It was probably five in the morning when there was a knock on the door that jolted everyone awake. Darry was the first one to the door, swinging it open to see who would knock so early in the morning. Behind the door were two tall men dressed in suits. They had stolid expressions like they didn't want to be here and they wanted to just get done with the day. Soda and I peeked around the corner, watching everything play out. The two men flashed out their badges, the letters "FBI" standing out on the white card.

"My name is Agent Boone, and this is my partner, Agent Carl," one of the men introduced, tucking away his badge.

Darry swallowed the lump in his throat, waking up completely. He opened the door for the two to enter the house which they graciously did. "What could I do for you?" he asked.

"We just want to talk about the explosion that blew up Will Rogers High School. Specifically the survivor. May we speak to him?"

Darry turned to me as well as the two agents. I felt all the color drain from my face. I was slightly shaking, hands probably as slippery as butter. I walked over, reaching out to shake their hands but they only stared at my hand before motioning me to sit. I sat down and my brothers sat on both sides of me.

"So why do you need to talk about the explosion? That happened a while ago. Shouldn't all that matter is he's alive?" Darry asked.

"That information is classified. Have any of you seen any other survivors from the explosion?"

"Other survivors? There are more?" Soda asked.

"Yes. Not many. Have strange things happened after that?"

"What do you mean by strange?" Darry asked.

"I think Ponyboy knows what we are talking about."

My brain screamed at me to escape but my body was frozen in place. I was as pale as a ghost. My brothers were confused, looking at me again and it felt like my mind was caving in. "I don't know what you're talking about," I tried to lie but no one believed me. It didn't take my stuttering words or pale face to tell.

"I think you do. You see, we had come to a conclusion that everyone that survived the explosion is a danger to society."

"Danger to society? That's ridiculous. How could he be a danger to society?"

"I would like to ask you and your brother to leave the room. We would like to speak with Ponyboy alone, please." The agent looked at his partner who stood up and lead Darry and Soda away.

"We've been watching you. We've seen what you could do and know the damage you could do. That is why you will come with us."

"What?" I breathed out, eyes wide and heart stopping. "You can't do that…"

"We can. If it will protect society then we can remove you from your premises."

"You can't do that!" I started to raise my voice so that Darry and Soda will be able to hear and hopefully come to the rescue. "I can't leave my brothers! I don't want to leave! I'm not a danger to society!"

"There are many cases where you have used your newfound abilities to cause destruction. I would advise you to sit down or we will have to take you by force."

I was too riled up to just stop. I could hear Darry and Soda trying to get past the agent and demanding answers. "I didn't do it on purpose!"

The agent looked down at my hands which were glowing and some of the molecules were moving around. His hands reached to his bag and took out a syringe with clear liquid and went to stab it into my arm. I got out of the way, bringing up my hand and pushed the agent to the wall, creating a small crater. He gasped in pain as the syringe flew from his hands and onto the carpet.

"Those gold eyes of yours… they look like eyes of a monster," he managed to get out. My powers wavered for a moment.

"Boone!" his partner yelled, rushing to the living room with a gun, instinctively taking shots at me. I let go of the agent on the wall and made a circular motion to create a shield. The bullets hit the shield, barely cracking it. I pulled the gun away from the man and pushed him back and held him in the air.

"Pony…" Soda whispered and it was then I noticed my two brothers who had watched the whole display. I dropped the agent, eyes turning back to its gray-green color.

I was going to try to explain to them and beg them to accept me and forgive me continuous lie but Agent Boone was behind me, pressing the needle into the crook of my neck. My vision started to grow dizzy before everything went black.

o-o-o

Light stung my eyes as they opened. It took a minute to adjust and another to process everything. I was in a small, square room that could just barely fit me if I was lying down. The walls were painted white, illuminated the room even more with the fluorescent lights. The gray floors were cold against the touch. One wall of the empty room was a glass, probably bullet proof.

I tried to move to check out what was on the other side of the glass but couldn't—at least not easily. I was put into a straitjacket.

That was okay though. I could easily get out of here. That's what I thought. When I tried to use my powers, I couldn't. I didn't have the ability to move my hands. I tried to get out by separating my molecules, but once again couldn't.

"No, no, no," I repeated, and flung my rolled up body at the glass, not expecting to break it but I wanted to get out no matter what. I slammed my body against it over and over and gave up not too long after, sliding against the glass, eyes watering up. It was hopeless. I was stuck here and I didn't know what was going to happen to me or where I was.

From where I sat, I could see other cells with people in it but all of them were mostly out of sight.

"Hey, you're awake?" someone asked, voice recognizable but I couldn't place it. They were in the cell next to mine.

My head perked up. "Yeah! Do you know where we are?"

"No. All I know is that it's some research confinement. They want to know what makes us tick."

"What will happen to us?"

There was a pause. "I don't know."

We both fell into silence and I retreated back to the back wall. The silence was deadly. The continuous buzz of the atmosphere was enough to go mad. The clip-clop of footsteps cut the silence into two, sounding louder than it actually was. A man stood in front of the glass, opening the door. He walked up to me and hoisted me to my feet and started to drag me out of the room.

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded, struggling and not showing how scared I was of what's to come. The man ignored me and only quickened his pace. As I passed through all of the cells, I made eye contact with everyone. I recognized a great number of them: the weather girl, the jumping man, the healing guy. I bet the others that I met were on the opposite side of where I was heading.

I was lead through a long hallway, every sound made echoing loudly, until I was pushed through a door. Inside the room was a metal table with leather straps, some vials on a table filled with colorful liquids and syringes that had dried blood scattered everywhere. A man in a lab coat was sitting in a chair, facing away and looking at a clipboard. At the sound of the door opening and closing he spun around, glasses falling to the end of his petite nose.

"Is this Mr. Curtis?" he asked.

"Yes," the guard that brought me in entered, pushing me forward and leaned against the wall. I eyed the needles and vials wearily.

"Please sit down on the table."

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.

"I just want to help you understand yourself and your powers. No harm will become of you."

I sat down on the table, keeping a reasonable distance from the guard and scientist. "Are you going to take this off?" I struggled with the straitjacket.

"For cautious matters, no. Now, I'm going to need to inject you with a solution. It has a lower concentration than before so you won't be knocked out. Your abilities will be neutralized until our next meeting where I will be reinjecting you." The scientist picked up a syringe filling it up with a clear liquid and without any warning stuck it in my neck. My muscles clamped up and I pulled away, wincing in pain. Almost instantly, my body became weaker.

"Now can you let me out of these restraints?"

The scientist cocked his head in thought and shrugged. "I suppose so. I'm only allowing this so I could take a sample of your blood for research. He gingerly unstrapped me from the straitjacket. His body tensed when I stretched my arms.

The scientist turned around to grab the supplies to take my blood. While he was doing that, I tried to use my powers to see if the solution really worked. It did. It just looked like I had arthritis. Part of me was relieved that I didn't have to be burdened like I was but another part of me was disappointed that I couldn't do anything extraordinary.

The needle pressed into my arm, crimson blood sucking up a tube and into a compartment. I promptly ignored the warning screaming out at me that almost made me jump away.

"What happens after you figure everything out about me?" I asked as the scientist began to take the needle out and worked on patching up my arm. He froze for a brief moment, frown forming on his face. "Will I ever get to see my brothers again?"

"That information is classified."

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