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Chapter One-
My eyes slowly opened to a pure white room. The floor, walls, and ceiling were padded and there were no doors. A camera watched me from a corner of the ceiling. I sat up and inspected myself. I didn’t have on the clothes I last remembered wearing. My body was covered by an orange jumpsuit with the number 682 on it. On my feet were orange, thin, slipper things. I shuddered at the thought of how bad I probably looked. But on a more important note…
“Hello? Where am I?” I asked the camera.
“You are in Forrest Mental Hospital.” The voice came from the camera, just like I knew it would.
I’M IN A MENTAL HOSPITAL????!!!!
I began to shake. This couldn’t be happening. How long had I been in there? WHY am I in there? My head continued to swim until I heard a sliding and turned to see a tray of food in a little cubby. I frantically crawled over to the cubby and devoured the bland oatmeal as well and gulping down the water that was in a plastic cup. Once I set the cup down, the cubby closed and I was stranded once again.
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It’s been fifteen meals since I first woke up. I never changed. Not once. I had decided that that was because neither my body nor my eyes had seen or touched darkness. No shadows, no night sky. I could feel the monster inside me, ready to explode. I had been having little therapy sessions with the voice behind the camera. The man made me mad. He treated me like a grenade with a loose screw. It was driving me insane. Ironic, right?
Suddenly a door opened to a hallway. A pitch dark hallway. Ah, darkness. I slipped away.
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“Do you think we should remove the straps? She looks uncomfortable.” A male voice drifted into my ears.
“No. She murdered three workers. If she’s unstable, then she needs to be strapped.” The reply was a woman’s voice.
I moaned and went to stretch but then realized I couldn’t move.
“May I ask why I strapped to a metal table?” I whined.
“Do you know who you are?” the woman asked me.
“Asher Linh. Duh.” I replied, then wriggled, trying to get out of the straps.
“I am Dr. Moore and this is Dr. Marner. Do you remember what happened?” the man asked.
“Umm, hi. And no. I can never remember what happens when the monster takes over.” I noticed too late what I had said.
Oh no. I’m coming back to you, white padded cell.
“Yes, we understand.” Dr. Marner sighed, then went to unbuckle the straps.
Rubbing my wrists, I sat up. There was an overwhelming stench of chemicals in the air that made my stomach churn, but otherwise the room I was in seemed cozy, like a one roomed apartment with a metal table in the middle.
“So, Asher, can you explain what this monster feels like?” Dr. Moore pushed.
“Umm, it’s kind of like a force that pushes its way through my veins and takes over when I see or am in darkness.” I tried to explain.
“Hmmm, I see.” The Doctors both replied at once.
“Asher, will you help us?” Dr. Moore asked.
“Why? And with what? How do I know I can trust you?” I replied cautiously.
“We’ve been looking for you, or more your kind, since our fathers died fifteen years ago. You can help us find more of your kind so we can protect humans. You can trust us because we want to help you.” Dr. Marner insisted.
“Tell me more.” I said.
“Okay, so, seventeen years ago, hundreds of eggs were stolen from a Sperm Bank in Alaska. Our fathers were scientists who had an idea of who did it. Dr. Henry Davis, a mad man who had quit working at the lab ten years earlier, was now obsessing over taking over the world. He had stolen the eggs, and injected them with the DNA of both impeccable beauty, and, little did we know until a few days ago, a monster. Our fathers went looking for him, hoping to catch him and take him to the authorities. It took almost a year to find him, and by then, every egg had become a one month old baby. But Davis was gone. He’s still out there. Our fathers sent the babies to orphanages scattered across the United States, not thinking about what Davis might have done to them. Then, realizing their mistake, the set out to find them all again so they could protect humanity. You’re the first one we’ve found.” Dr. Moore explained.
“Wow… You actually believe that? That’s funny.” I laughed.
The serious looks on the Doctors’ faces made me stop. They were serious.
“Fine, I’ll help.” I sighed.
A smile erupted on both of their faces. Dr. Moore began to fuss about the room tidying thing up and shoving things in duffel bags while Dr. Marner skipped around in circles. I could probably get used to these two, considering they didn’t act-
“Oh yeah! We forgot to mention we think we have a way to keep you from changing!” Dr. Moore exclaimed.
WHAT?!?!
“Yeah. We went to a Protector-” I cut off Dr. Marner.
“What’s a Protector?”
“Oh it’s just somebody who knows simple protective shit.” Dr. Moore explained.
“Anyways, we went to one and they gave us this to keep the monster inside of you. She said Black Diamonds keep demons from surfacing, so, here.” Dr. Marner handed me a pure black ring with three pointed Black Diamond studs.
“It’s gorgeous and protective? I’m in love.” I smiled.
All of us helped pack up the room and soon enough, it was back to looking like a plain hotel room. With nothing but myself and my ring, I followed the loaded down Doctors to a sleek black BMW.
“Dr. Moore?” I asked.
“Yeah Asher?” he replied while he threw the duffels in the trunk.
“Where are we going now?”
Dr. Marner glanced at a piece of paper in her pocket and turned to me. She had an excited glint in her eye when she replied.
“We’re headed to California.”
“YAY!” I screeched.
With a skip in our steps, we all loaded into the car and got on the road.
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“CAL-IF-ORNIA GIRLS
WE’RE UNFORGETTABLE
DAISY DUKES BIKINIS ON TOP
SUN-KISSED SKIN
SO HOT WE’LL MELT YOUR POPSICLE OH!
OH OHWAOHWA OH OHWAOHWA!”
All of us were screaming along with Katy Perry at the top of our lungs, ever Dr. Moore. I felt so relaxed around these people, like they were life-long friends that were almost fifteen years older than me. They were like parental figures to me already, which I hadn’t known since I was thirteen.
You see, when I was thirteen, there was an accident and both of my parents died on the way to my school to pick me up. Legally, I had to stay with my mother’s sister, who was really pissed that she couldn’t have ten guys a week over anymore. She didn’t really care what I did. I was positive she wouldn’t even notice me missing, and would probably be happy I was gone.
“Well, here we are.” Dr. Moore announced as he pulled up to a huge iron gate.
“This is where we’re staying?” I asked in amazement.
“The very exclusive town of Grecia Bay, California lays beyond these gates. Our fathers bought a piece of land a long time ago and paid it off in one sitting, then built a school on it for kids like you to stay in between missions. A sanctuary, or as we have called it since we were children, The Sanctuary. It’s a nice place.” Dr. Marner chatted.
Dr. Moore leaned out and typed in a long code then leaned back as the huge gates opened. Then we drove through. I was going to turn around and watch the gates close but my eyes were glued to a small town full of loaded people. Designer shops lined the street and teenagers climbed into the front seats of flashy cars. Women and men in custom suits strutted around on their cell phones. Even the high school looked like it belonged in the Ivy League. We drove all the way to the back of the town, to a gigantic luxury resort, and pulled in.
“This is it.” Dr. Marner chirped and got out.
I just passed out.
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