On the Run

2.

An engine rumbled steadily underneath me. Wind whipped across my face, making my hair blow in all directions. Bumps made my body buck up off of what I'd been laid on. Pain was shooting through my every fiber. I jerked into a sitting position, looking around at the setting that was blurring by as the vehicle I was apparently riding in sped through the forest nearly soundlessly.

"Hey, look who's awake!"

I turned toward the familiar male voice. He was broad-shouldered, tall, had a shock of wavy black hair, muscular-looking arms, and was sitting in the driver's seat.

"Hi... uh..."

"It’s Noah. How're you doing back there?"

"Uh, fine, I guess."

"Good. It'll be a little while before we make it to the rendezvous point, and then we'll have to hike to camp. You okay with that?"

"Uh, yeah."

"And just so you know, when we get to camp they'll you and everything, so don't freak out when they start drawing blood and all that jazz. 'Kay?"

I nodded tersely. "Got it."

We drove on for hours, then parked in a hidden underground cave. From there, Noah demanded that he carry me to the camp, and I let him - only after taking a single step out of the vehicle we’d traveled in and falling right onto my shattered wrist. Cain picked up the twins - all three of whom I hadn't noticed - and began walking with them too. We walked for a long time - maybe two hours or more.

We came to a moss-covered mountain face, and walked through a well-hidden entrance into a crevice of it and into an intricate dwelling of tunnels and cold, hard stone walls. Cain and Noah walked faultlessly, knowing every nook, cranny, dip, turn and incline of the tunnels. Then, I was suddenly taken out of Noah's strong arms and gathered into a room full of medical supplies. I braced for impact.

It was coming. I could see the machine across the room. They were going to find out what I was - or rather, what I could do. People were going to be afraid. There might've been threats on my life. I might've been kicked out. I knew that. So I stayed calm while the nurses drew six vials of my blood and fed it to the device, immediately making it light up furiously with the colors of each power.

Red.

Orange.

Blue.

Green.

Yellow.

Purple.

I watched each color mar the surface of the screenin slow motion. Each wavelength slowly and surely made their way to the cones in my eyes, the three working together to decipher them and display them as I saw them. I heard the nurses gasp, and the one that still clasped my gloved hand and was examining my broken wrist dropped the appendage like it was a slimy, wriggling fish.Pain shot up my arm. I heard a gasp from outside of the room, from people who obviously couldn't wait to see what the new girl could do.

All I could think about was how much they didn't know about me. They didn't know that the power to kill was only in my hands, and that the rest of my skin had healing power. They didn't know I couldn't lift anything bigger than possibly a medium-sized piece of furniture with my telekinetic powers. They didn't know that I could barely burn anything with my firepower. They didn't know that I couldn't move more than static electricity, dust, small puddles and wind so light it could barely be felt.. They didn't know that nearly all of my powers were underdeveloped. And, honestly, they didn't know me - how I would never intentionally kill someone and how I used to help rescue kids from orphanages and breeding sites. They didn’t know me..