Tara 3

Untitled Part 76

     'Why am I in the nursery?' Roman thought, whispering soundlessly into the room with infants. Carmine had told him to practice moving objects of different consistency. She had told him to be quick about learning, because there wasn't much time. Roman didn't take the time to understand everything that was going on. He always trusted Carmine, and he felt no reason to distrust her now. 'But why am I in the nursery?'

     The nursery door whizzed open, but there was no one there. The doors stayed open, as if someone had put it on autolock.

     Roman felt uneasy, like he had just eaten something bad. He reached over to rest his hand on a pole which was the control panel for the nursery's temperature, security cams, and recent summary of each infants constitution status.

     The pole felt different, like he wasn't actually touching it, but instead understanding its placement. That is how his hand is able to press against the metallic surface and remain as a solid form against it. If he stopped concentrating, then his hand slipped through. Roman was beginning to comprehend the ability and inability of what he could do.

     A child cried out. It was a little girl.

     Roman turned away from the pole and his thoughts.

     There he could hear an infant crying aloud being carried by an invisible force across the room and out through the exit doors which immediately closed behind the floating child wrapped in a hospital blanket.

     Roman fought that sickness that spread within him. His hand slipped into the pole, and he angrily removed it, running through the exit doors and sluggishly trying to keep up with the levitating infant Roman clambered on. As he drew nearer the child his movements were heavy, as if his arms and legs were being held down with sandbags.

     He tried to shout for Carmine's help that he knew wouldn't come, but all Roman could do was keel over while he watched the infant move further away down the corridor.

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