Morphed

Chapter 1

I'm frigid. Bones and muscles stuck into place like glue. My eyes force their way open, into reality my body would not let me face. Concrete surrounds me on all sides and I seem to be alone in a dark room, with one pathetic lightbulb swinging from the ceiling.

"Hello?" I squeak, hoping to catch someone's attention. A small twisting feeling in my stomach makes me feel something, fear.

"Hello! Help! Someone help me!" I think I say, but at this point I'm not so sure.

I lay still, because I'm not sure how to work my limbs, but I still lift my head and realize I'm not alone. There's another white bed like mine in the corner on wheels. The only difference is that there's a sheet covering something and a hand that is lacking skin is sticking out from underneath.

"Help!" I thrash about my small bed for what seems like hours when I believe my savior has arrived.

"Hello there, number 011. It's nice to see you've awoken." A man says walking in. He's tall, slim, young, black haired with a white coat.

"Where the hell am I? Why am I here? Who are you?"

"There's one question you didn't ask."

"What?" I spit.

"Who are you?" He smirks.

I feel my face draining, losing color and heat quickly.

"Ah, I see. You don't know who you are. But to introduce myself, I'm Dr. Overly, I took all your memories for purposes that will benefit you."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Then tell me, 011, how I don't know what I'm talking about yet you don't know your name."

The realization hits me that I don't know my name or about my family or actually anything pertaining to me. I am a blank slate.

"Your life was bad. Your family was bad. You were an outcast. Your friends weren't real. Everyone thought you were crazy. That's all you need to know because that is your past, now you all have to know is your future. You should actually be thanking me, not only did I give you happiness that you will feel in the near future, but I also gave you something a little extra I have only given to one of my other patients before you."

I felt my cheeks regaining their rosiness, and adding a little extra. Anger rose inside me. "You...."

Dr. Overly cut me off. "That was not expected." His clipboard jingled as he wrote something down.

"What wasn't." I growl.

"Your eyes. They went from blue to black when you got upset with me. But as of right now, I still need to let you know what you can do before I release you. You can compel people and get them to do what you want."

"What do you mean? Can't I normally get people to do things if I ask?"

A chuckle from him rang throughout the room after my statement. "Oh, sweetie. You won't have to ask people, you tell them and they will do it."

I was stunned into silence, until I remember the body that was also in the room. "Why did you kill her?"

"That's unimportant but she was dying inside anyway. Now you have to come up with a name for yourself." His long strides carried him over to the table quickly and he undid the buckles holding my ankles and wrists down. "Might not want to sit up too fast."

"Do I have to choose right now?"

"Yes right now."

"Ummm..." I said, sitting up slowly.

"Yes?"

"Stop rushing me!"

"Okay."

"Brynne."

"Brynne?"

"Yes." There was something about the name that held significance. I didn't know what, but I needed to find out.
"Okay, well it's time to go. You have to figure out how to use your abilities and control that eye thing....."

My mind tuned out and my eyes were drawn to the inside of my arm. There on my arm was a predominant "011". It was black, surrounded by redness where my skin seemed to disagree with the tattoo. "Will this come off?"

"No, sorry. But it helps me keep track of you unless I forget your face."

"Where are we going?" I climb into a black Chevy SUV he escorts me into. Something told me not to get in, but I felt obliged to.

"You'll see."