Life behind The Walls

Chapter 1

Bumps. Humps. Rocky Roads. Knocking.
...
Knocking?

"Had a great ride back there?" a voice shot through the thick walls.

Oh...

I opened my eyes and found that I was met with darkness. I'm still inside that van the soldiers had thrown me in. Sitting up, and realising that I couldn't even see who I was in the dark, I rubbed my eyes, finding that I could not move my hands, then trying to piece together what were dreams and what were not.

I got caught, left Chloe and then she laughed? She was happy? Or did she cry? Damn! Why can't I tell the difference between memory and imagination?

The doors swung open all of a sudden, stinging my eyes with the brightness of light from outside. I would have shielded them with my hands if they weren't so helplessly secured behind my back but my body seemed to understand that they hurt because next I knew, I was seeing the world as fuzzy, blurry and a little more colorless than usual. This was the feline's sight and I could bet that my eyes resembled tiny slits in the center of my eyes. The fuzzy silhouette of a man stepped into view and pulled me out by my ankle just as I moved closer to the doors.

"Whoa! What's with those eyes?" that's that Captain again. I could tell he was examining my eyes closely because his face was pressed so close to mine that I had to lean back to avoid any contact with this guy as my sight slowly returned back to its usual functions, clear and sharp, colorful and all.

The Captain now looked disappointed but a smile tugged at his lips as he realized what this finding could mean to whoever he was working for.

"Hey, can we get going so I don't have to stare at your ugly face?" I shot at him, receiving a shock to my side from one of the other soldiers surrounding him. Damn! That Captain is smiling in amusement again!

I glared at him through my wet messy hair, almost hearing a growl through my grit teeth.

"He's not one of those with a projectile power. Just a low-life trying to fit in with the rest of the world", I heard him say to the man standing next to him. He was dressed in a less armored attire and looking me up and down, smirking when he too realized how helpless and probably how insignificant and weak my power was.

"We'll take it from here", the man said to the Captain before getting another set of guards, dressed identically to him, to lift me and bring me past a metal door, then another, and another - all surrounded by high walls which seemed to stretch for miles and a large dome force-field stretching up into the sky for those with the ability to fly, I guessed - while my feet dragged against the pavement behind me. I looked up at it, wondering how the hell they got so much power to cover what seems to be yards of this place.

After minutes of walking through a narrow hallway with walls made from the same power-proof material my chains were made of, I found myself strapped to a chair with the soldiers standing on guard around me with their arms behind their backs. Once they were sure I was secure, they opened the only steel door in the room to let in a man dressed in a white lab coat. The scientist - I assumed - pushed a cart with four large syringes, four needles and a container holding what looks to be some green liquid over to my side. I watched as he pulled on a pair of gloves and strapped a mask over his face, placing a needle on the nozzle of a syringe before extracting the liquid into it. He fearlessly took a step closer to me as I struggled to free my hands from the chains binding me to the chair. He pulled my hair so my head tilted to the side, revealing my bare neck. Gritting my teeth, I growled at the man, my eyes glaring at him. He paused for a moment, examining me in silence.

"It's alright. We've secured him so he can't use his powers. The walls here prevent that too", one of the guards said and the man nodded, pushing the needle into my flesh and forcing the liquid into my bloodstream as I winced in pain, holding back the groan growing in my throat. Once it was empty, he retrieved it, repeating the process three more times with each of the other syringes - until the container was completely empty - before finally setting the last syringe aside and letting go of me. I felt a trickle of blood run down my neck but was too exhausted to bother. The liquid must have been some tranquilizer or something but I fought to stay awake.