A little author's note.
Thank you all who are about to enter this journey with me. This is a different fanfic than anything I have ever written. There will be more character depth, more plot line, and more twists. Hopefully you'll stay on your toes.
This is an Emison fanfic, but it will mostly be Alison centric. Emison is a slow burn in this.
Also, this will probably be published one day with different character names, hopefully. So I'm taking more of a detailed approach on this fic.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed imagining and writing it.
K xx
(If you are looking for an Affair update, it will be within the next few days :) )
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When Alison regained consciousness, she didn't know where she was. Her eyes shot open as she pushed herself up from the lying position she was in. There was a rhythmic monotonous beeping noise, which she realized was the sound of a heartbeat. Her heartbeat.
She was in a white room, practically everything in the room was white or metallic. The walls were a plain white, the tile a similar white. The bright light above her had a white glare to it, even the sheets and hospital gown that Alison was in, was plain white. The only thing at all colorful in the room was the IV hooked up to her arm. The substance inside of the IV bag was a vibrant blue. It reminded Alison of blue popsicles, that turned your entire mouth a similar shade. Weren't IV bags supposed to contain saline? Why was hers blue and gooey looking?
Feeling a sense of panic, Alison quickly placed her hand on her arm to pull the IV out of her. Before she could get the chance to however, the door to the room she was in opened, and a man in a white lab coat entered.
"I see you've finally woken up, good morning," the doctor said, a prominent British accent was evident.
He was holding a clipboard and pen, flipping through the papers as he approached Alison. His hair was a dark brown and wavy, and his smile very charming. He was an attractive man Alison realized, noticing the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. Maybe this wasn't the worst of ways she could wake up after all.
"Who are you?" Alison asked, her voice cracking from the lack of moisture in her mouth. When was the last time someone gave her a drink? More importantly, how long had she been out?
The doctor laughed slightly, "I'm Doctor Wren Kingston, you've been out for a few days. I'll get you some water in a minute."
It was as if the doctor read her mind, or was it just coincidental?
"What happened to me?" Alison asked.
"I'll explain all of it to you soon. Let me just take your vitals," he said, taking the stethoscope from around his neck.
Alison straightened up as he placed the instrument on her chest, then her back. He checked her eyes too, followed by her throat and ears. Alison watched him intently, but her doctor was too distracted with making sure she was okay. The stethoscope was cold on her back, and the sensation didn't dissipate as Dr. Wren asked her to take a deep breath whenever he placed the end of the stethoscope on a different part of her back.
After he checked her eyes, throat, and ears, he scribbled a few sentences down on his clipboard before clicking his pen. Alison noticed his right hand was scarred. Splotchy burned skin covered his hand. It was red and webbed looking, and he was missing fingernails on his thumb and pointer finger.
"Do you remember anything at all? Anything that's happened in the past few days?" Dr. Kingston asked, his voice soft and calm. He had a very inviting voice, similar to the voice you would hear on a CD for relaxation.
"Not really. Everything's kind of a blur. Why? Do you know what happened?" Alison asked, as Dr. Kingston put down his clipboard and began unhooking Alison from her IV.
"I do, and like I said, I'll explain everything in a few minutes," he said, pulling the needle from her arm. "For now, I'll get you some clothes to put on. While you're changing, I'll go and get you something to drink and some food to tide you over for now. You have an eventful day ahead of you."
After removing the heartbeat monitor from her finger, which cut out the annoying beeping noise of her heartbeat, Dr. Wren went into a drawer beneath her bed and took out a white cloth bag. He removed a black jumpsuit with dark grey designs covering it. The fabric varied from tight spandex material on the arms, back, and legs, to a mesh material on her chest. Included with the jumpsuit was a pair of black combat boots and a few hair ties.
She dressed quickly, not knowing how much time she had before Dr. Kingston came back. The jumpsuit was a bit difficult to put on at first, until she realized it zipped up in the back. On the upper right arm of the jumpsuit was the letters "NASW" in white, framed in an oval. Why was she given such strange clothing? The jumpsuit felt very light, as if she wasn't wearing anything at all.
There was a single mirror in the room, on the wall near the hospital bed. Alison approached it, and fixed her hair with her fingers. Her hair was a bit unkempt, her wavy blonde locks were a bit frizzy from laying down for so long. She took a section of her hair and tied it behind her head, leaving the underneath layer down. It would have to do for now.
As she looked at the mirror, she noticed something was a bit off. She reached out her finger and pressed it against the mirror. She frowned, there was no gap between her finger and the image of her finger on the mirror. Two way glass? When she was eleven, her older brother taught her that if there's a gap between your finger and the reflection of your finger in the mirror, it was a genuine mirror. If there wasn't, than someone could be on the other side of the glass.
Dr. Kingston entered from the door moments later, causing Alison to recoil her hand and turn around. He was carrying a tray of food that was steaming, and a bottle of water.
"You're looking better!" he said, smiling as he closed the door behind him with his back. "I hope you like boiled eggs and kinwa. It was just made about two minutes ago in the cafe for everyone else here."
"Who's everyone else?" Alison asked, as he placed the tray down at the table next to the bed.
