Numbers

Introduction

I woke up being dragged against the cold floor by my arms. I opened my eyes through slits. I was so tired and scared. Where was I? Who am I? I felt a pain in my tongue. I brushed it along the roof of my mouth and flinched at the pain. It was bleeding yet I couldn't taste the blood. I couldn't taste anything. I looked up at the two guards that were dragging me along they were so stone-faced. They looked like they had no emotion. I looked back down and closed my eyes trying to remember.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday my darling! Happy birthday to you!" I looked around and smiled. I saw a young blonde lady and a tall black haired man. I smiled and laughed. I looked at a small and bright colored cake in front of me. It had a small five on it with a little flame on top. I took in a deep breath and blew it out. "Yay!" the lady and man chanted. I laughed again and clapped. The tall man looked at the clock "And a happy new year!" he smiled. "Another year and another bright smile!" the woman said. I laughed then everything started to fade.

I gasped and opened my eyes. 'Now I remember. Those were my parents! We had just finished celebrating my birthday! I'm five! But what is my name?' I thought to myself and looked around. There were cells everywhere with children inside and older teens. Guards walked around with guns and guarded each cell. The guards stopped at a cell in front of me. I looked up and saw two boys. One was tall and had black hair with a white streak through it and several cuts on his face. I looked at the other he was almost as tall as the other boy but had dirty brown hair. "Number 15, Number 34 you have a new roommate Number 57" I stared wide-eyed at the two boys. One had a 15 on his neck which I assumed to be 15. And the other boy had a 34 on his cheek so that would mean I was 57. I gave a short scream as I was thrown in. I felt something catch me and look up. The boy called 15 was holding me. He glared at the guards and helped me up onto my feet. He continued to hold me. I liked his comfort it was nice. I don't know why but I began to cry and held tight onto the boy I didn't know. He looked down and frowned "Five years old is just too young." he sighed and kneeled down. "My name is 15 I'm ten my power is well my hands can shift into a sickle." 'Power?' the word stayed in my head. What was he talking about? I looked up with my tear filled eyes. "And over there is 34 he can turn into a dog." He looked down at me again "And you are 57 what is your power?" "P-power?" I stuttered. He nodded "Yes, we all have powers here given to us by these men. We are the numbers"