Entrelacé

Enclsoed in Glass

Touch; rusty, broken down bed, hardwood floors, a deathly heatwave envelops the room.

Taste; the air is dry, almost stale and my body dehydrated.

Smell; a thick foul stench fills the room, the smell practically intoxicating.

Hearing; a slight buzz from outside the room, most likely further down the corridor, someone is walking outside the door, their pacing. With every squeak and grunt the floors let out, the more acute my hearing becomes.

And finally, Sight; darkness is the most prominent feature at the moment. I am shrouded in the thick black twilight.  The door to my left is slowly opened. Light fills my vision. I look up, I want to see who it is behind the door. I see a woman. A young woman. She runs to my side with a scared look written across her pale face.

" Alfred! Oh Alfred it's horrible!" She yells as her body collapsed onto the bed that I was sitting on. My hand extended to stroke her head. I am unsure what to do in this situation. Who is she? All I know is Alfred must be Mr. Memmings. The man behind all of the terrorist attacks. I was assigned to Arrice him. The Arrice process is hard to do and I am not suppose to be able accomplish it. Yet again I am here and I am in full control of Alfred. I look back at the woman. Her eyes brimming with tears as the thick silence is broken with her heartfelt sobs.
" he's c-coming f-for you Alfie." She tells me, her voice is so quiet I can barley make it out. A
door far away from the woman and I was broken down and many people stormed in. She grabs my hand and holds it tightly. The door in front of us starts to rumble. It shakes and then is burst open. I open my eyes only to see...

Glass.

It surrounds me. It's like I am underwater. I can't see a way out, however I see a woman. Mid thirties perhaps?  I can't make out he my face, my head is throbbing with a horrible headache.

"5:43, time of return to her own body. Slight migraine and a rapid rate of her pulse." She told the man with a clipboard who was standing beside her. The glass lid was then lifted off as I jolted up. I took many deep breaths. My lungs burned from the lack of oxygen in my tank like capsule. I gulped at the air attempting to inhale as much as physically possible.

The woman placed her hand on my shoulder as my breathing became steady. Her eyes gazed deep into mine looking for some sort of answer.

"You were in Alfred Memmings body for exactly 7 minutes 48 seconds and 52 milliseconds. No child without training has even lasted more than 5, how did you do it?" She questioned, I shrug my shoulders. I didn't even know myself. I knew it had something to do with my senses. How I order them and how I control them.

" full name please miss. It is your first time coming to the Prorese centre and we need your information." The lady told me.,

" Azalea Vienna Tracewin"
"Age?"
"8"
"Height?"
"3,9"
" weight?"
" 46 pounds"
" please step aside so we can proceed with your physical examination." I only nodded in response. As she stood up she made a slight gesture for me follow and I did. As we made our way down multiple winding hallways we ended up in a small room. No windows, no nothing.
" confused, little girl?" She asked. At the time I had no idea what people thought of me, a Prodigium, a supposed threat to humanities very existence.
" yes where am I?" I questioned. I wanted to know, I needed to know,

"Where you belong you filthy Prodigium." Was the only answer I got. The hatred in her eyes explained everything else.

I am a monster.

I am a Prodigium.

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-Peggy