"See, now I can answer your questions," Wren said, taking a thick, black wristband out of his lab coat pocket. "Let me just put this on your wrist."
He gestured for Ali's hand, and Alison allowed him to attach it to her wrist. It was a metallic black, and looked very similar to a FitBit. Once he snapped the two ends together, the wristband gave a short beep.
"There. This is just to track your heart rate, sleep patterns, and location during your stay here. It also is your key, and will allow you access to level one security rooms as well as your dorm," he said, motioning for Alison to sit down. "I'm sure you're hungry. Let me explain while you eat."
Alison obeyed, and sat down at the edge of the bed. She picked up the tray and set it on her lap, and quickly opened the bottle of water and took a few long gulps. Water had never tasted so good.
"The reason you're here is because of an incident that occurred a few days ago. You showed some, well what others would consider, abnormal qualities," Wren said, pulling up a chair to sit next to Ali's bed.
"Abnormal qualities?" Ali asked, raising her eyebrows as she placed her water down and began eating.
"Yes...in short, and there's no easy way to tell you this but, you murdered your parents," Wren said.
Alison coughed, trying not to choke on her eggs, "I what?"
"Well, I guess it was a bit unintentional on your part," Wren said, flipping through the papers on his clipboard. "There was a heated argument between you and your respected parents, and you caused their cerebrums to heat up and melt."
"Their what?" Alison asked, frowning. "I don't speak doctor."
"Their brains. You basically made their brains fry in their head. Have you had any other instances like that?" Wren asked, getting his pen ready to write down what she said.
"No, not at all...are my parents really dead?" Alison asked, watching as Dr. Kingston wrote down her response.
"I'm afraid so. And that's why you're here. This here is a secret government facility called, the National Advanced Super Weaponry. You'll be put with others of similar ages and abilities as you. You're not the only one who can perform abilities such as yourself," Wren explained. "During your stay here, you'll be trained on finding out what your powers are, as well as how to control those powers. Eventually, you'll be used as a super weapon of the United States."
"I'm being trained as an accessory for the USA?" Alison asked. "This is what this is all about?"
"Not at all! Don't you want to help your country? Don't you want to be able to use your powers on free will? Train and become one of the most powerful human beings on Earth? We've seen your records Alison, we know you want more from life than that small town you were holed up in," Wren said, causing Alison to stop chewing.
"So, what's the catch?" Alison asked. It was true, she hated the small town she was stuck in. She was a senior in high school, and it was as if the whole world was going on without her. Nothing happened in the town of Pennsylvania that she resided in, but everything was happening everywhere else.
"No catch. You'll become faster, stronger, and you'll discover things about yourself that you never thought you knew," Wren said. "And when the time comes and you've completed your training, you'll be used by the government in secret missions and combat operations alongside some of the other members you'll meet here. In the meantime, your parents' death was very tragic, we have a psychiatrist that you can talk to, if you need it."
She didn't feel much guilt for her parents death, they were assholes anyway. It was only a matter of time before they got what they deserved. The only good quality she inherited from them was the good looks, which she and her older brother shared. It was the well structured chin, jaw line, light eyes, and blonde hair that made up both DiLaurentis children. She and Jason were pretty children, and grew to be attractive young adults. Alison was only seventeen, she still had time to get even prettier. Jason was a few years older than her, and his looks seemed to have solidified. She hadn't heard much of her brother in a while, but they were never that close when he lived with them.
"Your brother's fine, though as far as he or anyone else knows, you're dead," Wren said. "And I assume you won't want to take me up on the psychiatrist offer. I came from an unstable family life as well so, I understand."
Was that coincidental again that he was able to practically read what was on her mind? First the water, now this? Maybe it was a bit obvious on what she was going to say, and she was just overreacting. But with the news of she and others being capable of strange powers other didn't possess, she couldn't really rule out the fact her doctor may possess these powers as well.
"It's fine, it'll probably be a relief for everyone now that I'm dead. They're probably glad that I'm gone," Alison shrugged, finishing her eggs.
It was a true, Alison wasn't the nicest of people in the town she lived in. She blamed her parents, but at the same time she didn't blame them. Before all of this happened, Alison ran everyone's lives at her school. She had them at her fingertips, and she knew it. Maybe this was part of her 'undiscovered powers' that Dr. Kingston was talking about, maybe she had a knack for getting things out of people due to some power she didn't know she had. This was all new to her, she didn't even remember killing her parents.
"Once you finish, I'll go get another doctor, he'll give you a tour of our facility and answer any other questions that you have. You'll probably be able to start training with your age group during their afternoon lessons," he said, as Alison finished her food and set her tray on the table.
She rose and followed Dr. Kingston out of the white room. She was glad to finally leave, the white room was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable.
The hallway they entered had a bit more color to it, at least the walls were a pale blue. They passed through another door and into a darker hallway. Well, it was darker in comparison to the other rooms she had been in. There was a large window which looked into a training room. Alison figured it was one way glass, judging by the darkness of the room she was standing in.
