Chapter 4

One month later.

Liz woke up, feeling really groggy. After a few minutes of groaning, she put herself into a sitting position. She realized where she was. A cage.

Oh my sweet Lord Jesus, this can't be happening, she thought, I'm reminded of jail. Jail with an antiseptic smell. She looked around.

5 other teenagers were looking at her with concern. They had an air to them, like she should trust them. Like they are the world to her.

"Where am I?" she whispered to the kids, "Who are you?"

"I'm Meirad," the blonde, oldest-looking one, a girl, said, "And you are at the College."

"The College?" she asked wearily.

"A genetic experimentation lab," an African American boy said to me, "And I'm Airen."

"Did they...do anything?" Liz asked.

"You'll find out next time you shower," a brunette, somewhat chubby girl said to her.

"What are your names?" Liz said to the other three.

"I'm Savannah," the girl said to her.

"I'm Juvie," a dark-haired, somewhat buff boy said. He's cute, Liz thought.

"And I'm Icara," a girl that looked a lot like Liz, pale and brown-black hair, said.

"Welcome home," Meirad said to me.