Glitched

Chapter 1: The First Step

New book! Yay! Cover made by Artiepants!

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A bright beam of light stared down upon Red. 

She flinched in place, squirming around in her place, trying to pry away from the leather straps holding her in place. Her black hair covering most of her face. 

"Stay still!" Someone ordered. "It's almost done!" 

This is what she was trained to do her whole eighteen years of exsitence. Yes, exsitence, not a life. She'd never been called a living thing, too special for that, they told her. 

The black cloth covering her vision was taken out, she sighed in relief, blinking her grey eyes for a few times.

Someone with a mask covering his mouth stood above her, wearing bloodied plastic gloves and a bloddy nurse uniform to match. It was done, it was finally done. 

He patted her head, looking into her eyes. "Does it hurt?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, brown eyes glittering in the hospital light hanging above. 

She shook her head, forcing a smile. 

The man gave her a thumbs up before walking away, out of her sight. Red heard some yelling from the background, wondering what it was all about. Propping herself up, she winced in pain, a hand going to her forehead. 

"Lay down!" Someone yelled at her. 

Instantly, she does as told, huffing as she stared back up at the bright ceiling. 

Someone new came into view. A woman in the same uniform as the man, a strand of her blond hair sticking out of the hair net. She pulled the sky blue mask off of her mouth, stuffing it in her shirt pocket. She smiled kindly at Red.

"It's completed Code Red, you're real journey's only begun." She whispered. "You're ready to be sent to the outside."

Her eyes widen, a small smile tugging at the sides of her lips.

"The outside," Red muttered to herself, trying to push herself up, hoping she could sit down with proper posture.

The nurse nodded, tucking that strand of hair behind her ear. She turned around and grabbed a clip board, handing it to Red.

"Here you go, read everything to it's fullest before you call back for me," and with that, she was gone, closing the door softly.

Red looked around, she was in the operation room. Only then did she realize what she'd been through, that the last step to the first stage was completed. The Organization would be proud of her. She puffed up her chest slightly, smiling with pride.

"All hail the United North!" She called out, pumping a fist into the air.

Red was one of the four chosen to scatter about, to step forward and bug the other three halves of America. Well, the country once called America. Now split into four, the United North recruited children from the age of eight to join them, to be trained.

Now, after ten years, she was going to be sent away, after all these years planning. Red ran a hand through her hair, eyes locked to the see through window in front of her. People loitered about, some catching swift glances at her once in a while.

In her hands sat the grey clipboard, looking down at it, she remembered that she had to read it. A hand went to the first page, feeling it's texture. It was soft, freshly printed and still smelled of the printer.

Congratulations Red!

        You're true task has just begun, Green, Blue and Yellow have done the same. You've been located in four different hospitals to make sure that no one causes suspicion. You're listed as a normal patient there, in Pine Hills Hospital. You're listed to have gone through brain surgery ( which you sort of went through ). The chip has been planted in your brain, your right chest and your left hand. Please take it easy for the few days you'll stay here, we'll come pick you up soon. The administrators will welcome you back with wide arms. We can't wait to see you soon and embark you on your mission.

                                                                           - Yours truly, Dr. Bianca Storm

Red glanced back up from her reading. Her friends had gotten through too. Green, Blue and Yellow. All of them the chosen ones. She clenched her fists together, pushing the bloodied sheets off of her legs. Her toes touched the stone cold tiled floor, shivering for a moment. Finding her footing, she stood up straight, brushing the creases off of her clothes. She wore the usual day to day hospital outfit. Baby blue night gown with botches of dark blue in an organaized pattern.

Walking over to a black table, she set the clipboard there, inching towards the door. A hand landed on the doorknob, twisting it then jerking it. Red walked through the hall, not caring that she wasn't following instructions.

She couldn't think about that then. She didn't want to wait for some nurse to come get her, she was perfectly fine.

A hand went to her head, right at the spot where they placed that microchip in her mind. It didn't feel like much, she pressed hard on it and didn't feel a thing. But she knew it was there. They told her it would help her. Increase her strength, intelligence, diligence, loyalty and much more things.

Well, that was what they told her back when she was eight. The thought used to scare her, even haunt her. But the fact that among the thousands of children in the United North, she was chosen to be one of the four. That was enough to make her agree to it.

Her hands skimmed the walls, using it to balance herself. A figure's shadow appearing from the division of the hall to the set of elevators.

The nurse stepped forward, a bottle of medicine in hand. Her hair fell down to her shoulders, bright red. Her green eyes skimmed Red. Noticing how unbalanced her footing looked, the slightly bald spot on her head and how dazed she looked.

"You're patient X are you? The one sent by the Administrators?" She asked.

Red nodded, smiling and placing her hands to her hips.

The nurse nodded. "I was told to give this to you." She handed the brown-green bottle to her, giving her a quick nod and a smile. "Go over to room 318, you're things are in there,"

With a brisk turn with her heel, the nurse was gone as fast as she came. Red stood there with the bottle in hand, staring down at it.

Medicine, she never took medicine. They called her too good for that, too healthy. She stuck her tongue out at it. Red has always been a picky girl.

Making her way down to the third floor, she winced every time her foot touched the hard ground, too stubborn to try the elevator. She glance left then right, instinctivly starting to braid a small strand of her black hair, biting on her lower lip. To her left stood doors 300 to 350, to the other was 351 to 400.

Walking over to the left, she darts her eyes left and right, checking each door's number, making sure she doesn't miss a single one.

Her eyes landed on one door, 318. A blinking light handing right above it, it's white metal door rusted at the edges. She pushed it open, walking in, her footsteps the only sound in the cramped room.

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New book! Yay! Queen of Diamonds will be postponed ( again lol  because this idea just wnated to burst in my head O3O and yes, more characters named after colors, sorry bout that! I just found that it suited it . . . * pushes White tot he group * lol