Fallon's POV
I woke to the putrid smell of puke, invading my nose. I brought a hand up to cover my nose and was greeted by a sticky, red substance covering my arm. My eye's traveled up and down my arm, while my brain started to awaken. My eye's roamed the room I was in. It was bare, nothing adorning it's walls, no furniture. The room was a soft white. No windows, no doors, no way to escape. My heart lept to my throat. How was I supposed to get out of here? Where was here?
I stood up. I tried to think back to what happened last night, but there was nothing. Suddenly, a hole appeared in one of the walls. In stepped a lady in a white business suit, with her blonde hair pulled back into a bun at the back of her head. She had small, sharp, angular features. It looked as if you could cut diamond with her cheekbones. Then I noticed it. Her eyes were white. Not a pale blue, vibrant white. I held in a gasp. There was no reason to be rude about it. These people might know a way out of here.
" Fallon Young, age 15, daughter of Drew and Alice Young," the lady rattled off all this information that I wasn't even sure was true. I gave her a puzzled look and was about to explain when one of the men next to her stabbed me with a needle.
" What," I asked. Then the room started to spin. Before I fell unconscious, I heard her talk into a microphone attached to her jacket.
" Fallon Young, age 15, daughter of Drew and Alice Young, multiplier and charmer is successfully sedated. Moving to lab 14 in t- 12 minutes."
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Once again I awoke in a white room. Only this time there was a crowd of people gathered around me.
" What is going on," I asked. No one answered.
" What is going on," I demanded.
" Don't fall for it," I heard someone whisper. Fall for what? Before I could demand again, the lady that fooled me and the man that sedated me stepped forward.
" Your name is Fallon Young, you are 15 years old, and your parents are Drew and Alice Young," as she told me this, my sedater held up pictures of a baby with a red-haired women and a brown haired man. They looked really happy.
" When you were in second grade we realized you were a charmer. Normally this is rare, but not unheard of. Then in the sixth grade we realized you were a multiplier. Your parents, unfortunately regretted to inform the government of this skill." Each word the lady spoke was perfectly rehearsed, carefully chosen and o-so perfectly delivered. I almost believed her.
" So," I said, " what's so special about that. I thought everyone was a superhero. That's what our parents are told to tell us. Isn't it?" I knew I was getting to her. Her lips pursed and her white eyes narrowed into slits. Let's see how far I could push her buttons.
" So, what are you going to do? Kill me? Would that look very good to the government? A mean old women like you, killing a sweet, innocent child like me because of something I can't help," A murmur arose throughout the crowd.
" Fallon, dear, I am immune to your charm, unlike these fools," she gestured to the people around me. The murmur grew louder. They apparently did not like being called fools. The lady looked around at the enraged individuals. There was something I didn't notice before. Fear. It was written all over her face. She was scared. As the lady tried to deal with the crowd, I fled. I'd like to say I was brave and resourceful, but I can't. When I left the room I ran.
I slowed to a stop when I heard a wail. It was just ahead of me, in one of the rooms. I stood for a minute debating whether to investigate or save myself. A cry cut through my thinking, louder than before. Giving in, I jogged down the hallway to find out what was going on.
