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As the World Falls Down

Chapter Three

The room was like any typical hospital room. Everything seemed to be metal and impossibly clean and shiny. It had that eerie, overwhelmingly sterile smell and the chair she was sitting in-- much like a dentist's chair-- was highly uncomfortable. The chill of the cold metal room seeped through the paper-thin gown they had given her and Serena rued the day the damn hospital gowns were created.

"Alright, Miss Williams," said a male doctor, approaching her with a clipboard. "I'm Dr. Frinkle. I'm going to ask you a few simple questions while my assistants do the basics. Then, we'd like to draw some blood and run tests on it and we'll take it from there."

Serena remained silent, watching the doctor's every move. He scribbled things down on his clipboard as she answered the many questions he asked her about her life. Was she born with telekinesis? Yes? Had she always been able to control it? No. Did it take long to learn? Yes. Were either of her parents psychic? No. Was anyone in her family physic? Not that she knew of. The questions just went on and on.

As she answered a dizzying amount of questions for the doctor, his two assistants took her blood pressure and listened to her heart. They would call things out to Dr. Frinkle who would write it down on his clipboard while still managing to ask Serena questions.

"Hold out your arm, please," asked the female assistant.

Reluctantly, Serena complied. The woman flicked at her vein until it was prominent enough for her to stick the needle in. Apparently having her vein swell up like a balloon wasn't enough, because the woman had to wiggle the needle around. Serena's jaw clenched from the pain as the needle popped out and the woman asked for her other arm.

By some miracle, she managed to get the new needle in properly on the first try. Serena watched her blood go up the thin tube and into the small vial while still answering questions from the doctor. When each vial was full, it'd be passed to the male assistant who would cap and label it and then place it in a rack.

Six vials and what seemed like six million questions later, a small band-aid was placed over Serena's vein and the doctor finished his grilling. The male assistant scurried out of the room with the rack of Serena's blood samples.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it," asked the doctor with a smile. Serena wanted to tie him down and ask him a million questions while drawing six vials of his blood. Then he'd know how bad it was.

When she didn't respond, his smile fell and he continued in a business-like manner. "Now, if you'd sit back, Mary will hook you up to a few machines." Once again, Serena found herself complying reluctantly. The only thing keeping her from jumping off the chair and leaving was the thought of her friends.

Mary, as the doctor had called the female assistant, began to hook Serena up to a machine. The little suction cups were placed on various parts of her head. "This will give us a reading of what goes on in your head," the doctor explained.

Mary wrapped something around one of Serena's elbows, causing her to wince as it irritated her rapidly growing bruise from the blood samples. "And that will keep us up to date on your blood pressure."

"I suppose you want me to do something with my telekinesis?" She sounded bored as she turned to look at the doctor.

"That's right," he said in a chipper voice that grated on Serena's nerves. "Anything at all."

Staring at the pen which rested in the front pocket of his lab coat, Serena willed it to move. The pen lifted up and began to float lazily around the room. At the same time the machine she was hooked up to whizzed and whirred, printing out sheets of information.

"Anything else you can do," asked the doctor, excitedly.

With a sigh, Serena touched the chair she sat on it changed from shiny metal with black "cushions" to a metallic red with green cushions. "I can move, shape, and change objects," explained Serena.

"Let's test your limits," the doctor said happily.

She groaned inwardly and contemplated just how long she was going to be stuck there.

An hour and a half later, Serena was wandering the halls of the B.P.R.D. Twin bruises were forming on the insides of her elbows where the incompetent nurse had attempted to skewer her with the needles. Serena grumbled under her breath about the doctor and his constant pushing for her to use her powers.

Before Serena left he had said, "There now. Wasn't that quick and painless?" She had great difficulty resisting the urge to lunge at him. With that one question he had earned her eternal hatred.

She was exhausted, both mentally and physically, and her stomach was making loud protests. It had been a full ten minutes since she had left the hospital wing and the clutches of the evil doctor and she had yet to find food or someone to point her in the right direction. So, it was with great relief that she finally stumbled across the library once again.

"How was the testing," Abe asked, appearing at the window of his tank once again.

Holding out her arms, she showed him the twin bruises. "Quick and painless," she said dryly.

"Yes, I seem to recall Dr. Frinkle saying something similar to me as well," he said sympathetically. "Though I don't think I came out battered."

