Awakening

"Have you scanned her yet." A faint voice mumbled.

" Yes Sir, she is confirmed as negative on the IANN disease, and there is also no trace of any of her previous orange powers," another man said in response. I tried to roll onto my side only to find myself confined to whatever it was I was laying on. I could hear two sets of footsteps rush to my side and when I opened my eyes I could see both figures staring down at me.

The skinny one with a white lab coat backed away. He put his hand through his hair.

" I-I can't believe it. I seriously thought she would never wake up." He shook his head. " This could change everything, we could save everyone." He smiled still staring at me. The other man scowled looking back at the skinny scientist.

" You know we can't do that. We have to find a simpler procedure." This man was larger. He had cropped hair and had about ten weapons on him. Obviously a psi officer.

" I know, but at least now we have hope." He said motioning to me. I stared up at them in confusion. When were they going to let me go? They were talking about me as if I were a lab rat.

I groaned again, and lifted my head ever so slightly, hinting that I wanted out of here. I looked around the room as both men scurried to unclamp my hands.

The room was mostly white, like the room that they had given me the surgery. I shivered at the thought of that. It was different though; it was filled with giant machines and a few random needles.

" Can you walk?" the bulky man asked. I shied away from him as he came to touch my arm that was now free. I clutched my arm to my chest and as the scientist unlatched my second shackle I sat up. My breathing began faster and faster. Had it worked? Were they going to test on me some more? I would rather die.

" Call on someone, she's totally having a break down." He called to the scientist. The man put out a hand to calm me.

" Don't touch me," I yelled. Bile formed in my throat I needed space. Air. My hands were trembling and I had to clutch them to my chest.

My heart beat so loudly that I barely heard the man call out to the people rushing into the room. One man walked up to me and tried to grab my arm, but I just swatted him away. Two psi officers walked up and grabbed my arms, I punched and kicked but they held on. I screamed, and even to my ears it was loud. I needed out. Tears streamed down my face.

They brought me out of the little room and brought me to another room, this one was grey with only a table and two chairs. Kind of like an interrogation room. They sat me down and as soon as they let go I pulled my legs up. There was no point in running away, they would over power me. Everyone left leaving me in the grey room. I felt like one of the crime suspects on one of those police shows that my mother used to hate.

A few seconds later a woman entered the room holding a plate of food and a cup of something steaming. She wore high heels and formal clothing. She set both down in front of me and sat on the other side of the table. She coughed silently before looking at me intensely.

" Hello, my name is Justine and I'm here to help you." She said and I just stared at her. " Would you mind telling me what your name is?" she asked politely. I stared at her.

" Ruby." I said in between silent sobs. She smiled.

" Well isn't that a beautiful name." I buried my face in my arms. Why had I answered her? I guess it had just been so long since I had heard my name that it just felt comforting to actually hear it. " Well Ruby, I understand that you have experienced some severe trauma." I looked at her. What did she think I was? A lost puppy.

She realized that I was obviously too traumatized to answer and continued.

" I know that you probably will not want to talk to me or anyone, but do you understand what this means," she said motioning at me, " you- you gave everyone hope." I squirmed in my seat. She looked down at the food and then back at me.

" You must be hungry, feel free to eat all you want." She said. My stomach growled and I reached out grabbing the plate. I began shoveling the food in my mouth.

I realized then that I probably looked like a crazed person. I had tears streaked down my face and my hair was probably a rat's nest.

My mind began to drift as the lady kept talking. I continued to shovel food and soon my plate was empty. I set it down on the table, still not listening to the lady.

I heaved into the pail by my bed. It had been one day since I woke up on the metal bed, traumatized. In fact I was still traumatized. Every few minutes I would heave into a pail. At night I would scream at the memories. I could remember each single detail, every cut.

Justine had come every few hours, and each time she would ask me what my name is, as if I would forget. They loaded me up with pills. Blue ones, yellow ones, so many that they had to remind me when to take the right one. They left a psi officer on the other side of the door and there was usually someone in the room with me. I don't know why though. Maybe to make sure I wasn't suicidal, cause the thought had occurred to me more than once.

I didn't try to use my powers, but I could feel that they were missing. Justine would touch me, but there was never a flash. Of course I would push her away as soon as possible, but there were times where I was late. My mind felt weak. Unguarded. I felt so open, that sometimes I would bury myself in the covers as a shield.

Ever since my first meal since the surgery, I haven't been able hold down food. I could see myself loosing weight, but there was nothing I could do.

I think it was the pills. The pills definitely did not agree with me. I coughed and leaned back onto my bed. I sniffled trying to push the memory of the surgery as far back as I could. I tried to think happy thoughts. But what was happy anymore. My childhood made me think of my parents, camp was torturous and the surgery was traumatizing.

I looked around and thought of the future. President Grey wanted me to make an appearance so that all the parents would know that there was hope. He planned to do it next week. Then he would probably go through with the surgery on his son and then continue his research. His research that killed almost as much as it saved.

I looked up at the ceiling and imagined escaping. I could find a car, but I didn't know how to drive, I could dress older and get a ticket for a train, assuming they hadn't shut those down in the last five to eight years. What would happen when I was free? I couldn't go back to my parents, cause they wouldn't take me in, they thought I was a monster. My grandma would accept me though.

My last thought before I heaved into the pail, was my way out.