A/N Hello fandom! I was tossing this around in my head for around a year and I've decided to write it. A couple notes though, first being that I cut my finger on some metal today so if there are type errors that's why. Secondly, I find it distracting in stories I read to have (Y/N) in the script, it breaks the continuity.
So, not to exclude any males who read this, but I'm referring to the main character
as she and as Amelia (no worries, my real name isn't that, I know people sometimes
like to put their names in so they are a part of it.) It's just easier to read and write that way. I do mean for everyone who reads this to feel included. Also, my sister will be leaving soon and I can't promise that the one of the two computers we have that she'll take is this one. So it may have to be put on hold. Sorry. We'll see how that pans out. So here ya go!
Chapter 1
You sit in the one room of your tiny 20' by 16' house and eat your lunch. You are about to go ride your mother's Paint mare Harmony. Suddenly, the dogs start barking in the driveway. A black van drives up and two men from the FBI get out. They walk up to the door and knock. You open it and wake your mother and tell her someone is here. She climbs down the ladder from the loft and comes to stand beside you. "Can we help you gentlemen?" She asks. The taller man steps forward. "Ma'am, this paper holds our instructions to quarentine your family. You are no longer permitted to leave this house. The state has issued a state of emergency for Ebola and you are thought to have been exposed." He says. "What about our animals?" Your mom asks. She had worked hard to build the farm of 60 acres. "You no longer own them. Pending our bloodwork on them, they will be taken away and humanly euthanized to stop the disease from spreading. You will be required to turn over any food that you have. You will be provided with food at the courtesy of the US government. I repeat, until the danger is past, you aren't permitted to leave this...whatever you call this shed. How many of you live in this thing anyway? Nevermind don't answer that." Mom thanked the man for notifying her and began to close the door. What you are about to do was probably quite out of line, as you are only sixteen and you don't have enough knowledge to step out and say what you thought. But you do anyway. And it turns out to be a very bad decision. You step in front of your mother and hold the door open. "All due respect sir, but exactly why can't we leave our house? Ebola is only spread through contact with the fluids of an infected person. It is not carried through the air. Why, therefore, aren't we simply banned from leaving the property? You can see that the house is small, and there are four people that live in it. We need to leave it for most of the day. And you shouldn't stop us, we'd go crazy!"
The man seems taken aback by the information being fired at him like Spock on Star Trek. And also because of the amazingly polite tone from a teenager. He also didn't understand how on Planet Earth anyone could know that Ebola didn't spread through the air since they'd changed the information months ago. "First off young one, you shouldn't be correcting an adult, and second of all, you know too much. So my pal and I are going to closely monitor your emails and phone calls. And if we see anything that tells of what you know, we have the right and responsibility to arrest you. Is that understood?" You shrink back thinking of gunshots and dead bodies and decide that it wouldn't be wise to argue further with an FBI agent who is most likely armed. "Yes sir. You say quietly. "And furthermore, you weren't given super intelligence and many different senses just so that you could judge the government. We can remove the chip in your brain producing these abilities at any time, although you've had it long enough now that it doesn't matter now, the new abilities will show up randomly anyway." You would've jumped to the moon if you could have. "Wait, why wasn't I told this? I'm bionic?" The shock of the realization that your life was an experiment numbs you enough to what he says next that you don't scream. "In a matter of speaking, yes. But you have to understand that you are only a prototype. We can't do anything more than manipulate your neural pathways to our needs. It's not like on Lab Rats or anything where we change how your body functions in general.
Anyways, we are not taking out that chip, because you are still being studied. I have been your monitor and manager for twelve years when you were first selected for the experiment. You can't have any choice in the matter because you are a minor. Your parents knew nothing of this when it happened, so they have no say either." "So my life has been being watched like a television and I didn't know about it? Why did you do this?" "That's none of your business." You again step forward. "I think it is my business sir. It's my mind, my body, my life you want to study and control. I think I have a right to know why it was done. Now please tell me." The man drew out a gun and cocked it. "I don't explain myself to children. Now if you'll kindly step back into the house, I need to be leaving."
You shut up and back down. He closes the door and the men drive away. Later your brothers Tom and Allen come in from the woods and ask why they can't leave the house. Mom just tells them the truth. You offer to play on Horse Isle 2 and help them with the minigames. Everyone settles quietly into the imprisonment. For now.
One week later
The man in the red shirt shakes with excitement. Weeks of working on off hours and toiling through the night and he was going to do it. He would beam someone from the past onboard the Enterprise.
He checked over the calculations hurriedly one more time and then pressed the button on his touchboard.
"I just can't take it anymore Sarah! I am stuck in a tiny house with windows looking at the horses that are my best friends that are going to die soon. I want to run out and ride them and groom them, but I can't do it because I'll be arrested if I do. And we get barely enough food." "Really? The government said they were feeding quarantined people and Ebola patients better than the common citizen."
Sarah is always one to believe the first thing someone says to her and then disregard any other opinion
that opposes it. She was always easy to mislead. You decide to just head off an argument. "Yeah I guess I'm just picky. I'm just so grumpy because I'm stuck in here and you've seen how small this place is. "You let out a frustrated yell. "Hey, it'll all die out soon and then the quarantines will end. As for the horses and other animals, I'm sorry about what's going to happen, but you'll get more."
You talk with her for another hour then go down to get some lunch. Mom turns and points out where your food is and goes back to talking on her phone. She is talking to a medical doctor to see about getting a test for Ebola carrying. She wants this quarantine to end as much as you do. When she gets off the phone, you ask her, "Mom, why can't just one thing be normal in my life? I have one Human friend and I have intelligence and senses that not many other people have. Why can't I be a normal kid that likes pop culture and dating? Why can't I have a life that doesn't point to being different all the time?" Mom sighs and says she doesn't know. Then she suddenly starts looking at you in a weird way."Mom, what's wrong?" "You're glowing!" You look and sure enough, you see tendrils of blue light. You feel a tingling sensation and realize that your being pulled away, not knowing where to. You scream and reach for your mother. She reaches out to touch you and her hand passes through. Just as a new enviornment forms around you, you hear her call your name in an anguishing cry. And then she's gone. In her place, there are white walls. And a man jumping up and down and shouting "I did it!" repeatedly in delight. He was wearing a red shirt.
A/N Tell me what you think a review! If you have suggestions let me know too, although I have a really good idea on where I'm taking this thing. But all comments are welcome.:)