A light flashed through the bare walls, momentarily lighting every nook and cranny, but most importantly the pale flickering face cast in shadow. I missed his features but his uniform was enough to have me shaking, to have anyone shaking. The PSI’s they call them, strong able men, who work desperately to keep their lives afloat in a world where everything has succumbed to depression. America has died along with its future. People like him are famous for one thing, they take kids away, we never see them again. School, home, walking the streets, nowhere is safe from them. Nowhere.
They’re here now, looking for me. I don’t know how they found out about me. Someone must have told them. I’ll go with them, rehabilitation camps are what’s best for us. For every freak child. That’s what they call us, the ones who survived IAAN. A disease that swept the nation, dropping dead kids left and right. It was thought that no one survived. Until us, freak kids, but we didn’t get away unscathed we’re cursed with powers. I know what you’re thinking, YAY, we get to fly and stuff. No, we’re monsters, demons, disgraceful, scary. We can control things, that’s all my parents told me before they called the death squad. I don’t know what power I have. Not yet. But I’m not dead. I’m a monster. I have to go, I don’t know what fate will await me at the camps. Death? Rehabilitation? (I wish) slaves? But hey, better than endangering everyone who ever gave two shits about you right?!
My brown eyes drifted past my sobbing parents as I braved walking past them, to him. A wonderland grin spread from one of his ears to the other, I half expected him to say ‘we’re all mad here!!” but he remained silent. He grabbed me harshly pulling me out the door, his grip digging into the soft flesh of my upper arm causing my eyes to start watering. I force my tears back as I fumbled through the double doors of a sleek black van, classy. I might have enjoyed it if he hadn’t shoved me into two huddling fellow freaks, both of whom let out little squeals as I barrelled into them. I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing, causing them both to glare, and a stinging blow swung to the left side of my cheek. I fell to the ground clutching my face, and set one of my best death glares at ‘Wonderland’, whose raspy voice would forever send shivers down my spine.
“Speak again freak-” I cut him off almost comically.
“I didn’t fucking speak, it’s called a laugh. Ever heard of it?” What little balance I’d regained what quickly shattered. He slammed the butt of his rifle directly onto the already forming bruise.
“Next time, I’ll blind you.” The simple sentence rendered me speechless, I’ve got balls, but not that big.
He smiled his classic smile again, but this time it was chilling, before he retreated to his follow colleges who seemed too interested in their card game to care about me. I turned to face my new family, as the van rumbled to life, leaving my life and ‘parents’ behind us. God, were they shivering?
“Well, that was fun. Huh tweedle dee and tweedle dum?” I whispered trying to lighten the mood.
Dee had short dirty blonde hair looked like it had been forcefully cut from her petite head, her crystal blue eyes widened dramatically at my nerve to continue speaking, I had the urge to laugh, but decided against it.
Dum was a spitting image of her, only taller and muscular. He had grey eyes instead of the vibrant blue hues his counterpart owned. Probably siblings from the way Dee hid behind her brother for protection. A shard of sympathy went out for them, families were never permanent. Not for monsters like us.
“You shouldn’t look for trouble, not now, not when we reach the camps. You’ll lose yourself down the rabbit hole Alice, and this Wonderland isn’t fun.” Dum’s low voice rumbled out, even his voice sounded protective. Yikes.
“Look Dum, I appreciate the concern, but I can handle myself. And I like the nickname by the way!”
“Shut up, before you get us all killed.” God, if I had to put a voice to hades, it would definitely be Dee’s. I mean damn, that girl’s voice was squeaky!
“As muc-“ My retort was cut off by the truck braking, hard. We were thrown once again to the ground; I might as well live there! I scrambled to see the rest of the van’s occupants weren’t in much better condition. All of us confused, but we didn’t have time to ask questions before the whole van was being lifted into the air and hurled to the forest lining the road we were currently travelling.
Everything moved in slow motion, I shoved Tweedle dee and Tweedle dum behind me and backed us up against the wall. They were in too much of a shock to protest. An ear splitting crack vibrated through the walls. The van wall concaved on impact throwing us around the small space like ragdolls, and all at once, it stilled. I forced my muscles to cooperate as I used all my strength to push myself upwards. My eyesight blurred, but I made the brief outline of my captors scrambling to escape out of the gaping hole in the van wall. I was tempted to follow them, to run. It was like my mind was on high alert trying to force me out of the destroyed vehicle. I searched desperately for my tweedles. Pulling at their torn clothes, and with ragged breath I to pulled them out of the wreckage. I could hear the obnoxious laugh of someone coming to search what was left of our transport, I wasn’t ready to face them. So with one final effort for safety I pulled us onto our feet, a piercing pain shot up my leg causing me to scream out in pain. I pushed tweedles toward the trees as I fell back down.
Dum knelt beside me, obviously having regained his sense. He tries desperately to walk with me, but the added weight would never work.
“Go!” He looked at me once in alarm, before dropping me and launching into the trees closely followed by his sister.
I rolled to my back looking past the tree line to the stars. I felt my consciousness start to slip, as a figure blocked my perfect view, but my eyesight was too far gone to see any detail until I slipped into darkness.
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