Gifted

Chapter 14

Bret's POV

When I wake up I'm on a hospital bed. I bolt upright. I'm rewarded with a stabbing pain through my chest. I cringe in pain and fall back onto my pillow. This time I sit up and slowly, my arm applying pressure to the bandaged area over my heart.

"So the little troopers awake," I hear someone say. I look up to see a girl dressed completely in black looming over me

"What-" I ask

"Good question. i just wanted to see the trooper that was shot by the terrorist," she says

"That wasn't my question. I was going to ask what your name was. You really should listen better," I smile cockily. She draws back for second.

"What's your name," she fires back

"I asked first," I lift an eyebrow at her

She smiles then replies"The names Mason. Oh, and I'm Mason because my dad wanted a boy."

"Bret," I say holding out my hand. instead of shaking my hand she tosses me a shirt

"Let me tell you, your one lucky camper. That bullet hit you in the shoulder instead of your heart. Your lucky your attacker wasn't a good shot," she says

"Wait where's Newton?" I ask

"Dead,"

"Why?"

"They shot him when they saw him running for the plane hanger. Found you a few minutes later," she says mimicing a gun with her hand. |i slip the shirt over my head and stand up.

I get a full look of Mason. She's taller than Clara by about 4 inches. Her hair is dyed black but has red streaks the frame her pale face. She's dressed head to toe in black and completed the look with a pair of combat boots. It's impossible to tell what Marking she was given by her looks.

"So your the tough guy now," she says looking at me. Even though she's taller than Clara she's still not as tall as me.

"Ahem," we hear someone fake cough. Both of our heads snap in it's direction. It look like it's supposed to be my  doctor.

"Excuse me, Mason but I need to ask you to leave," he says coming towards me. She looks at me.

"Guess I'll she you later," she waves. Then spins on her boots to leave.

"Hope she didn't bother you too much," he says pushing me down onto the bed

"Hey, how long was I out anyways," I ask

"Two weeks,: he replies as-a-matter-of-factly

"Two weeks!" I shout

"Yup," he says writing a bunch of notes on a clipboard.

"Do you know anything about the terrorist and where he got that gun" the doctor ask

"His names Newton and he isn't a terrorist he's-" I stop because I remember my promise to Newton. The doctor looks at me expectantly.

"He was pure evil. I after commander left he was all cheery. he hit his head on the floor at one point and went to get some ice. When he got back he threaten me with the gun. I held him off for a lttle while but he eventually got the better of me," I lie

"Look like it," the doctor says removing the bandage from my chest. I nearly pass out because there's a freaking hole in my arm.

'W..w...w...w," I stammer

"We had to surgically remove the bullet because even though he missed his target he lodged it inside you pretty good. Wouldn't you agree?"  the doctor says

"Yeah," I reply. he swabs the area with antiseptic then applies fresh bandages. he makes me take a few pills then leaves.The room is completely empty so i decide to sneak out. I sneak out of the building and Mason talking to the commander in the middle of the base.

"Hey Trooper, get over here," she calls. I wander over to see the commander with a stern look on his face.

"What's the matter Commander?" I ask

"You," he says in a mono-tone

"What?' i look over at  Mason who's smiling her pants off

"What he means is that after your 'accident' you've gotten yourself noticed. A base in New York City wants you to be their 'computer geek'. It also just happens that I live in new York and am going there tomorrow," she smiles

"So" I ask

"You heard her, your going to New York tomorrow," commander shouts. Mason smiles at me again. But my only thought is on my  promise to Clara and how my glass seems a little more full now.