The Beginning

Chapter13: Lucy

The car ride to the airport was short. The radio droned on as the usual silence descended between us. Suddenly the radio caught my attention. 'It's been months since the Canadian terrorists last attacked the city of Toronto. A group of 5 people were seen leaving the city after the mass destruction from man made earthquakes and ruin of much of the city. Police and international investigators are still-'. My mother shut the radio off.
"What? Why mom, I was listening to that?"
My demands were met with stony silence. We arrived at the airport 2 hours early, went through the hell that is airport security, and spent the last 30 minutes eating airport Cinnabon's together. It silence, of course. I slowly nibbled on mine while my mom finished her quickly and went to buy a second round for us.
"It's a four hour flight, and peanuts aren't that filling. Eat Lucy." I nodded and choked down the rest of the first cinnamon roll. I went to the restroom one last time and got in line to board the four hour flight from Dallas to Seattle.
Once I got to the beginning of the line, the stewardess asked for my ticket and if I had any carry on luggage. As I handed her the ticket and told her no, I realised I didn't have any luggage whatsoever. I stared at my mom as she handed the stewardess her ticket, and wondered what was actually happening.
We found our seats, buckled up, and I popped some sleeping pills before the plane had even left the runway. I sank into sleep as the attendants began their airplane security lectures.

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I awoke to my mom prodding my shoulder and beckoning me to hurry up. I climbed out of the seat, stretched the dizziness away, and followed her off the plane. We raced through the airport, leaving the metal birds and crowds of people in the past as my mom dragged me into a silver convertible with out last name on a tiny plaque in the window. We hopped in and my mom raced off towards who know where.

Almost an hour later we had arrived at a small building on the outskirts of Seattle.
"Lucy, I have something I need to tell you. Please don't talk, just listen." I nodded "You're very special and extremely gifted, but you're dangerous. Maybe the most dangerous. You're part of an elite team of enhanced humans known as the Thirteen. Years ago, when the New World Order was first announced, there was another Thirteen. They became corrupt like the government they served and the resistance was born. Now, the Thirteen have incredible abilities and responsibilities but it's up to you now you'll follow them. I am a part of this resistance, and you are my daughter. You are the Warrior. You are Ten." She was crying now, great tears of sadness, but she tried her best to stop as a group of men and women in black suits approached us. I looked in the rearview mirror at myself. Reddish-brown hair, hazel eyes, pale and freckled skin. How was I supposed to be some great warrior from a team of twelve other kids? I started hyperventilating, a familiar heat rising in my chest. And then it was gone, replaced by a feeling of security. I looked back at the mirror and realised I was gone too. Maybe the idea of powers and abilities wasn't so crazy.