It kind of looked a bit like a gym, with squishy gray mats as the flooring. There wasn't much to it, the only reason Alison knew that it was a training room was the plaque above the door to the room. Alison also saw one solitary person inside, dressed in a black and red jumpsuit. It was a light skinned man, strongly built in a short sleeved jumpsuit. On the back of the jumpsuit said, TRAINER in red block letters. He had his arms up in a defensive state, ready to punch at...nothing? Alison was confused. Was he just standing in this room by himself? Ready to punch at the air?
Alison watched as the trainer suddenly fell, as if someone kicked his legs out from under him and slammed him on the mat. The trainer landed on his back, and Alison almost gasped as a girl materialized out of thin air. She had her foot on the trainer's stomach, and was smirking down at him. She had blonde hair similar to Alison's, and was wearing the same jumpsuit as her. The trainer below her quickly grabbed the girl by the foot she had on him and twisted it, causing the girl to crumble to the ground.
"Sorry, I'm a few minutes behind," a man said, causing Ali to tear her attention away from what she had just witnessed.
Another doctor was standing in the room with them now, holding a clipboard similar to Dr. Kingston. He was attractive as well, with lines around his eyes when he charmingly smiled. His hair was straight and a medium brown, combed perfectly in a combover fashion. His teeth were exceptionally white, as well as his lab coat.
"No problem at all Dr. Rollins," Wren said, shaking the other doctor's hand pompously. "We weren't waiting long."
"You must be Alison DiLaurentis," the new doctor said, approaching Alison and holding out his hand. "I'm Doctor Elliot Rollins, I read up on your file. Might I say, very impressed."
Alison reached out and shook his hand. His grip was firm, and his smile inviting. Since her awakening, she had already met two attractive men.
"Thanks…I guess," Alison responded, not knowing what else to say. "Nice to meet you."
She looked down at their hands, and his hand was heavily burned as well. All his fingernails were missing, in comparison to Dr. Kingston's. In fact, both his hands were equally burned and scarred. Dr. Rollins seemed to notice that she noticed this, and recoiled his hand away immediately.
He cleared his throat, "I'll take her from here, Dr. Kingston. Thank you for bringing her to me."
"No trouble at all. I'll leave you two to it. Cheers!" Wren said, smiling and nodding at Alison before exiting through the door they came through.
"Right, so Alison, I'll be giving you your tour today. I'm sure you'll find everything alright, and you'll enjoy your mostly free reign of this facility. If you'll follow me, I'll bring you down to the sleeping area," he said, motioning for her to follow. "You'll be bunking with one other girl your age. Your room is big enough, and you're both given a full sized bed. I'm sure space and privacy won't be an issue."
They entered an elevator, and Elliot hit the button labeled "S" on the panel with his burned pointer finger. It was the only button not labeled by a number, and the highest floor in the building. There were five floors in the facility, and they were currently only on the 1st.
The elevator went whizzing upwards, Alison could feel it as the floors ticked by. Dr. Rollins kept a respectable distance from Alison the whole way up, and didn't say anything to her the whole time. Instead, he wrote down notes on his clipboard and flipped through a few papers.
The elevator dinged and opened to a hallway that went three ways. A sign pointing to the left was labeled, "Men's Dorms" and a sign pointing to the right was labeled, "Women's Dorms." There was a locked door going either way to the men's or women's, and Alison realized where her wristband came into play. The middle door, straight in front of them also had a lock, and was labeled "Recreation."
"Obviously, you'll be in the women's dorms. You use your wristband to gain access to it, simple as that. Same with gaining access to your room. Only you and your roommate will be able to gain access to it, though you're more than welcome to allow others into your room. Just if your roommate agrees of course!" Dr. Rollins said, sticking his hand out to scan his own wristband on the lock of the door. There was a ding and the light on the lock turned green, allowing them access to the women's dorms. He held the door open for Alison, allowing her to enter before him.
The women's dormitory hallway had navy blue carpeting, with light blue painted walls. There were doors every so often down the hallway, labeled with a number and a lock similar to the one that was on the door to the women's dorms.
"As you can see, it's empty right now," he said, leading her down the hallway. "Everyone is training at the moment, either in group training or individual training. You'll be training for most of the day, either with a group or alone. Training is from 9am to 12pm, then from 1pm to 6pm. After that, you're free to do whatever. Mostly, everyone goes to the recreational room for a few hours. I'll show you that next."
They stopped at a door labeled, 23. Dr. Rollins reached out his wrist again and placed it on the lock of the door. It dinged and turned green, and he opened the door to her new room.
"And this is where you'll be staying!" Dr. Rollins said, opening the door wide to allow Ali to see inside.
The room was beautiful. It had a large window, that allowed her a view of the Manhattan skyline. The large World Trade Center towered high above the other buildings, and Alison watched in awe as she stepped forward into the room.
"Beautiful isn't it? Your roommate had the same reaction when she first stepped into this room as well," Rollins laughed slightly. "Though we aren't currently in New York City, or New York, it's still nice to have a view of it. Jersey City is just as beautiful however."
Alison tore her eyes away from the skyline, and turned to look at the room. The floors were a light colored wood, and there were two full sized beds on opposite sides of the room. One side of the room, the one farther away from the door, looked like someone was living in it. The closet on the owned side of the room was opened, and Ali could see black with gray jumpsuits inside on hangers. The bed wasn't made, and there was a large book sitting on the bedside table.
