Rebel Born [FIRST DRAFT]

Chapter 28: Discovery

I made my way back to the Syndicate management building. My mind was a mix between a screaming banshee and an ice cube. I would run a few steps only to slow to a stop and stand still for a moment, eyes glossing over as my mind wanders back.

I must have walked myself back to the Syndicate management building eventually, and made my way down to the labs because I walked right into Isabelle. She stood in front of me with her arms crossed, an amused look on her face. "You okay there, Amelia?" She asked, her eyebrows raised.

I opened my mouth to answer but closed it as I tugged on the ends of my hair in embarrassment. Isabelle leaned in and whispered, "does it have something to do with Christopher?"

I felt my cheeks immediately flame up and I bowed my head down so that my hair would fall in front of my face to hide it. I heard Isabelle chuckle before she moved behind me to push me towards my room.

She sat me down on my bed and sat beside me. "Tell me, what happened."

I stayed silent, but my fingers automatically found its way to my lips. This seemed to have revealed everything to Isabelle as she gasped dramatically. "No way."

I snuck a look at her through the strands of my hair. She looked strangely proud. "Huh, who knew he had it in him." My face scrunched up in confusion and I leaned backwards and parted my hair, sliding it back over my shoulders.

"Well," She gave me a nudge, "how do you feel about him?"

I looked down at my fingers. "I... I don't know." I whispered. I curled up into a ball, wrapping my arms around my legs. "I've never felt like this before."

Isabelle gave me a small smile as she smoothed a hand over my hair. "I'm sure you'll figure it out soon."

I looked at her before looking away. "It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't gone out of control earlier."

I could feel Isabelle tense up beside me. I turned to look at her. "Did you hear about that?"

"I know that the remaining criminals were found in one of the smaller alleys bloodied and beat up... I just hoped it wasn't you who did it." Isabelle had whispered the last part in a quiet voice but I managed to pick up on it.

"Isabelle." I prompted her to look at me. "What's happening to me."

Silence reigned in the air around us.

"My dizzy spells, my headaches, and the recent incidences when I went out of control. What's going on?"

Still no reply from Isabelle. She heaved a huge breath before she stood up and shot me a distracted smile. "I don't think I've added your fingerprints on every access door yet. I should go do that. Get some sleep."

"Wait, wha – Isabelle!" She closed the door behind her as she left the room. Confused, I laid down on my bed.

I let out a sigh before I slipped under my blankets and drifted off to sleep.

And of course, the first person I meet the next day was Christopher. I stood in front of him twitching slightly in awkwardness. He stood in his spot, running through his hand through his hair in equal awkwardness.

"So, um..." Christopher attempted to start a conversation.

I began to rock back on forth on my feet. "Thanks for helping me last night." I muttered quietly, sneaking glances at him before looking away.

Christopher seemed to be startled by this, "you're welcome. And, um, sorry about... the other thing."

I could already feel the fire building in my cheeks and hunched over. "It's okay." I mumbled in a barely audible voice.