Chapter 3.2

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"I'm fine" coughed Black Sheep.

"Why didn't you tell anyone? We're getting someone down here now just stay awake."

She coughed again. More blood.

Wincing she said jokingly . "Thought you didn't care."

Struggling to get up Black Sheep continued to talk between coughs. "Just too much at once, when they-cough- got me out I used too much and strained my body's limit. But..." She looked into Cupid's brown eyes with her ow full of fear. "Control the other half, the one with black wings, she is a killer, she is a monster and she is bloodthirsty."

Suddenly a person in white came in and took over. Darkness covered her vision as she drifted in and out of conciseness.

"She just needs time."

"Did you see those scars on her back?"

"You saw the same footage, what was she talking about?"

"We won't know more till she comes back to us."

She took in the smell of disinfect that coated the room and the smell of other chemicals burned her nose. Her eyes popes open as she remembered two agents drugging her. She heard the heart monitor speed up but it suddenly made a high pitch sound. Covering her ears she curled in the bed wishing for it to stop. Sparks glitched from her hands but it amounted to nothing. The monitor stopped all sounds and she sensed another person behind her back. Seeing the tube poking out of her nose she touched it as she calmed down slightly.

"Do you know where you are?" Asked the person that turned off the sounds.

Thinking for a moment a crackly voice came out. "A med bay, agents took me here."

The person walked around to where her face was and crouched down. "What do you remember?"

"I...was rescued, two people dressed in black suits drugged me and put me in their car and then 46 tested my skill on a corse."

"Ok, can you say Ahhh?"

"Ahhhh"

"Looks great, Ill tell some of your friends that you are awake." The person smiled and got up.

"Friends? There are people who know me here?" 13 said hopefully.

"You've grown quite popular especially with your performance."

"What performance?"

"I'll be back."

13 looked at her hands, she felt stiff. Glancing to her left there was a window, a real window. She saw all the trees sway in the wind, the birds that flew by and all the colors of the flowers. She sat there looking at it all. Cords held her from touching it, to feel the wind, the grass beneath her feet and thousands of smells in her nose. A door opening and her brain told her danger. Her eyes flickered blue but returned to silver. 13 felt exhausted at the attempt of usage. Tiredness washed over her as others came into the room. People she only caught glimpse of but enough to analyze and file. She recalled how everyone demonstrated their powers that day. Everyone was in an area where they would be strongest but no one, not one was in their area of weakens. She mustered up a smile as they walked in. One seem more nervous than the rest for being in there.

The girl with wild orange hair squealed. "YOU WERE SOOOO AWSOME! The way you beat Arlo was AMAZING."

"How long have I been out?"

"Oh just a couple days but I'm sure you could still take on plenty attackers."

The one beside her was a tan skinned individual with streaks of neon green in his hair. "What Scarlet is trying to express is compares to how easily you had beaten Arlo, even at your weakest, you could still fight better than us. I'm Crome by the way."

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