"Your side of the room is right here, clearly," Dr. Rollins said, motioning to the empty side of the room. "A maid comes by everyday to make your bed and take care of your laundry. But do try not to trash the room, they aren't paid much. There should be jumpsuits that fit you in your closet already, a bathrobe, as well as pajamas. When you're done with your clothes for the day, just place them on the floor of your closet. They'll get cleaned and returned to you."
"So who's rooming with me?" Alison asked, wondering exactly who she would be rooming with.
"Her name's Spencer Hastings. Really nice girl, very unique abilities as well," Dr. Rollins said, chuckling slightly. "But then again, everyone here seems to have different and unique powers."
"What's her power?" Alison asked, curiously. Wasn't Spencer a boy's name?
"She can understand any language. We haven't found a language she doesn't know how to understand and speak fluently. She also is very smart, as you can see she goes through many books," Dr. Rollins said, motioning to the stack of books next to her bed.
"How does being polylingual and a brainiac supposed to help her in fighting?" Alison asked, raising her eyebrows.
Dr. Rollins chuckled, "You'd be surprised. She's good at reading people, knowing what attack move they're going to make next. Sometimes even before they do. She can get you out of sticky situations, and find solutions to problems faster than anyone else can. If that's not enough for you, she can pack a serious punch. I wouldn't say any of what you're saying to me right now to her face later."
Alison frowned, and looked at the stack of books. How bad could this girl be? What could she do? Beat her in a spelling bee? That was probably it.
"Well, since you've seen your room, why don't I take you to the recreational room before we go to the cafe. That way we can finish the tour and have you starting off with the afternoon group training session. It's a co-ed group training session of 17-18 year olds," Dr. Rollins said, as they left the room.
They exited the women's dorms and went into the middle door that was labeled recreation. Once again, Dr. Rollins used his wristband to get in. The lock beeped, and Dr. Rollins opened the door to let Alison inside. He stepped aside to allow her to enter, and smiled down at her when she looked up at him.
The room they entered was very large, and sectioned off by dividing walls in a few areas. It was carpeted in a gray blue color, unlike the wood flooring of the rest of the dorms. There was a large flat screen TV hanging on the left wall, with a white sectional couch and beanbag chairs strewn around in that area. There was a gaming system there as well, resting on top of drawers that were labeled, "MOVIES" and "GAMES." Behind a dividing wall was more bean bag chairs, that faced each other like a campfire, circled around a small white table with packs of playing cards on top. To Alison, it looked like an area that the people there could sit and chat. There was another section that had a few computers, and there was a table with chairs nearby a mini fridge.
"So this is the rec room," Dr. Rollins said, picking up a magazine that had been left on the ground. He tossed it on one of the bean bag chairs. "After dinner, most of the people in this facility will hang out in here for a few hours before bed. It gives them time to unwind, and to have a bit of fun."
"You're really trying to keep people happy here huh," Alison observed, examining the game console. It was the newest model, which only had come out less than a month ago.
"We want to make everything as comfortable as possible for you. We want to make sure you're happy, and that you're in your best condition," he responded, cheerfully looking around the room. "As you can see, you'll always have a beautiful view of Jersey City, or New York City."
Alison looked out the large windows, which faced the Hudson River. The view was beautiful, she couldn't argue there.
"If you're ready, I'll take you down to the cafeteria and some of the other training rooms before showing you to your first training session," Rollins said. "For the most part, the kids are all friendly. Just watch what you say however, you don't want to go picking on the wrong sort of people."
The cafeteria was lit up and white. There were circular tables that fit about eight everywhere. The tables all together looked like they could fit about a hundred, which was probably how many kids were there under the same circumstances Alison was. There were more windows in the cafeteria as well, which looked out onto the skyline. There were a lot of windows everywhere, Alison noticed. Maybe it was so that the people inside could feel they were connected to the outside world, without actually being in the outside world.
The large exercise room didn't catch her attention, it looked run of the mill. The other training rooms didn't look that interesting either, even the weather tunnel that helped simulate extreme weather conditions. The hologram room was interesting however. During training sessions when the goal was to kill, they used holograms that were very lifelife. In fact, they were so real that Alison couldn't bring herself to try to kill one when Dr. Rollins let her have a test run.
The last room she was showed caught her attention. It was a pool room, with an extremely large and deep pool surrounded by pale gray tiles. They had walked in on a training session involving a female trainer with tattoo sleeves and bright red hair. She was wearing the same jumpsuit as the other trainer Alison saw before. The trainer was standing at the edge of the pool, and staring down into the water with her arms crossed around her chest.
Alison thought this was a bit questionable at first, until she realized that there was someone lying down at the bottom of the pool. Alison couldn't make them out very well, since they were so far down, but she saw the person spread eagle, just floating.
"Wait, are they drowning?" Alison ask, stopping Dr. Rollins in his tracks.
Dr. Rollins frowned, and looked down into the pool. "Nope, that's just one of the youngsters you'll be meeting here. Her abilities are very interesting, it's as if she's part fish."
"What do you mean?" Alison asked.
