Chapter3
It's been a month since I've come to the watchtower for training and being observed. All of my memories have been brought back from the earliest memory I have to the reason I was taken and locked up in a pod.
'my name is Rebecca Acker, 15 years old. From Star City, 115 Bloom St. I have a 4-person family plus a dog a golden retriever named Lucy. My mother Amelia was a brunet with hazel eyes and my father was a blonde man with gray eyes his name was Michal. They were both in the car with me when it happened. Cameron my older by 3 years was at a friend's house. My parents and I were on our way back from a movie, we were hit and then everything went black. I woke up in a haze in an unfamiliar room, I realized where I was a few seconds later; the hospital.'
-Flashback-
I was getting tests done and blood transfusions when the doctors noticed something in my blood, I suppose it was the meta-gene. They wanted to do more tests, ones that didn't seem from the norm. I was told my parents were okay. I saw Cameron a few times until they wanted to transfer me to S.T.A.R Labs, I was super confused and scared. They apparently given the okay by my parents, the doctors told me there was something 'special' about me. Like hell I did. A few more test and then they placed me into the pod, then everything went black, cold and silent.
-End Flashback-
I wake up, today is the day I'm reunited with my brother Cameron. Its been 7 months now since I last saw him, just more than half a year. "are you okay to go in?" Black Canary askes as we stand in front of a small café. She's in her civilian clothes, as am I. I have grey jeans on and a white t-shirt with a red short sleeve sweater and black sneakers.
I give a sigh of relief "I'm so ready" and I walk in and look around trying to find the familiar face and light brown head of hair and chocolate brown eyes. Then I hear my name being called "Rebecca?" I turn my head to the left and I see him, I greet him with a smile and next thing I know I'm being hugged.
"Hey Cam" I hug back and I start to cry, he does too. All eyes are on us but who cares.