"The nurse didn't know how to draw blood," Serena explained sourly. "I might as well have gnawed my arm off and handed it over." She sighed.

"Did they find what they were looking for," asked Abe after Serena had turned the pages of his books for him. "Thank you."

"I'm not sure what they were looking." Serena took a seat in the same chair she had occupied before. "The gallon of blood they took showed that I am in fact human, disease-less, and physically normal. As far as I know, the read outs on the machines showed that my brainwaves are slightly less than normal-- big surprise there-- and they're the only things that change when I use my abilities. He babbled a lot about stuff I didn't understand. Something like, when I use telekinesis, my brainwaves look similar to that of a sleeping person."

"And what do you think about that," asked Abe, floating near the glass.

Serena shrugged. "Who cares what my brainwaves look like? I can move things with my mind and that's that." Her stomach gave a loud grumble and she gave a sheepish smile. "And apparently I'm very hungry."

"I'll show you to the kitchens," Abe said before disappearing from sight.

A moment later he reappeared, descending a small metal staircase beside his tank. The top of the stairs ended in a small platform and Serena noted a door that led to what she assumed was Abe's quarters.

Abe was once again wearing nothing but a pair of black skin-tight shorts. "Shall we?" He held the door to the library open for her and with a grateful smile she exited.

As he led her down the halls, Serena tried in vain to memorize the way. All the halls and doors looked exactly the same. Shiny and metal. There was a slight chill in the air and Serena turned to Abe.

"Don't you ever get cold in here?" She wondered whether he was warm or cold blooded.

His dark eyes turned to her. "Always," he answered, simply. Serena decided that he was most likely cold blooded.

Abe pushed the swinging door open and Serena was relieved to find that the kitchen was not completely decorated with metal. The counters were marble, the cabinets finished wood, and the floor was white tile. There were even a few potted plants on the counters and in the middle of the butcher block table. The only metal in the room was that of the appliances.

"This area is strictly for agents," Abe explained as she looked around the homey room. "Anyone else has to eat in the cafeteria."

Her eyes fell upon the two people occupying two of the chairs at the table. One was Myers and the other was a young woman, her age, whom she didn't recognize. As soon as he caught sight of Serena, Myers got to his feet.

"Serena," he said, awkwardly. "Done with the testing already?" At Serena's visible grimace he quickly turned to the young woman with black hair. "Um.. I'd like you to meet Liz Sherman, she's part of the team. Liz, this is Serena Williams, the psychic I told you about.

"Nice to meet you," Liz said quietly, as the two women shook hands.

Serena smiled. "Nice to meet you, too." She and Abe both took the remaining seats. "So, you're part of the team?"

"Yeah," Liz's voice was still quiet and as she spoke, her tired, almost haunted eyes looked down at the table. "I do what I can to help."

"Liz is a fire-starter," Myers put in helpfully. Or so he thought. His comment earned him a slightly dark look from Liz.

"Fire-starter?" repeated Serena. "You mean a pyrokinetic?"

"I guess that's the technical term," she said.

Serena smiled softly. "I had a friend who was a pyrokinetic." Her smile faltered slightly as she remembered that Martina was missing, along with all her other friends.

"Did she have trouble controlling her power," asked Liz.

For a moment Serena thought about how to answer that. "She did at first but all psychics have trouble in the beginning, especially those of us with psychokinetic abilities. But when she was eight, our mentor started to teach her, now she has no problems with it."

Liz seemed to become thoughtful at Serena's declaration. Only half interested, she asked, "So, what exactly do you do?"

"I'm telekinetic," replied Serena with a nod. For a small demonstration, she turned to the fruit basket that sat on the table. Three apples rose into the air and began to turn in circles around each other.

Two of the apples fell back into the basket and Serena held her hand open for the third. The red fruit landed perfectly in the middle of her upturned palm. She took a bite and turned it so the other could see what was under the skin.

"It's an orange," declared Myers while he, Liz, and Abe applauded lightly.

Serena smiled. "I prefer orpple."

"You put David Copperfield to shame," Abe said with as much of a smile as he could give with his limited facial movement.

"Thanks, Shamoo," Serena grinned back at him. Myers and Liz looked at them confused but neither was about to explain. "So, what's there to eat?" Her question quickly changed the topic as Myers jumped to find something for the young woman to eat.

And once again, Serena was happily distracted from the pressing matter at hand.