Dr. Rollins wasn't able to finish his speech, due to the loud sound of rushing water. Alison looked back at the pool, seeing a large geyser like amount of water come from the pool's surface. The person at the bottom of the pool had shot up, and grabbed onto two rings about twenty feet above the ground. They grabbed onto the rings and held on, as the water fell back down into the pool below them.
As the water fell away, and Alison could make out the appearance of the person holding onto the rings, she gasped. It was a girl, about her age, with her entire body covered in bright blue fish scales. Alison had gasped in surprise, and with the fact she was absolutely gorgeous. The scales were that was, it made her body shine in the light. The scales danced across her body below her shoulder blades. Her face was also covered in scales, and her eyes a bright blue. Alison could make out gills on the side of her neck. Her jumpsuit was the same style as Alison's but did have a openings at various places. Two of the holes allowed fins protrude out from her forearm, and her feet were webbed and scaled. The girl's body was strong, her arm muscles strained as she continued to hold onto the rings, a look of concentration remained on her face.
"Pull yourself up, Em!" her trainer called from below. "You can drop down after that."
Alison watched in awe as the girl was able to pull herself up from the rings, before swinging her body around. It was as if she was a mermaid, only showing a lack of tail. The girl let go, and twisted her body into a dive. She fell, and hit the water peacefully, barely making a splash.
"She can breathe underwater, and manipulate water. There's nothing with water she can't do!" Rollins said, a bit excited as the girl's head emerged from the pool.
"That's all we have time for today, Emily," the female trainer said, as the girl pulled herself out from the pool. "You have another group training session after your lunch."
She straightened up, and seemed to only notice then that Alison and Dr. Rollins were watching her. Water dripped from her hair, and her face. The gills on the side of her neck were moving violently, trying to breathe water that wasn't there.
Her eyes locked on Alison's, and Alison stared back as the girl's bright blue eyes travelled up her body. She had an attractive face, despite it being covered in scales, and would probably be even more attractive once she was dry and fixed up. Her hair was a deep brown color, close to black. It was parted on one side, and Alison saw that the left side of her head was shaved. It wasn't a short buzz cut length, but more of a medium buzz cut. She had high cheekbones, and tan colored skin. The girl was thrown a towel, and began patting herself down, rubbing the water off of the scales on her body.
"If you want to continue on, I can show you a few more rooms before I bring you back to the main training room," Rollins said. "I think we should leave Emily here to get cleaned up."
Alison tore her eyes away from the staring contest she was having with the fish girl. Her scales gleamed in the light, as the girl breathed heavily. Alison was almost mesmerized as she watched her, wondering what the girl's story was, and how they found out she can turn into a fish.
Dr. Rollins led her from the room, and they made their way across the tiles to the exit of the large pool room. Just as they were about to leave, when Alison turned around to look at the girl one last time.
Alison was surprised to see that the scales on the girl's body were disappearing as she wiped the water from her body. Tan skin replaced the blue scales that covered every part of her body, and the gills on her neck were gone. Alison could now make out the face of a gorgeous girl who now had brown eyes, almost completely lacking bright blue scales on her face. Alison was awestruck, was she some sort of mermaid that could change freely between fish and human?
It was as if the girl knew Ali was watching her. Her eyes shot up from looking at her body as she dried herself, and locked eyes with Alison.
Who was this girl?
When Alison entered the training room, she crossed her arms defensively as she approached alone. There were already others in the room, the same room where she saw the invisible girl take down her trainer. The kids already there were her age, as Dr. Rollins said, and were sectioned off into small mini groups and having conversations.
Alison felt out of place, and she didn't like the feeling. Before the events of the last few days occurred, she would always have people with her, flanking her sides everywhere she went. Here it was different, but maybe it was because she was new. They glanced at her, some more obvious than others, but at least they were paying attention to her.
"Hey," a voice said, making Alison turn.
The guy who had approached her was tall, with piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair. He was on the taller side of the other boys as well, and Alison had to look up at him a bit. He was also wearing a jumpsuit, the same as Alison and everyone else in the spacious training room. His hands were on his sides, and he flashed Alison a bright smile.
"Hi," Alison said, not knowing what else to say to him.
"New here?" he asked, looking at a small group nearby them that was laughing.
"Yeah, I just woke up maybe an hour ago," Alison said.
"Rough. Well I'm Noel. If you need any help while you're starting off here let me know. The transition can be a bit weird at first," Noel said, smiling.
"I'm Alison, and thanks for the offer. I don't think it will be too difficult," Alison said.
"Wait you're Alison?" a girl with a deeper voice asked, stopping in her steps as she walked by them. "I'm Spencer, you're my new roommate."
"Oh right, Dr. Rollins did mention your name," Alison said, casually.
Spencer nodded, "Well if you want to follow me, I can introduce you to a few of my close friends. I mean, unless you want to hang out with 'all muscle and no brains' right here."
"Feisty today, are we Hastings?" Noel smirked, crossing his defined arms across his chest.
Spencer rolled her eyes, "I just want my new roommate to actually make some quality friends."
"I'll follow you," Alison said, speaking up as Noel and Spencer's eyes narrowed at each other. "Lead the way."
