Misplaced

Two

     "Jessica."
     I sit up suddenly, letting my paperback flip shut. "What?"
     Silence. I glare at the speaker mounted to the wall, then return to my book. I jab my thumb in at the place I think I was at. A keycard clicks in the lock and my door swings open abruptly. A handful of nurses swarm the bed, taking me by the arm and ushering me down the hall. I've been taken to tests before- every day, almost- but never accompanied by this many people.
     Their shoes click unnervingly as Sandra, the one who gave me my breakfast, grabs my shoulder and guides me into a seat in a room. An empty room, except for the chair, something on a little table, and myself. The door clicks locked and Sandra stands dutifully in a corner. I cross my ankles and try not to break out into a nervous sweat. What the crap is happening.
     "Jessica. Do you remember me?"
     My mouth goes dry; I do remember. "Asher."
     "Right. Today we are doing something different. We're going to see if we can determine which camp you belong in."
     "That's what you've been trying to do for the last fifteen years." I say quietly, my voice cold and bitter. "It's never worked."
     "This is different. Sit back and do relax, please."
     I can feel panic rising within. "Ash?"
     "No questions." He barks. His tone is sharp; unusual.
     "Ash, what is going on?" Panic is new to me; I'd always trusted these doctors. My life has been in their hands for the past fifteen years; why can't I trust them now?
     "Jessica," he says, voice low, "Today we are going to determine whether you're a villain, or a hero."
     A chill runs down my spine. "Alright," I say stiffly. I sit back and wait for Asher to stab my neck with another syringe and inject me with some sort of mind reading serum.
     "Jessica,"
     "What?" I look into Asher's face.
     "Close your eyes. This will be over with in a minute."
     All I can do is trust him not to kill me as I shut my eyes and, again, wait for the sting of the syringe in my neck.

   ***

     The darkness parts and I find myself staring into a bright, white light. Asher looms over me, disconnecting pads from my face. The adhesive pads are attached to wires leading to a data collection hard drive software. All Asher has to do is plug it in to his computer and wait. I swallow hard and sit up. My mind is foggy and my neck sore.
     "Good job. You did great, my girl."
     "I am not your anything."
     "Don't be so saucy. You technically belong to science, Jess. And I happen to be the head of this lab."
      I deliver an icy glare as Sandra takes me by the shoulder and guides me back to my room.

     My results came back that night.

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