Blue Pulse

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Caroline

Why me? Why would they ever choose me, of all people, to test on? Can't they get someone else, or no one at all?

Then I remember, Oh yeah, it's 'cause of my stupid immunity against this stupid virus.

I am staring at a grey ceiling, the color is way different from the room I was in before. I would look around but I can't move. My body feels paralyzed and sore, I don't even want to attempt getting up. Wyatt definitely heard me screaming, he must've. I was screaming aloud and telepathically, and both were deafening.

But it was hard not to, all the energy surging into my body was way too much, why am I even still alive?

I hear a faint breathing a few feet away from me. A few movements, and a cough, someone's in here with me and I'm sure of it.

"Who are you, 'cause if you have another needle you won't live to see another day!" I snap, breaking the silence in the room. My voice sounds cracked and hoarse.

They don't say anything, but I hear some shuffling and I see a face hovering over my head, looking into my eyes. It's a boy, he has a dirty blonde hair color that is a few inches shy of his eyes. As I keep looking, I see these strong, mesmerizing, deep blue eyes. They take in every detail of everything, constantly calculating, constantly watching. His eyelashes are strangely long, and I see very faint, and very few freckles, they blend in with his skin tone though, which is a sickly pale color. Paler than my, once tan, skin. By this point, it's become colder and paler.

He doesn't stay in one spot for long. As he moves I get a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. I see his height. It's about the same as Wyatt's, though maybe a few centimeters shorter. But this boy shares no more similarities with Wyatt, Wyatt has a strong build with a bit of a muscular body, the boy is scrawny, like someone who sits in front of the computer all day.

"I said, who are you?" I repeat, raising my voice slightly. He still doesn't reply. Forget the soreness, I don't care anymore, I want to know who this kid is.

I sit up, and get out of the bed I was in, all in one motion, his eyes dart towards me. I groan in pain, but I do it quietly. I storm up to him and ready my fist, he didn't do anything to me, I just feel like punching someone right now. All this 'secret government testing' crap really adds to your temper.

I attempt to punch him in the jaw, but his hand catches mine first, and he does it with such ease, I feel weak and pathetic. I thrust my other clenched fist forward, but again, he catches it. No matter how hard I push against him, he still wins, it doesn't even look like he's trying. His fingers are curled around mine, they feel strong, and it begins to hurt.

I take back my 'scrawny-looking' comment.

Now that he's right in front of me, I can see how somewhat built he actually is, his arms and hands are incredibly strong, and he moves astonishingly fast. His figure does seem thinner than Wyatt's though, but maybe because he moves a lot.  Many of the people who do happen to steal, need to be agile, quick, and smart. This guy seems like one of those people.

He pushes me back, walking, and looking right at either my eyes or my hands. He keeps pushing me back until I feel the cold wall. I realize I'm only wearing a tank with a sheer top over, my pants I once wore are replaced by some shorts, exposing my legs. I am shivering, the cold wall on my back, and my legs. I also stand barefoot.

He still holds my fists, not letting go. He looks at me with a hard face, his eyes show hatred in them.

"Don't even try to hit me, it won't work. I've dealt with plenty other girls before, you are no different." His voice is a type of deep I can't explain.