Our Creators

Chapter One

March 15, 1956

Austin's POV

When I woke up this time I knew things were different. There were no sounds of metal scrapping as the door opened. This time when I started to wake it was quiet. I felt someone shaking my arm lightly.

"Lisa please let me sleep, I'm tired," I mumbled, keeping my eyes closed, hoping she would go away.

"Austin, we have to move," said an unfamiliar feminine voice.

I finally let my eyes flutter open, taking in my surroundings. I was in a truck, sprawled out on the backseats. "Where am I?"

I didn't get an answer. The door beside my head was pulled open and the stranger just stood there waiting for me to get out. I let out a sigh, pushed myself up and stepped out of the car.

The door slammed behind me and the car screeched away. I rubbed the sleep from eyes and looked around at my surroundings. The sky was filled with dark grey clouds, leaving that familiar smell of rain in the air. In front of me, there was a large, stone building lined with many barred windows. It was like something you would see out of a movie.

The lady who opened the door started to walk down a cobbled pathway and urged me to follow. I walked behind her, trying to take in as much of the surroundings as I could before we made our way inside.

"Where are we?" I asked again.

She ushered me into a room immediately to the right of the entrance. Once the door was shut behind me, someone from across the room said, "Austin, welcome to Barrythorn."

The person turned around. He was an older man, I would guess mid 50's. He was well-built, I could see the slight imprint of muscles through his white lab coat. His brown hair coupled with some grey highlights was styled upwards in a professional manner.

I remained silent, not knowing what to say. My memory was still quite hazy.

"I am Professor Gordon," he said as he straightened some papers on his desk and gestured for me to take a seat on the small loveseat adjacent to his desk.

I cautiously made my way over and took a seat, my eyes never leaving the professor. "Where am I?" I repeat.

"Barrythorn institute, it is a specialized home for the mentally gifted."

I rose a brow, looking at him with confusion, "mentally gifted?"

"Everyone here as some kind of gift, whether they know it or not. Think of it as a supernatural power that normal humans don't have. When you meet the others, you will learn."

I slowly nodded my head. "Where's Lisa?"

He cleared his throat, moving his gaze down to the papers in front of him. "Unfortunately, the fire destroyed the old institute and there were no survivors, except you."

I shivered, wrapping my arms around my chest. Those people were like family to me. Sure, they experimented on me, but they never actually did anything to hurt me.

"Mrs. Morgan will take you to your room. We will continue with your training tomorrow," he said, turning his back on me.

I stood up from the couch, walking towards Mrs. Morgan, the nurse. She held the door open for me and we stepped out. She led me down a series of dimly lit hallways until we reached one that was lined with doors. "This is the sleeping corridor," the woman said.

We stopped about midways down the hallway and turned to the left. "This is your room. You will be sharing a room with Alan Ashby."

I just stood and stared straight at the door. I've never had a roommate before. I was so used to having my own room and living in my own little bubble, so you could say I was nervous. I turned around to see that Mrs. Morgan had disappeared. I let out a sigh and opened the door to my new room.