Chapter 3

It took me awhile to get my bearings when I woke up. One thing I did know was that I was in a room with light pink walls. I hated pink. Suddenly, my memories kicked in and I remembered getting caught. Seeing a door, I immediately tried to make a break for it when a voice stopped me.

"Don't even bother with it. It's locked." The girl looked to be my age; tall with short, spiky black hair. The look she gave me was one of boredom, but I could sense that she wasn't someone I wanted to mess with. "So," she smirked, "welcome to hell."

It took me a moment to formulate a response. "Where are we, exactly?"

She looked at her manicured nails long enough to roll her eyes. "Are you really as naïve as you look, blondie? You got captured by the Edison Group."

I gritted my teeth at the nickname. "It's Chloe."

The girl shrugged. "Whatever, don't really care." I just stared at her. Was this girl for real? Choosing to ignore her, I looked at my surroundings. Unfortunately I wasn't hallucinating before, the walls were still pink.

The room itself was small, barely fitting the two twin beds within. The beds were on opposite walls of each other, along matching with nightstands, lamps and dressers. A book shelf was on the wall beside the door and…that was it. No windows or anything.

The girl stopped examining her nails long enough to fix me with a stare, almost as if sizing me up before sighing. "The name's Tori. I've been stuck in this hell hole for almost a year now." There was a certain gleam in her eyes when she raised her hand, the tips of her fingers sparking. "And I'm a witch."

Somehow, with the attitude I wasn't surprised. I was thinking about replacing the "w" with a different letter but I wasn't gonna go there. The last thing I wanted to do was make enemies. "Chloe, and I'm a necromancer."

Tori quirked a brow, "A fragile thing like you see's dead people? Surprised you haven't died of a heart attack by now. But hey, cool."

A bell chimed in the room and the doors unlocked. I looked at Tori, silently asking her what was going on and she motioned for me to follow her. "Come on, it's play time."

Outside led to what looked like to be a giant basement. There were windows, but I also noted all the security cameras. I watched as other kids came out of their rooms and settled on couches or reading magazines. There was a giant flat screen and a small kitchen where an older woman was serving food.

Tori left me to look at a beauty catalogue when the main door opened and a man in a white lab coat walked down the stairs. He was holding a clip board and I immediately didn't like him.

"Chloe my dear, it's nice to finally have you with us." I bit my cheek to keep from replying with a nasty remark. I wanted to find my aunt and get out of here, but I had to know more about this place first. "Please," he motioned to a door, "come follow me to where we can talk more privately."

We made our way into the room and I noted it was soundproof. It was bland, just white walls with a table and chairs. "You must forgive my manners, I am Dr. Davidoff." He gives me a smile before pulling out a chair for me. "You must have many questions, and I promise my dear I will answer all of them. But let me explain a few things first."

I fixed him with an incredulous look. Did he really think that I'd actually listen to anything he had to say?

"We have brought you to Lyle House. It's a community where supernaturals, such as yourselves, will be protected until we can teach you to better understand your powers. Once you have full control, you will be able to leave on your own free will."

This time I couldn't keep my mouth shut. "You have got to be joking, right?" I ignored his startled look. "I can talk to the dead, you know that, so do you really thing the subjects that you've killed haven't told me exactly what you are?"

He sighed and shook his head. "My dead Chloe," (I really wish he'd stop calling me that, "not every person here understands our mission and have retaliated. There have been a few, unfortunately, examples where their powers were too uncontrollable and they would hurt themselves or others. It was necessary, but absolutely a last resort."

I pictured Liz, sweat Liz who would do anything for anybody. She wasn't crazy or dangerous, and I knew in that moment everything he was telling me was a lie.

"This is the place where you belong, which you will understand in due time."

I narrowed me eyes. "I'm not falling for any of it. You killed my mother and friend Liz. You have been searching for me my entire life to use my powers for your own purposes, ransacked my house and captured my aunt."

Doctor Davidoff laughed, waving off her concerns. "You are a spirited little thing, aren't you? Your mother died in a very tragic hit and run accident, and as for your aunt, she was the one who helped us find you."

"That's not true," I yelled.

He made a waving motion towards one of the monitors. "If you don't believe me, why don't you ask her yourself?"

As soon as the words were said the door opened and there stood my Aunt Lauren, wearing a clipboard and lab coat. I stared at her, not believing what I was seeing. There was no way my aunt would betray me. She was too protective, she had to know what this place was…didn't she? Her eyes refused to meet mine and all I could feel was complete and utter betrayal.

"Chloe," she said softly, "it's for the best for you. It's to keep you safe." She looked at me then, and I turned away, ignoring the pleading look in her eyes for me to understand.

"How could you betray me?" I screamed. I stood up and my chair fell to the ground. "They killed your own sister, how could you?" After that it was all a blur. My aunt was crying as Dr. Davidoff called for nurses to come in. I was pinned down and I struggled against their grasp, only to feel the prick of a needle. I slumped forward, no longer able to move; however, I did feel the tear that slid down my cheek and the poke of another needle, as I watched my aunt withdraw blood from me.