Eva Walker
The kid guards look very, very serious. Their holding up their guns and their pointing it at me. How pleasant.
"She's an Other!" The lady screams in terror. I roll my eyes at her comment.
"Hey, can we discuss this without the weapons?" I ask the kids. The oldest one can't be older than ten.
"Hands up!" The little kid guard says. I roll my eyes. Chances are, there probably aren't any Other's in these guys. The Other is probably the nurse, who's shooting daggers in my eyes. Why were they so scared of me when I said my freakin' name? I don't know, but I think it might because of my last name. I knew I should've made that different. I avoid her gaze and raise my hands.
They lower their weapons for half a second, seeing how I raised my hands. I guess they weren't expecting that I'd actually listen to them.
Half a second is all I need.
I punch the biggest one, the one with chubby legs and a crude hair cut and he slams into the skinny as a stick girl beside him.
The rest of them open fire.
It's lucky for me that their all very poorly trained.
Each of them miss me by half a foot, even though I'm standing, literally, right in front of them. Well, I was anyway. I ran, way faster than any of them expected, out of the room, and grabbed my clothes before running. Red lights blaze in the walls, and before I know it, I dove into the closest room.
It's dark in the room, and then, when I turn on the light, hey look at that, a man with fatigues and a very serious expression his face is staring at me, with an earpiece dangling from his left ear. And with a gun in his hand that's pointing at me.
"Eva Walker." He says, like he's suppose to know my name. "Your quite a legend around here. Now, may I ask you this?" He leans in. "What the hell are you doing here?"
***Five Minutes later***
That's right, five minutes later, I'm in a dungeon. Who knew an Air Force can have dungeons. Or at least jail cells.
"I have rights." I say the second I'm alone with the creepy guy who knows my name. I make sure to be extra careful with him. I have a bad feeling about him, meaning a) he's an Other or b) he's a pervert.
"I know you do." The man says and sits in a chair across from the cell. "Would you like to know a story, Evageline?" He asks me by my formal name. Evageline Walker. I hate that name, it doesn't have a good ring to it. The creepy man who is a pervert/Other, doesn't even wait for my response.
"Once upon a time, we inserted ourselves into humans. It was a beautiful age really. But then, we hadn't even noticed that there was another one inside the Mother. The Other One." I hold in a giggle. What a coincidence. "You, Evageline, are The Other One." I raise my eyebrows at him.
"Okay, let me guess." I say and sit criss-cross. "Your either an Other, or a complete physco path that thinks he's an Other after escaping an insane asylum that went out after the First Wave. When you were a kid, you were very lonely. You held so many secrets, The Other secret, or you just thought you held secrets. When this whole, alien apolcolype went out, you either felt like you were finally important, acknowledged that you were important really. So, you took over the Air Force, because all you wanted was to be a marine, if you were crazy. When you were a child, you listened to classical music, becuase you simply hated human voices." I smile at him and he smiled back.
"You could run faster than anyone else and always felt like you never belonged. No matter what you did, you could never please your parents, because all they wanted was for you to take over the farm, which was the exact thing that you didn't want. You spent most of your life feeling like you were never suppose to actually be here, and when you were finally noticed for your superb athletic, nobody cared. And those who did didn't care after three days more or less. At a young age, you were the closest to your twin brother, who was always there. Then one day, the loving big brother you once knew was gone. Poof. And everyday, at night, you would wonder what happened to that happy Evan who was loud, who laughed, and who cared. Really, truly cared." He smiled, I returned the smile.
"I love how you act like you know everything." I say simply and get up. He didn't even hand cuff me. "That wasn't even close to what happened in my life." I lie.
"I have a question," The man says and I lean back in my chair. "Do you trust me?"
"Why the absolute hell would I trust you?" I ask him, raising my eyebrows.
"That's what I thought." The man says and touches his earpiece.
"This is Colonal Volsh. I need a meeting with the troops, ASAP."
***Another Five Minutes Later (Apparently a lot can happen in a five minute time span)***
"Today, we had an intrusion," The Volsh guy said. What kind of name is Volsh anyway? We're standing in front of a huge crowd of childern and teenagers ranging from five, to 20. "An Other has invaded our base. Or tried to at least. We have identified her as an enhanced Alien. We now know that The Others are advanced hybrids with multiple strengths."
I'm handcuffed. But the handcuffs are easy to get out of. Just a flick of a wrist here, and a huge pull there, and I'm free to go. But I know this guy's game. He wants to show the world that I'm an Other, an enhanced, then they'll rip me to shreds. Chances are, they're human. Or else he wouldn't be giving this speech. I need them to trust me. Trust will get me out of here. That means I have to pretend that I'm a human, which I am. But right now, I don't even know what I am anymore.
"Let us show you her strength." Someone un handcuffs me. I hold my wrists. They aren't sore, but I feel like that's what I need to do.
Someone punches me in the stomach. I barely feel it, it's like someone held my hand. I fall, that's what your suppose to do, then I pretend that I'm gasping for air. I look up at Volsh, sending two messages,
1) I'm weak! Please don't hurt me!
That message is obvious. Everyone sees it. But message number two his hidden so only he can see.
2) I'm not going to show the world my power
He smiles and then raises a gun to my face. THen he shouts to the crowd.
"Watch her speed!"
I have to do it. My cover is blown. Not like I ever had one anyway.
He shoots the bullet.
I catch it between my thumb and index finger, the cuffs are already off, as the crowd stares in fear.
***Happy Late Birthday***
OMG, I know right, so suspenseful.
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