After World War One the United States government decided to start a training program. The program they used for the public was the gifted children society. At age 9 I learned that I could manipulate water, later that day a woman in white came to my school. She said her name was Natalie with a white teeth. She had the face and body of a supermodel and told me that I was gifted.
What I didn't understand around that time was if I was gifted why was I failing all my classes. I told her I didn't want to go and the school called my parents, who were upset. Ms. Natalie went into a room with them and closed the door.
When she came out both my parents looked as if they never met me. Two men then escorted to the car, that was black, one man in front and one below. We drove for what felt like hours there were no windows men agents around me. Ms Natalie spent the time convincing me that it's for the best and I would be "safe here".
Once the van stopped I heard voices outside and a loud alarm go off for a second. They then put a sack on my head and dragged me out. I felt myself hit the cold floor and I took the sack off. I was in a cold room with only one light to illuminate the room. There was two beds both thin with black sheets and a hard pillow.
On the bed laid out a grey uniform and black boots. In the corner of the room there was a camera in the corner, recording me carefully. i began to put on the uniform when i heard the door open. i saw a girl with black and green hair, slightly taller than me, a bandage on her cheek in the uniform except hers look like she just climbed out of a fire. she smirked at me and said " the names vixen. and the top bunk, is mine." in her eyes there was a spark behind the ember inside them as she began to change. my voice came out shy in her presence " ...my name is elain-" but she interrupted me. "no no no what do you want it to be not what it currently is."
at that time i admit i didn't know what to choose. i didn't know what she could've meant by that because they hadn't manifested. Vixen began to lead me to the cafeteria or as she explained it the mess hall. however a soldier stopped me and led me to a lab along with a second soldier. Ms. Natalie was there and pulled out a needle full of something. Ms Natalie spotted my fear and smiled bigger tapping the syringe. "oh this? this is only some Lorazepam. its a Benzodiazepine nothing to worry about.. doctors use it'll only make you sleepy, sweetie."
i watched her slowly inject me with the syringe and, the room began to move slower. all i could hear was her loud laugh none stop. over and over like a broken record. i felt like burning and scratching for four days and four nights. on the fifth day i fell extremely sick and on the sixth day i believed i would die. it became hard to breath and my skin became paler and i became skinny. on the seventh day my skin regained color and health. my weight came back and I could lift my head.
i walked toward the door and there was vixen waiting there on the other side, smiling with worried eyes and said "ready to go?"