Alison followed Spencer, observing her as they walked. Despite Spencer's deeper voice, she was extremely pretty, though Alison knew she most likely would never tell Spencer that. She had medium brown hair, and high cheekbones. She was very thin and on the paler side as well, and Alison wondered if her abilities were as useful as Dr. Rollins had said. Spencer was wearing the same jumpsuit as Alison, which made Alison wonder if they ever got bored wearing the same thing everyday.
She led Alison over to two other girls. One of them was sitting on a large stack exercise mats, which were stacked about three and a half feet tall. The other was standing next to the mats, facing the girl who was sitting on them. The girl standing was on the shorter side, and both Spencer and Alison had a few good inches on her.
"Alison, this is Hanna and Aria," Spencer said, as she approached the two girls.
The blonde girl, who was sitting on the exercise mats looked over at Alison first. She had shoulder length light blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. She also had a natural beauty, though she was wearing a bit darker makeup than Spencer was. The other girl, had longer dark brown hair that was braided down her back. Her eyes were a hazel, and she was a lot shorter and more petite than the other girls. She had her arms crossed around her chest, and an innocent demeanor. All three girls Spencer, Aria, and Hanna were very pretty.
"Hey, you're Spencer's new roommate? I'm Hanna," the girl sitting on the mat said, flashing a pearly white smile. Her eyes sparkled when she smiled, and she waved slightly.
"I'm Alison," she responded, recognizing the girl. "Hey, did you happen to take down a trainer in here about an hour ago? I just saw this girl materialize out of nowhere after she took down her trainer."
"That would be me," Hanna smiled. "My thing's invisibility."
In an instant, Hanna disappeared into thin air. All that was left was an indentation on the stacked exercise mats, but that quickly disappeared as well. Alison frowned, and looked at Spencer who was rolling her eyes.
"What's your thing?" someone asked in Alison's ear, causing her to jump forward.
Alison turned around, Hanna was standing behind her with a wide grin on her face. Flustered by what just happened, Alison looked at Spencer for some sort of explanation or help.
"She just mastered her invisibility like a week ago," Spencer explained. It seemed she had already witnessed her fair share of Hanna disappearing and suddenly reappearing in places. "Now not just parts of her body disappear anymore."
"Believe me, it was weird as fuck to only have a head visible," Hanna said, sitting back down on the exercise mats. "Have you ever seen the Harry Potter movies? It's like when Harry first got that cloak in his first year!"
"Hanna you fell asleep during that part!" Aria said, speaking up for the first time. She had a small hint of a smile on her face.
"I went back and watched them with Caleb a few weeks later after you all were asleep," Hanna said, her eyes flashing towards a group of guys who were laughing together in a circle.
"You have the biggest crush on him!" Aria teased, poking Hanna.
"Where's Emily?" Spencer asked, as the man who Hanna took down in the training room earlier entered. "I knew she had one on one training earlier, but she always comes to the group training."
"Maybe she's sick?" Hanna asked, as the male trainer called for everyone to gather in the center.
"I don't know, but you know how Lorenzo hates when we're late," Aria said, as they walked towards the center of the training room. "Emily may be good, but not enough to get a free pass from him."
"Whatever, let's just go to the center," Spencer said, looking at the entrance once more.
The four of them walked to the center, circling up around the muscular trainer who was carrying a clipboard. The girls and the boys sectioned themselves off, one side was the girls and one was the guys. Alison examined the guys, only recognizing Noel. He was the only one she had met so far. A few of them were cute, but nothing too jaw dropping. Of the other girls in the group, half of them looked extremely annoying.
"Right, so I hope you guys ate today because we're doing sparring," Lorenzo said. "I'll pair you up, and everyone will watch you, one on one."
"At least he's not making us do suicides," Hanna mumbled next to Alison. Alison was suddenly glad she only just was brought to NASW today. She wasn't awful at running, but she wasn't athlete amazing.
"Only rules are, no powers. Some of you have not been passed yet to freely use your specialized ability without watchful eye. Although I'm qualified, I'm not taking the heat when one of you singes the eyebrows off someone else," Lorenzo said, looking around at all of them. "I'm talking about you Toby."
"That was two times!" Toby objected. Alison's eyes shot over to him. He was tall, with light brown hair and pale blue eyes. He had a well structured jawline, and a smooth voice. He looked like he was good friends with Noel, since Noel laughed and playfully shoved him.
"Before I begin to section you off, I need to speak with our newest arrival. Aliso-," Lorenzo began to read off the clipboard, but then was interrupted when the door of the training room opened.
Everyone's heads simultaneously turned to look at the door that was swinging shut as someone entered. Alison recognized the girl, who was now speed walking towards them. It was the girl from the pool, with the complete absence of shiny blue scales. She looked, completely human. Alison recalled her name being Emily, and she realized just how attractive Emily was the closer she got.
"Fields, and how come we're deciding to show up late?" Lorenzo's deep voice asked, as Emily stopped and stood next to Hanna.
"I'm sorry, Lorenzo. I ripped my jumpsuit open during training, and I needed-" Emily began, but Lorenzo cut her off.
Lorenzo sighed, "What do I say about excuses?"
Emily fell silent, her words catching in her throat. She sighed before replying, "That there aren't any."
