Foreign [Benny Weir]

prologue

She laid on the cold, shining metal. Just a sheet separating her from it's ice cold touch.

"Vital signs?" A man in all white asked.

"I want to say good." A woman replied nervously

The doctor chuckled.

"What do you mean by that?" He said, shaking his head. "You've been working here for how many years now?"

She shook her head quickly, her eyes not leaving the patient. It was quiet for a few seconds, the only noise being the steady beep of the equipment.

"Nothing I've seen before." She finally said.

He gave her a strange look, eyeing the girl constrained to the table.

"She has multiple readings at once," She stated. "As if she were to have more than one heart."

The doctor scoffed at her.

"Are you okay, Nurse? Maybe you need a day off."

She glared at him.

"See for yourself." She snapped.

He let out a whistle as she crossed her arms.

He placed his hand on the patient's neck, searching for the pulse. As soon as he laid his fingers on her neck, she sharply shot up, letting out a deep gasp.

Her eyes were wide, her hair matted all around her. She gasped deeply with every breath, her head whipping violently around the room.

"Quid est hoc?" She sputtered.

She groaned loudly as she tried to sit all the way up, held down by buckled leather straps.

The two in white backed away from her slowly.

"Miss, just calm down. We're-"

"Quis es?" She yelled at them.

Her head slowly turned to look at her strapped down wrists. She began mumbling to herself madly, pulling on the constraints.

When her head slowly came to look at them again, she wore a ghostly expressionless look, wide-eyed, and rambling under her breath.

The two just looked at each other.

"What's she saying?" The nurse hissed.

"Hell if I know." He replied. "Do you speak English?"

She seemed to snap out of it suddenly, looking around the room frantically, with the look of a cornered rabbit.

"Quis es?" She repeated. "Quid agis?"

"Sedate her." The nurse whispered.

He nodded in agreement.

"Call the team just in case."

"Domus meus! Cor meum. Caritas cara, salvum me fac!" She cried, thrashing around violently on the table.

"Jesus, lady, you must have smacked your head pretty hard." The doctor mumbled as he filled a syringe.

She let out a series of horrific shrieks, ringing through the air as she fiercely convulsed. There was something about the sounds ripping from her throat. Disturbing, yes, but something more. It was almost animalistic. Inhuman.

She stopped struggling for a moment and froze. Her eyes lingered on the needle.

She let out one last terrific scream, and ripped through what constrained her. The doctor was forcefully thrown into the concrete wall by a set of invisible hands with the strength of many more.

She looked around the room rapidly for an escape.

"Someone! Get up here!" The doctor croaked.

Her breath was quickening with every second, like the waves of an ocean riling up during a storm. She turned around and faced him, picking up the cracked, leaking syringe of the ground.

"No one." She growled, thrusting it into his leg.

He shouted for help as security guards and more staff ran in the door.

She darted toward the window, shattering the glass as she leaped through. They all watched in horror as the shards of glass were left suspended in the air.The girl landed on the pavement, two stories below. Lightly on her bare feet.

She was gazing up at the window with a wide grin.

"No one!" She laughed. "No one."

She gave them one last smirk, then spun around. She ran and disappeared out of sight, with all the strength in the world.

Impossible it seemed, for she had just been in a coma. The shards of glass finally hit the ground, shattering into tinier pieces.

The eerie silence rang through all their ears.

"W-what do we do?" The nurse sputtered.

More silence.

"Nothing." The one in charge stated. "It's under our control. She knows her mission."