Ok so this is where I was inspired to take my story. Let me know what you think! I Think I like this direction better, makes it easier to incorperate some of the things that I was thinking of having happen. Like I said, let me know what you think of this chapter!
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I turned. He was standing there, dressed in an all black military looking outfit, leaning against the doorframe to the training room. Thomas. I beamed at him.
"What are you doing Ally?"
"Painting." I stated simply. I began to write out my name in the puddle on the floor.
"How do you always manage to get into trouble? This assignment was supposed to be simple and keep you out of trouble." He glanced over at the far side of the room where young men and women were standing against the wall looking horrified.
"I was teaching the fresh cards how to cooperate with the rest of the deck when he interrupted us!" I pointed accusingly at the mess below me. "Not my fault, he started it. Thomas shook his head and beckoned me to him. I responded immediately. I stood directly in front of him, staring up into his face. He rolled his eyes at me before looking over at the terrified row of cars against the wall.
"Someone clean that up." He barked before wrapping his arm around my shoulders and steering me out of the room.
"Today's painting lesson is dismissed!" I shouted over my shoulders.
The scene began to fade and I struggled hard to hold onto it. Forcing it back into focus.
"You know how they are when you kill a superior Ally." Thomas scolded softly.
"Paint cans will never be superior to the painters, Sol Solis!" I told him firmly.
"That means Sun right? Sol Solis, means sun?"
"Correct, because you are the center of my solar system!"
The scene began slipping again. I was being forcibly shaken but was refusing to let go of the image. The whispers were telling me that the man in the scene was important, very important! I was looking at some of the marbles that had been stolen from me when the smurfs hit me in the store! Important, shiny marbles! No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make the image stay with me. It shattered and I opened my eyes, sitting up and coming face to face with an angry looking Rick, frowny-face. He had bandages covering his clearly broken nose.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Get up!" he shouted in my face. I pounced on him, like I had the mean man from my dream and bashed his head against the floor of my cell.
"Give me back my marbles!" I screamed at him, drowning out his own shouting. Running footsteps were making their way toward me and before I could stop them, many pairs of hands grabbed me; hauling me off of the unconscious man. Much to the whispers chagrin, he was still breathing. I struggled and kicked but couldn't stop the people around me from forcing me into a very uncomfortable jacket. It wrapped my arms around my body and refused to allow them to move! I don't like this jacket! The whispers agreed.
"Give them back to me!" I screamed at the people around me as I was strapped into a wheelchair, like I had been when I was lifted from the darkness. I continued to struggle as I was wheeled past rows of empty cells. Must all be at the breakfast Rick had mentioned. We stopped outside a heavy looking door with one small widow; one of the men swiped a card through a black box on the wall. There was a beep, a green light and a room full of white. Hey, I'm a poet and I didn't even know it! I giggled and the whispers chided me, reminding me to pay attention. I was unstrapped from my chair, they were very mindful of my legs, and deposited onto the middle of the padded white floor.