The Gifted

Chapter 1

I think I was knocked out because when I came back to my senses I realise I was in a hospital. When I tried to get up, I felt an awful pain in my chest. When I touched the area it felt warm. I looked to see and the skin around the center of my chest is glowing a dim purplish-black. I rub my eyes to see if I'm imagining things but it's still there.
The next thing I know I hear a blood-curdling scream. I look from my bed to see what's up, and a boy who seemed to be around 12 or 13 with light brown hair and green eyes was being dragged across the hallway by two, very tough looking, security guards.
He was kicking and punching trying to get away. I notice his shirt was undone and a dim reddish-orange light was coming from his chest. The boy was dragged into the elevator and for a brief moment we made eye contact.
He had a look in his eye that seemed scared, worried, and angry all at the same time. Just as the elevator doors closed, my doctor came up to my bed.
He was an old fellow with glasses and a bald spot. He seemed tired, as if he's been up since midnight.
Then a thought occurred. "How long have I been out." I ask the doctor.
"Only three years." He replies matter of factly.
I sink back into my pillow. Three years I repeat in my head. It only seemed like yesterday when the blast happen.
"What's happen while I've been out." I ask rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands.
"Well to save you the details, World War Three happened." He answers. "Now open wide he says." He says as if nothing happened.
I remember my chest and it's glow, and what happened to the boy. I grow very nervous.
"I said open your mouth." The doctor says getting a bit annoyed.
I open my mouth a bit too quickly, and the doctor begins the check up.
It all went fine until he asked me to unbutton my shirt.
My hesitation said it all. The doctor stood up and closed the curtain of my little section. He then grabbed a chair and sat right next to me.
"You are a gifted." He whispers into my ear.
"I'm a what?" I say a bit to loud.
"A person with extraordinarily power." He answers.
"B-but I'm just a high-school student." I stammer.
"Anyone in that blast could have become a gifted." He says.
"But why me?" I ask starting to get a bit nervous.
He looks down. Hesitant. Then he finally replies. "Not everyone survived. In fact a very few became gifted."
I look down trying to remember my life before. To remember my family, if I even had one, or any friends I had.
I just remember the blast.
"Just so you know what I'm about to do kills me." The doctor says as he gets up. He walks to the curtain and opens it.
I realise what he's about to do and my eyes go wide.
The doctor rings a bell and almost instantly two security guards appear. They take my by surprise with their speed for their build.
I start to panic. I try to kick and punch my way out. It seemed to work. The guards seemed surprised at my strength and called in another guard. This seemed to be a repeating cycle until I had six guards trying to subdue me.
Then another guard came in with a needle. They took a swing a hit me square in the chest. I immediately felt sleepy and tried to make a run for it but the drug was already in affect.
For the second time in my life I was knocked out. And I never let it happen again.