"A lesson for all of you who haven't heard it enough from me, excuses are bullshit. You don't make excuses when you're out there fighting for your country, fighting for your life! Excuses separate you from life and death." Lorenzo said, looking around at all of them. "And we'll use Emily here to set an example for those who think they can show up late to my training."
Everyone was silent as they watched Lorenzo, who checked the time on his wristband.
"Start running Fields, you got two minutes to complete four suicides," Lorenzo said, pressing a few buttons on his wristband.
"Four suicides! Are you-?!" Emily began to protest.
"Should I make it six?" Lorenzo asked.
Emily's jaw hardened, but didn't say anything else. She jogged to the far side of the training room, and rested her back against the wall. Everyone watched her as Lorenzo yelled for her to begin, shouting that she had two minutes to complete the suicide drill.
"Alright, for those of you who actually showed up on time, start warming up. I want special attention on your core, I better see some planking going on," Lorenzo said. "Right now, I just need to see Alison DiLaurentis for a few minutes, just to run over some things with her."
"I'm Alison," Alison said, speaking up as people began stretching and warming up.
"Cool, I just need to give you a quick overview. I'm Lorenzo by the way," Lorenzo said. "So, I know you probably have little knowledge on how to work with your ability, or even what it may be. That's totally fine, the group training sessions aren't geared on practicing your ability since you'll find everyone is at a different stage in mastering that. These sessions are more based on working together or against each other. We sometimes have obstacles courses that require teamwork, or we do one on one sparring. It's just basics. I usually hold these group sessions.
For today, I just want to see where you're at in terms of normal skills such as combat. Consider it just a test run. I'll throw you with someone I feel you'll be able to handle yourself with, and you'll harness and improve not only your ability, but your basic skills as well."
After Lorenzo asked her a few questions, his wristband began beeping, signalling Emily's two minutes were up. Lorenzo and Alison looked over to where Emily was, and found her bent over and breathing heavily. Her arms were locked out, and supporting her upper body by holding onto her knees.
"Alright Fields! That's it!" Lorenzo called. "Come join the warmups!"
Emily straightened up, and began to walk shakily towards the others. Her face was twisted in pain, and her heavy breathing showed no sign of slowing down. Alison tore her eyes away, and moved over to join Aria who was talking to a girl Alison didn't know.
After they warmed up, Lorenzo had them circle up again. They made a wide circle, and a few people helped to put the exercise mats down in the middle of the circle. Alison looked around at the potential people she may be paired up with to fight.
"Alright," Lorenzo said, clapping his hands together. "First pair to go up. I want Toby and Spencer."
Alison's eyebrows raised, this was different than situations like her gym class. In gym, her teacher used to pair people up by their gender. Toby was a lot bigger than Spencer, and looked like he could snap her arm easily since she was so bony. I guess gender didn't really matter, and Lorenzo had good reason to pair the two up to spar.
Spencer stepped out from the circle, as well as the boy who singed people's eyebrows. Toby smirked at Spencer, and cracked his neck. Spencer just stared at him, not showing any arrogance at all.
"Think you can take me Spenc?" Toby asked, raising and balling his fists as he stepped into a fighting stance lazily.
Spencer did the same, and watched Toby as their sparring session began. People cheered for who they wanted to win, verbalizing words of encouragement.
"Come on Spencer!" Aria yelled from next to Ali, clapping her hands together as they watched.
Neither Toby nor Spencer made a move at each other, the only thing that happened in the first ten seconds was Toby bouncing on his feet, and Spencer staring him down. Alison waited, was anything going to happen?
In an instant, Toby stepped forward abruptly and lunged at Spencer. He aimed a heavy punch at her head, which she quickly dodged by ducking to the right. Just as Toby swung through his punch, Spencer lifted herself up and punched him in the stomach and pushed his shoulders. Caught by surprise, Toby stumbled backwards and wrapped his arms around his stomach.
Noel laughed, and yelled something to Toby about being beat by Spencer. This didn't fly well with Toby, who frowned and lunged at Spencer. Spencer was caught off guard by Toby's retaliation, and tried to push herself off Toby as he picked her up around the waist.
Alison watched as Toby vaulted himself forward and slammed Spencer and himself down on the exercise mat. Spencer landed flat on her back, and a painful smacking noise rang out as Toby landed next to her. He was able to stop his weight by falling and catching himself on his hands.
Spencer grunted in pain and arched her back, yelling that the her back felt like it was on fire. Toby pushed himself up off the ground, and picked Spencer up by the waist with minimal effort. Spencer, who was starting to recover from the shock of being slammed on the mats, grabbed Toby by the back of his shirt and pulled it up to get herself down. She simultaneously began kicking her legs frantically in attempts to escape Toby's grip, and struggled as he held on.
This continued on for about ten more seconds, before Lorenzo blew a whistle and rolled his eyes in frustration.
"Alright, stop!" Lorenzo shouted, his loud shout similar to the bark of a dog. "Let's get this over with, call it a tie."
Toby started laughing, and continued to hold onto Spencer as she struggled to free herself. A few people on the sidelines began laughing, but not Alison. She watched the two as her roommate tried to free herself.
