For The World To See| RD

Chapter 2.1: Red and Shards

Turning under the tan sheets her opened to see the pure white ceiling and florescence lights. Her surroundings were of pure color, clean and neat. There wasn't a speck of dirt on the ground and she had on a different set of clothing than before. Inhaling deeply her head pounded to the rhythm of her heart. Her shoulders faced her pain when she sat up. Standing up she looked at the door with silver eyes, sitting down the tips of her fingers rested on her knees to barely touch. Her breath slowed and suddenly a ring formed around her. A veil of mystery coated the room as the lights flickered and shattered quickly. Heavy breaths escaped 382's mouth but her eyes continued to be locked on the door.

"Ah, your up Ms. Moore." Said the person on the intercom.

"382, how many times do I have to say it?" She growled under her breath. "I don't claim that name anymore."

"Well, in any case you'll be glad to hear that Agent 46 is discussing with the councils on what do do with you."

Rubbing her forehead slightly she sighed. "You people haven't changed. Different place same demon controls you. What is that humming noise?"

"No sound are produced in your cell."

"Cell? So I'm a prisoner? What's stopping me from just bashing through the pressurized door and walking out? Some guns?"

"How about an entire army. It won't matter what abilities or skills you have. If you don't go smashing everything you can have some food in 15."

Sitting there for a couple minutes 382 grew curious. "If I'm a prisoner why are you talking to one?"

"Well, it wasn't your fault." The person on the intercom chuckled.

Silence echoed the room, she gave no response and only sat on the cold floor of the room with her knees tucked close to her chest. Whomever was on the intercom told the truth, a little slot opened near the floor as a tray slid in. Reluctantly picking it up she ate bit by bit to slowly finish it and tuck it near the slot to disappear. Suddenly all the shards placed back into the light and it came back on. The door opened with the same woman as before.

"Chatty security, easy to distract, I'd suggest you get someone more appropriate to take that role."

"He's an intern."

"If you get interns you've made yourselves public I assume. He didn't do a good job anyway, no signal when the light broke nor wen I activated my power. The door is pressurized so that it would be difficult to escape yet it's run on electricity so I could have shut down this entire sector. I did wonder what I hear even now a slight humming noise, that's why I stayed and the supposing size of your organization I'd be hunted down."

"The reports are quite accurate that we've gotten." She stated coldly. "We'd like to train you to become one of us, how dose that sound?"

"No." 382's eyes narrowed but she didn't move. "I'm not becoming anyone's puppet."

"You don't have many options Jane, you can't go to an orphanage because of your unstable condition and you don't have enough of an education to get a job. You don't have any citizenships and technically your classified as deceased. All you have to do is complete some training and your set."

"Fine" 382 hissed. "However, my name is not Jane, she died 3 years ago."

"What would you like to be called then if not Jane?"

"13, it may have a couple of your 'trainees' think twice."

"I believe you'll fit in with this group. There is even some other ability users too." The agent smiled. "Get some rest for tomorrow." She said all too fake.