Chapter 1: Amnesia
Black. Wet. A voice.
"She's stable. We'll find out everything when she wakes up."
My eyes flash open. A white ceiling. Gadgets everywhere. A tube in my arm. Lying on a cot. And people. Two men and a teenage boy. One man with black hair. He is clearly in charge. The other has spiky blond hair with an air of danger. Mischief sparks in his eyes. And the boy has brown hair and seems angry and frustrated. They're all talking to each other, huddled in a circle. Suddenly the boy turns around and looks at me.
"She's awake!" he yells and runs towards me. They all crowd around me. Three more people come in. A tall boy with large muscles. A black, skinny, teenage boy. And a pretty girl. I back up in fear.
"Guys, give her room," the man in charge says, shoving them back. He then helps me sit up.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"We found you on our beach. You were almost dead, but we saved you," he explains.
"How?"
"We gave you bionics. Now, we have to ask, who are you?"
"Who am I?"
"What's your name?" he sighs.
"Um," I mumble and think. With a shock I realize, "I don't know."
"Amnesia. I thought so. She can remember basic things, like facts, but anything about her life and who she is has been forgotten," he tells the others. The angry boy groans.
"So we don't know anything about her?" he asks him. The other man nods.
"I've looked in all the records and I can't find anything," the spiky haired man groans.
"You can't remember anything?" the angry boy asks me.
"No," I say, shocked. "I don't."
"Bree, get her some student clothes. Chase, find a place for her in the dorms and show her around. I'm going to help Douglas go through the records again," the man in charge says.
"You're not keeping her here, are you?" the angry boy, Chase, asks. "We don't know anything about her!"
"Yes, she has bionics and she needs to be taught," the man says. He begins unhooking the tube in my arm and speaks to me. "We'll call you Jane Doe, since we don't know who you are, okay?"
"Okay," I say, standing up. My legs are a little shaky, but I can do it. Chase storms out and the other teen boys follow. The girl takes my arm and leads me out, into another room. It's full of clothes and shoes. The girl, Bree, begins looking through them.
"Do you need any help?" I ask.
"No," she says. She turns, a tee, pants, and shoes in her arms. "Here, put these on." I take them into the changing room and do as she said. There's a mirror in the room. I nearly shriek in terror. My raven black hair is uneven, some parts long and others really short. My body is littered with scars and I have black stitches in my forehead and lip. The only decent part of me is my green eyes which seem to glow with electricity.
When I come out of the changing room my face most say it all since Bree says, "Yeah, you kinda need a makeover." I nod. Bree laughs, "C'mon." She grabs my hand and leads me to a room. White stone and comfortable couches. An ocean view and a pool. And three glass cases.
"What is this place?" I ask.
"This is the mentors' room. Adam, Chase, and I are mentors. Leo also sleeps in here," Bree explains. I nod.
"And what are those?" I ask, waving my hand at the cases.
"Capsules. They regulate our bionics and make sure we don't glitch." Bree pats a chair. "Now sit down." I listen and sit.
"What are you going to do? Why are you being so nice? Chase doesn't like me very much," I say all in a rush.
Bree laughs, "First, I'm going to cut your hair and help you look better. Second, you remind me of someone I used to know. And, no, Chase does not like you. Anymore questions?" She pulls back my hair and begins to cut. I decide not to ask any more questions, even though they burn inside me. Why doesn't Chase like me? Who do I remind Bree of? Who am I?
When Bree finishes cutting my hair she puts in a yellow lightning bolt hair clip in it. She then gives me a mirror. My hair is now cut super short and spiky. And the clip matches my yellow shoulders.
"What do the different colors on the shirts mean?" I ask, remembering the different colored shirts in the closet.
"They represent what level of control over your bionics you have. Yellow is beginner," Bree explains. Suddenly the door opens.
"I still can't believe Mr. Davenport! I had to rework other student's schedule's to fit her in! And we don't even know what she is like! She could be another Sebastian!" Chase yells, storming through the door. He freezes when he see me. "What is she doing here?"
"She is getting her hair cut, since it was a rat's nest earlier! What are you doing here?" I ask, sick of being talked about rather than talked to. Bree laughs.
"I live here. And don't talk to your teacher like that!" He wags his finger at me, puffing out his chest like a puffer fish. I walk up to him, relishing the fact that I'm taller than him.
"I haven't been to school. You're not my teacher yet." I grin. Chase just glares at me. I smirk. "Now, I believe Mr. Davenport told you to show me the island." Chase groans, turns around, and walks out. I follow, practically skipping.