"Put her down!" Lorenzo yelled, causing a few people to jump.
Toby let go of Spencer instantly, allowing her to fall. Spencer caught herself, but still didn't land as gracefully as she normally would've. Lorenzo was watching them with his arms crossed, he didn't look too happy with the outcome of the fight.
"Good effort," Lorenzo said, shortly. "Is this a joke to you Cavanaugh?"
Toby, who was smiling next to Spencer, stopped smirking. He cleared his throat and looked at the ground, he glanced at Spencer wearily.
"Alright Fields, think you had enough of a breather?" Lorenzo asked, looking at Emily who was standing next to Hanna. "It's your turn."
Emily's face still had a disgruntled look to it, and groaned when she had to enter the center. Toby and Spencer had exited the center, and Spencer returned to the space next to Alison. Emily walked to the center, and stretched out her back.
"DiLaurentis, you'll take this one with Emily," Lorenzo said, catching Alison off guard when he said her name.
Alison looked at Emily, who was stretching her arms. Alison wasn't scared, she knew what she was doing. Lorenzo probably thought to match them together because he didn't have high expectations of her. Emily was already pretty tired from her sprinting.
She didn't say anything as she walked to the center. Spencer gave her a few encouraging words from the sidelines, and Hanna clapped her hands for Emily. Alison's eyes shot over to Hanna as she took her stand on the other side of the center, were Hanna and Emily best friends? It seemed like it. Emily seemed to be the popular person for people to root for, maybe she was really good. Or no one knew who Alison was. A few people were cheering for Alison, and that was enough for her at the moment. She'd win them over at some point.
Emily stepped into a fighting stance, and held her hands up in fists as she stared at Alison. Alison stared into her dark brown eyes, and fell into the same fighting stance. Emily had really brown eyes, which were different than the blue she had before, and a well structured face. Alison realized it more now than before, but mentally shook her head to rid herself of the thoughts. Just as she cleared her head, Emily's fist was coming for her head.
She was clearly wasting no time in trying to beat the shit out of Alison. Alison hadn't even heard Lorenzo signal that they could start, and here Emily was coming in with a strong blow to her head. Ali threw her arm up and blocked the punch. Emily fist hit Alison's forearm, causing Ali to wince in pain.
Catch them off guard. She heard her brother's voice in her head. When she was 12, he taught her how to fight. They were never all that close, but he did have the decency to teach her how to get her shit together. He taught her how to defend herself, and kick ass. By the time he was done teaching her, Jason had a bloody nose and a black eye. He smiled and said he had never been prouder, but it wasn't long after that that he moved out.
She could hear it all coming back to her, as if he was right next to her shouting instructions. She listened to her thoughts, and quickly reciprocated Emily's punch by upper cutting her in the chest. Emily stumbled back in pain, but a lot more gracefully than Toby did. She didn't hesitate to release another attack on Alison, though it was fairly evident she was exhausted. Her reaction time was a bit slower.
Elbows are your best friend. Jason always told her to use her elbows, since it was one of the strongest parts on the human body. When Emily got Alison in a weird body lock that Alison had never seen before, she swiftly jabbed her elbow into Emily's stomach. She instantly let go, allowing Ali to regain a bit of leverage.
Aim for the shins. Alison listened to her brother's voice in her head, and kicked her foot towards Emily's left leg. Emily crumbled to the ground, and Alison brought her knee to the side of Emily's face as she fell to the ground.
Emily fell flat on the ground, her body heaving as she tried to get air. Her hand was clutching her face, and whimpering sounds were emitting from her mouth everytime she released a breath.
The guys laughed, and Toby immediately stepped into the ring to help Emily stand up. Everyone else had a shocked look on their face, as they realized that Alison had won, and she just joined ten minutes ago.
Lorenzo was laughing, "Damn! Looks like we got someone with some capabilities!"
Emily's hand was covering her jaw, and she glared at Alison as Toby helped her. Alison stepped back from the center, and walked back towards Spencer, Hanna, and Aria. She didn't regret what she did, but she was pretty sure she just blew any chance of being on good terms with this girl. Alison didn't think she had done anything wrong, but here this girl was glaring at her for winning. Was she a sore loser? Or was she just upset her pride was wounded by the new girl in front of all the 17-18 year olds?
"Is she mad?" Alison asked Hanna, who watched with concern as Lorenzo told Toby to stop helping Emily.
"Well, Emily doesn't really get mad. She's just having an off day I think," Hanna said, her voice trailing away as Emily spat on the ground and pushed Toby angrily off of her.
Alison watched Emily walk towards the exit, her stance angry and blunt. She was still gripping her jaw gingerly, and her other fist was balled tightly. Noel was still laughing slightly, but everyone else had faded out. Alison turned away from Emily's retreating form, after being nudged by Aria.
"Good first impression, DiLaurentis," Aria smiled slightly. "Emily's never really been beat before quite like that."
"Thanks," Alison smirked. "I knew how to fight before this."
"Clearly," Aria said, as a guy named Caleb and another guy named Kyle were called forward to fight. "I'm sure Emily will get over it."
Alison laughed, "I honestly couldn't care less about how she feels about me," she lied.
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