Eventually I cried myself to sleep. I woke up to someone lifting me. My eyes shot open and I looked at the man carrying me. It was the same man from before. He didn't seem to notice that I was awake. "Why do I have to go to jail?"

The man looked down at me, surprised. "It's not a jail. It's a special facility where people with a special ability can go when they misuse their abilities."

The man set me down and wrapped a large hand around my upper arm, guiding me to the door. "But I didn't misuse my ability. I didn't mean to do anything. I was upset with my brother and when I'm angry my ability is hard to control."

The man sighed. "Honestly, I don't think that you did anything on purpose. My boss thinks that you're potentially dangerous. In the facility they'll help you get a hold on your ability. They're only trying to help you."

My bottom lip began to quiver again. "If I'm locked up, who's going to make sure Mack stays out of trouble? I'm the only family he has."

The man looked at me with pity. We walked out the door and I saw several people in the hallway. There were about three men in black suits with gun, the woman I had seen before, and two other men. One, tall African-American man said to one of the men in the suits "Take her out to the van."

The man in the suit said "Yes, sir, Agent Clay.

I looked to Agent Clay. "Please don't send me to the prison. What happened was an accident."

One man in a suit grabbed me by the arm and yanked me roughly to the door. Agent Clay said "Wait."

The men did as they were told and said "What's your name?"

"Kira Monroe, sir."

"What happened that made you blow up the building?"

"I didn't mean to. I had a bad conversation with my brother. When I get angry my ability gets a bit out of hand."

Agent Clay heaved a sigh. He turned back to the other men. "I want you to take her to Binghamton. Have someone help her figure out her ability."

The men began pulling on me again. In my shock I couldn't move. One man said "Get moving."

When I didn't comply the man pulled something from his belt. The woman from before said "No! Is that necessary? She's just scared."

I looked to the woman, wondering what she meant. I heard a puff and there was a small sting in my shoulder. My breathing slowed and I began to slide to the floor. I could hear the woman say "This isn't what I signed up for, Bill. We're supposed to help alphas, not send them all to Binghamton. I miss Dr. Rosen. I'm going to take some time off."

My vision went blurry and I fell to my knees. The woman hurried out the door and I sank into darkness.

~Page Break~

When I woke up I was in a small cell. It was about seven feet in length and width. There was a small window in the door. When I peeked out I saw a guard standing next to my door. I couldn't see anything else.

After pacing the room for a while the door opened and the guard gestured to come out. One guard stood behind me and another in front of me as I was led to a room. The room was fairly large and was completely white. A man in a white coat said "Ah, Ms. Monroe. We'll be putting your ability to the test today."

The man nodded to a guard and the guard threw something at me. Shocked, I dodged and the man in the white coat said "No, no, no, when the ball comes toward you, you need to use your ability."

Another ball flew toward me and I attempted to make it catch fire, but nothing happened. I ducked away from it again and the man started to look angry. "You were brought here to learn to use your ability so use it."

I scoffed. "I'm not a dog and my ability isn't a party trick. I can't just do it on command."

The man smirked. "We'll see about that." He nodded again to the guard who grabbed my arm and forced me to sit down in a chair. He tied my hands down with a length of rope and taped some electrodes to my head. The other man came over and said "When you burn through the rope you can get up. Until then, well, let's say it won't be fun."

The man flicked a switch on a nearby machine and I felt electricity surge through me.