trying to stretch my arms around to rub the sore spot. With a squeaking groan, the doors were ripped open. Half a dozen bright orbs danced in the still air. A sharp feeling tugged at my ankles, and I was dragged from the the back of the van.

A harsh hold went around each of my arms as I disorientingly tried to get my bearings. A heavy sounding door opened up in front of me somewhere, and I was jerked forward into a building. Lifting my head, I took in a brightly lit, white corridor. I squinted my eyes as we rounded a corner, my eyes burning as they tried to adjust to the new amount of light.

"Attention all personnel: Subject Gen 2 L-948 has arrived to door I. Be at the ready. Potential for defensive tactics are at two. I repeat Subject Gen 2 L-948 has entered door I," crackled a voice over the system of walkie-talkies. I opened my mouth to ask what or who the subject was, but all that I could manage out was a small, airy gasp.

I slouched against their hold, giving up on trying to keep aware of my surroundings. A deep sigh slipped from my mouth as I stared at the floor passing below me. There's always another way to find out information. I thought internally as I closed my eyes and focused on finding the brain waves around me. Nothing. My eyes opened when I didn't hear anything, a frown donning my face. Well, that's strange.

Soon a plain, white door stood imposingly in front of me. Opening up, Another plain, white room greeted me. They need to hire a better interior decorator. All that the room held was a single over hanging light, a dark colored, rectangular table, and a metal chair on either side of the table. Please tell me this isn't the interrogation room, this is so cliche. I thought the police force got over these in the early 2040s.

They sat me roughly in one of the seats, leaving with a loud slam of the door. It caused me to jump at the noise before quickly diverting my eyes to dart around the room. On the same wall as the door, I noticed a large, black rectangle. A one way window. I picked up my bound hands, waving at the window with one of them.

My eyes continued to roam the bleak room. I wonder where I am? Why was I even brought here? I settled into my chair more, developing a slump as my butt slid towards the end of the seat. I let out a shaky breath. This is freaky to say the least. At least I'm not being bothered. I closed my eyes in attempts to calm my heart. I instinctively bit my bottom lip, chewing on it lightly.

'God... Bishop is so hot.' My eyes snapped open as the thought filtered in to my head. At the sound, I reached instinctively for my face to find my glasses were gone. Well, shit. How did I not notice that earlier?

'I'm totally going to grab donuts after work.'

'I wonder how many men in the building would bang me...'

'Can't this place give us some decent tech training? I'm shit with all these buttons!'

'I hope this girl doesn't give me too much trouble.' Came the closest thought. It had me turning in my seat, my eyes meeting the door as it opened. A man stepped in, closing the door behind him before heading towards the opposite side of the table than me.

He was more than likely mid thirties, his light colored hair short and well kept. Stubble sprinkled his thin jaw, thickening into a mustache under his hooked nose.

He sat down without a word, and pulled out two, black, rectangular rods about half an inch thick. As he pulled them apart, a flexible glass screen was revealed, powering up once the black sides clicked into place. I watched as he slid his finger over the screen, opening up an app before turning it around and placing it on the table for me to see.

I gave him a wary, hesitant look, trying to read what he was thinking. A mental barrier was up, preventing me from finding anything. I brought my interest down to the tablet, finding a picture of me recently. It was a picture of my full face, and even though I was facing the camera, I didn't notice it was there. I was laughing at whatever was cropped out of the picture. I shot a look up to the man, finding him watching me with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms.

Bringing my eyes back down to the profile I scanned through it.

Jacqueline "Jac" Mullen

Age: 26

Description: blue eyes, dark blonde hair, 5'4", pale

Abilities: One Way Telepathy, Binding, Mind Walking, Omnilingualism

Family Origin: Ireland

As I read through the detailed report, I found things I didn't even remember.

January 5, 2079- Jacqueline Mullen was born

March 10, 2084- dreamed to become next well-known superstar "just like grandma's idol Halsey"

May 19, 2090- started her first period

December 21, 2090- discovered her ability

August 25, 2094- decided to become a psychiatrist

I looked back up at the man in horror as little details filled in date between the bolder ones. I scrolled all the way to the bottom, where the a series of words stood in the boldest and largest font.

Generation 2: Legacy 948- Innocent

I pushed the tablet away from me, instinctively folding a leg over the other. I shuffled slowly, bringing my hands to rest on the table. My fingers clasped together tightly as I dragged my eyes up to the man in front of me.

"Why do you- How do you have all this information on me?" I questioned, my voice coming out strained and tight with discomfort. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table as his fingertips rested against the other.

"We've been watching you since you were young because you're a Legacy. Our agency exists to make sure your kind doesn't go awry." He paused before going on, his gaze darting between my eyes like he was searching for something. "And because of our objective, we now need your help in order to keep it true."