short stories

The Forgotten pt.1

On the fourth of July in the year 2058 at 5:30, the people of Oversea gathered in the town square to watch the fireworks. Everything was normal and nothing out of the ordinary happened, yet. After the fireworks finished it was 6:34 and everyone was heading home. Carmela and her family climbed into the car, and were about to leave, when a loud boom was heard from a nuclear power plant about three miles away. A few seconds after the loud noise, a green dust storm of nuclear radiation came and covered the whole town. 

        In the early Saturday morning the wind seemed to whistle in through the window, just as it did every morning. Even though the sun was shining, Carmela's cell was filled with darkness. She awoke to the sound of a loud buzz followed by a small click. She opened her eyes and glanced at the heavy steel door as it slowly began to open. Another day in Hell, she thought to herself. She walked out of her steel prison, and into the hallway toward the mess hall for breakfast. She watched as trays of food were handed to other inmates. Some slipped through artificial portals, or were levitated. 

      In case you are wondering, everyone in the vicinity had gained some sort of supernatural ability. Some could walk through walls, levitate objects, create portals, and loads of other things. But only those that inhaled fumes from the power plant had these abilities. It has been four years since the explosion, and Camela still didn't know what her power was, or if she had one at all.

     Anyone with a power gained them at least a year after the incident. It was mostly children who gained these abilities. Since they were young and couldn’t control their powers that well, they were considered dangerous, and locked up. 

    There are different colors that represent a person’s danger level. The more dangerous you are, the higher security you get. The lowest is yellow. These are people with abilities like levitation, or anything harmless like that. Next is blue, they are geniuses. They're powers consist of high intelligence and quick problem solving, some blues can have x-ray vision as well. The third and final color is red, the most dangerous. Depending on their power, reds could be executed if the supervisors see it fit. I’m a yellow--well, not really. I had to make a few changes.

     Camila was sitting in the holding room waiting to be placed. 

“Camila Rose.” She arose when she heard her name, and a man wearing a white lab coat escorted her to a room. The room was small, containing a small machine, computer monitor, and a chair. “Have a seat.” The doctor told her, not looking up from the paper he was reading. she walked over to the chair, and sat down. It wasn't the most comfortable chair, but it wasn't uncomfortable either. He set down the clipboard, and started to attach wires to her temples and forehead. “What are these for?” She asked the straight faced man. “These are going to tell me what your ability is and your danger level.” He replied, giving Camila the fakest smile she had ever seen. Once the doctor had placed the wires in their appropriate places, walked over to the monitor and tapped a few things on the screen. “So, how old are you?” He asked, trying to make small talk. “Almost fifth-teen.” She mumbled in response. “What kind of things do you like?” He inquired. “I like reading, writing and drawing.” She replied.

      They talked for a few minutes more before the machine beeped. The doctor walked over to the monitor and stared at it for a moment. He turned towards Camila and said something that sent chills down her spine; “I’m sorry.” With those two words he grabbed a pair of scissors, and lunged at her. She jumped out of the chair, causing the wires to be ripped off her head. His wrist slammed down onto the back of the chair with a loud crack. He screamed out in pain, dropping the scissors as he gripped his forearm with his other hand.

     Camila walked over and grabbed his hand, her eyes turning red. Now, she knew she was a red but she had promised herself that she would help everyone in this Hellish place escape. The doctor's cries of pain ceased, and his pupils dilated expinecily. “You are going to forget any of this happened,” She stated in a demanding tone. “I’m going to forget any of this happened.” He repeated in a monotone voice. “And I am a yellow.” She said in a less threatening voice. “And you are yellow.” The doctor stated in that same monotone voice. When Camila let go of his hand, Dr.Mills, as he was known, walked over to the monitor, tapping a few things on the screen, and the machine made a small noise telling him his changes were successful. He did this all with a lifless look on his face. Camila blinked a few times, and both their eyes and expressions went back to normal. “Ha, well it looks like you’re a yellow. When you walk out the door, go to the left and someone will give you your new clothes. Then, you will be escorted to the yellow chamber.”

       That brings me to my current situation. We are not allowed to roam the halls after hours, but I decided it would be a good idea to walk around, and try memorizing all exits and entrances. But, as I was about to turn the corner to get to my cell, a guard caught me. Now I have to spend twenty days in secured isolation.
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🎶I don't want this isolation~🎶
(Humility-Gorillaz)
Bye👋