Fate

Promises

The next few times Dr. Kooz came to my room I practiced my powers on him. Some might say it wrong, but everything in this place is wrong. If I wanted to escape with everyone I love I'm going to have to committ a few wrongs myself. 

"What else do you know about Fate Tempters? How can we channel our powers?" I asked as soon as Dr. Kooz opened the door. He stopped where he was, glanced around nervously, then shut the door behind him.

"I know what you're doing," he said to me.

I plastered a confused look on my face. The less he knew, the better. This was a set back, sure, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. 

"And what am I doing?" 

He tossed the file down on my bed. I stared at it, not moving to touch it. That was on thing I hadn't thought about. If I was always questioning Dr. Kooz instead oh him questioning me then there wouldn't be any current information in my file. That would show that something funky is going on during these sessions and I would either get excecuted, have a new doctor, or simply get tortured for the rest of my life.

I reached out for the file, an idea popping into my head. Dr. Kooz winced slightly when my fingers closed around the edges. "May I?" He nodded.

I placed the folder in my lap and slowly opened it. The slots for the last two weeks were empty. Little doodles lined the edges and stray marks spotted the place were my answers should've been. There was a pen clipped to the outside of the folder, which I grabbed and procceded to write down my answers.

'Have you felt any pain in the past few days?' No.

'Has anything unusual happened to you? Ex:) random tantrums, bursting into flames, mind control.' I snorted. Like they don't alreadt know that. I glanced up and winked at the survalience camera that had been installed in my room a couple days before. Technically they aren't supposed to be watching me during certain hours of the day, but I know they are watching me 24/7.

I wrote down 'No'. 

'Do you feel weak?' Nope.

'Are you angry at anyone?" Yes. All of you assholes keeping me locked in this hellhole. Letting me go would be great, thanks.

'Are you having violent thoughts?' I dream of every freaking person who runs this place burning. Does that answer your question?

What the hell was this? It sounded like a suicide prevention survey thing I had to take in middle school and high school. I glanced back through the file and read some of the previous questions.

'Have you had any power surges lately?'

'Has anyone been injured by you?'

"Have you powers become uncontrolable?"

Now they are asking about my feelings? What the hell?

I snapped the file shut and handed it back to Dr. Kooz. "How much time do we have?" He lifted his sleeve. There was a glint of silver. He must have a watch.

Suddenly, my vision went all weird. Everything went a weird blue shade and red numbers blurred past my eyes. A loud ticking noise started up. I clamped my eyes shut and through hands over my ears. 

A big, red 15 was surging toward me. With eaco surge, a gong seemed to go off in my head. I whimpered as the sound got louder and louder. I did not expect this to happen. Big numbers and loud gongs was not something I thought had anything to do with changing the Fates.

I started hyperventaliating, the 15 still clear against the black. I rocked back and forth on my heels, trying to get everything to go away. Finally, it did.