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"Natalie."

Fuck no. I'm too tired for this. Maybe if I just pretend to sleep they'll leave me alone...

"Natalie, were going to need you to wake up now."

I feel one of them trying to lightly shake me awake. I really don't feel like opening my eyes just yet, however. My head hurts. A lot. In fact, most of my body seems to have chosen this moment to starts hurting like a bitch. Well played, body. Well played.

"Natalie?" This time there's a tiny hint of worry in the voice, and I regret everything already. I don't like knowing that I'm worrying people. For the most part, I like to stick to positive things, you know? Stuff like-

"Natalie. We need you to wake up." The booming yet extremely feminine voice said yet again, and I suddenly remembered that I'm being asked to do something.

I open my eyes, and I have to blink twice before my eyes rested on the person in front of me. Her hair was a light shade of lavender, two violet streaks boldly ran through the hairstyle, which had to be at least down to her knees in length. Her eyes shone a dazzling emerald, but some of the effect was ruined by a large amount of eye makeup. She appeared to be wearing a yellow jacket, which had been zipped up in the front, and she immediately smiled at me when she saw I was awake.

"Ah, good. How are you feeling?"

"I'm...alright."

"Does anything hurt?"

"Yes, everything."

The woman in front of me scribbled something down onto a clipboard, and it suddenly dawns on me that I have no idea where in the hell I am.

"Where am I?"

The woman smiled again, looking up at me. "You are currently underground Area 51." She says rather bluntly.

If I had anything in my mouth at the time, I would have spit it out. "A-Area 51?" I practically shriek. "Am I dead? Is somebody dead? Isn't this the weird alien landing place or whatever? "

The woman laughs. "Slow down, please, don't hurt yourself." She chuckles. "You aren't dead, and I assure you. Your loved ones are fine. Your mother and brother are in the safe keeping of the national government. And no, the whole 'alien' thing is just something the public made up. There are no aliens here, I promise. Area 51 is simply used to house...people like you. Although, you are the only person like yourself to ever have arrived here in one piece, so, I applaud you."

"I am so confused."

"Well, the problem is," the woman starts to walk towards the door. "...so are we. Natalie, you...burned half of San Fransico."

"What."

"We aren't sure how you did it, exactly, but we think you might be able to conduct electricity using your body. Our hypothesis is that you probably were electrocuted without knowing it, and you probably set off a chain of reactions that caused the fire. But that is merely one possibility. Understand where I'm going with this?"

I don't respond, I just sit there with my mouth hanging open, too shocked to cry, or scream or panic.

The woman sighed. "We think you are some sort of superhuman."

I would have been laughing if she didn't look and sound so dead serious. So I continue to stare at her as if she's crazy, and hope this is some hilarious practical joke or something stupid like that.

"The name is Jade Kursten." The woman says, and I suddenly notice that she only has one arm. Wow. How did I miss that. "I'll be you're caretaker while you're here. "

"Wha-"

"Now, we'e going to put you back under now. Please cooperate with us."

A group of men and women rush into the room, and I'm still too tired and terrified to try and resist them when I feel a needle in my arm. I hear faint yelling, but I'm getting a little dreary. People are now rushing all around me, and I'm not sure what to do, but...

I fall asleep to happy thoughts of San Fransisco.

-End of Prologue-