Chapter 2- Escape
I woke up lying in a hospital bed. Every inch of me burned. The first thing I noticed was that everything was much brighter and sharper than I was used to. The second was that I had my mug sitting next to me on a bedside table. It was steaming, filled with a substance. Tea, I guessed.
The pain subsided a bit, letting me get a better idea of my surroundings. It was clean, bright, and shockingly white: a far cry from my dirty bomb-destroyed living quarters. I stood up gingerly, wincing in pain. I noticed a full-length mirror to the side of my room. I walked up to it and gasped.
My hair was now streaked with purple, and I was a lot more muscular than before. But most importantly, my eyes were now a piercing violet.
The creak of a door startled me. My parents and a white-coated doctor entered. The doctor looked at me in awe.
"How fascinating… Your eyes changed!" He whispered. "What else? Do you feel different? Stronger? Luckier even?" He walked up to me and examined me from all sides. That was when I began to feel uncomfortable.
I remembered something. "Where's Sarah?" I asked.
"And your hair… the tinting!"
I was growing impatient. "Where's Sarah?" I asked again, an edge to my voice that I had never heard before. I edged closer to the bedside table.
"Sarah? Oh, the… girl" Mother said dryly. "She was captured, I'm sorry to say. Would you wish to see her?" She clearly was angry at me, but was refraining from exploding in public.
"Yes, please." I said coldly. Two can play at this game, I thought.
"Guards!" She called. Two men came in. I froze. Hey were holding Sarah by her arms.
"Z! HELP ME!" She shouted. "THEY'LL KILL ME!"
"Shush, stupid girl. Don't disturb our patient. His life is FAR more valuable!" The doctor muttered.
Then I just lost it.
"Let her go! She's my friend! The directorate isn't the enemy, they're the good guys!" I screamed. "Now LET. HER. GO!" Without thinking, I took the mug and sloshed the scorching tea all over the doctor.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The doctor shouted, shaking off the tea. The guards dropped Sarah and made for me.
"Save yourself, Sarah!" I yelled. The guards were closing in on me when I saw my only escape route: The window. Don't let me die so young, I prayed. I grasped my mug tightly and jumped.
The strange stuff only began when I landed on both feet.