Pandemonium

Chapter Two

   Immediately, Pandora went into attack mode. She began to use her bilocation ability and appeared twice in front of Paige. “I was merely a result,” they said. “A result, nothing more.”

   Paige shook her head. “Pandy, no, you don’t understand. It was torture that I had to give you to them.”

   They searched Paige’s mind, but found no remorse for the removal of her child from her arms at Pandora’s birth. “You lie.”

   Paige smirked. “Yes, I forgot about your psychometry. The ability to obtain information about a person, am I correct?”

   Pandora surged her other half into her body. “Correct,” she said.

   “Guess I shouldn’t be lying to you, huh?”               

   Pandora smiled feebly. “Correct again.”

   “Why must you kill, Pandora? You’re beautiful. You’ll find love.”

   “Who?! Adam? Dr. Ross?! I’ll die here! YOU’RE TERMINATING ME!”

   With as much force as she could harness, she pushed her hands out in front of her, throwing Paige into the metal door, which, due to Pandora’s metal moving ability, ripped off its hinges and sent Paige flying to the hallway. Pandora stepped over the debris, taking her first free step.

   A light unhooked from the wire, sending it in a direct downfall to Pandora’s head. At the last moment, her arm moved at the speed of light, using her telekinesis to stop it merely inches from killing her. She made a fist, bending the metal and fashioning it into a million tiny bullets. She held them behind her as SWAT showed up, aiming their guns at her.

   “Pandora!” Dr. Ross called. “You don’t have to do this!”

   Pandora smirked. “I don’t have to die, either.” Then she sent the bullets flying.

   Afterwards, it was easy after she probed Dr. Ross’s brain for the information she needed. She stopped by the DNA Rehabilitation Center, where Adam was being held due to severe brain damage. She looked down at the gender bend. He had the same black hair, the same green glow of his open eyes. He hung suspended an inch from the hospital bed, but Pandora could tell he wasn’t awake. Coma. That was the word Dr. Ross used to describe his current state.

   Dr. Ross was dead, as was Paige. Her parents? Pandora would never know. Even if they were her biological parents, Pandora was sure she had no true family.

   She held her hand out, palm down, above Adam’s body, targeting his veins, all of them. She blinked, her eyes giving off the same green glow Adam’s gave off. With a single, bloody tear, she made a fist.

   The monitor beside him fell into a continuous beep as he died.

   Pandora’s first step into the outside world wasn’t a big thing for her. Mostly because she was running, and she couldn’t stop to even think about it.

   Her white, long-sleeved, button-up shirt was stained with blood. Her long, white, cotton pants were also stained with blood. She didn’t know whose blood it was: hers or someone else’s.

   Pandora ran into the parking lot, moving cars with her hands without actually laying a finger on them. As she approached the metal gate barricading her from the city, she held out her hand and made a fist, ripping it off its hinges and curling it into a ball as if it were tin foil.

   A bullet flew merely inches from her face, causing her to duck with a shriek. She turned and pushed her left hand towards the attacker, causing him to fly back into a car.

   She ducked around the brick wall that once held the gate and closed her eyes. When she reopened them, they glowed green.

   She’d rarely used her telepathy before. She never did like reading the thoughts of the scientists, or feeling their emotions. They had always scared her. She’d only use the power when necessary. “When was the termination due?” she asked her attacker.

   She continued to listen to his thoughts, but he was silent. She asked the question again, more forcefully this time, even adding, “If you don’t answer me, I’ll pop your brains out!”

   Her attacker answered with a gasp. “Your thirteenth birthday! November seventh!”

   “And today’s date?”

   “November fifth!”

   Pandora froze. She was closer to her thirteenth birthday than she thought. Without another thought, she targeted the man’s heart and closed her fist. He died instantly.

   Once he was dead, she deeply regretted it. She could’ve taken more information from him.

   Silently cursing herself, she took off running into the neighboring woods, away from the city and the lab where she was born and grew up in. After hearing the shouts of the survivors of the SWAT Team, she climbed up into one of the trees. Its bark was red, unlike the brown bark she grew up seeing. In the tallest branch, she stopped to rest.

   Would she be able to make it in the real world? With her advanced senses, agility, strength, and enhanced IQ? She had an IQ of 189, way past the genius level of humanity.

   She was smarter, faster than the SWAT team members. She wasn’t going back. She wasn’t going to die.

   The SWAT members stopped below her. “She’s here,” one of them said, looking down at a thin, clear device with LED lights embedded in it. He tapped the screen a couple of times, then there was a loud beeping noise. All the members looked straight up at Pandora.

   There was a small green light blinking in the middle of Pandora’s arm. A tracking device.

   With a small shriek, Pandora concentrated on the clear device in that one man’s hand, taking it from him and smashing it, sending the glass falling below her.

   With a quick sweep of her hand, she let the earth swallow the SWAT members up, burying them alive.

   She fled.

   Inside the debris back at the lab, two tattered scientists, one man, one woman, stood over the dead body of Adam. “She killed him,” the man growled. “She deserves death!”

   “Phineas, you can’t blame her,” the woman looks down at Adam. “It’s in her DNA.”