~~“I CANNOT BELIEVE this. Seriously, I don’t babysit!” I yelled as we escorted Daniel out of the building. Going to a safe house on a beach 4 hours away was not something I was looking forward to.
“It’s only for a little while. Calm down, Mal.” Leave it to Rebekah to play down a situation. Then again, she was older than I was, though she didn’t look the part. She was around 5’7”, tall for a girl of 18 years. Her eyes, they’re marvelous. Beautiful chocolate brown with flecks of blue, they drove me crazy. I had never seen anything like it before, but she said the same about me. From a seconds glance I looked more like a 20 year old than a 15 year old. I couldn’t stand myself, and quite frankly I still can’t. I’m too tall. 15 years old and 5’10”. That wasn’t the only thing I hated about myself, oh did I not mention my eyes? I have royal purple ones. A genetic mutation called Alexandria’s Genesis was the reason for them. I have no hair other than on my head, eyebrows, nose, ears and eyelashes. I also don’t have periods. Lucky, right? Not at all. I’m the only federal agent with Purple eyes, making me very easy to recognize.
“I will not ‘calm down’ I could take out the terrorist, not the child! I work for NCIS, not Care.com for God’s sa-“
“SHUT-UP! YOU THINK I WANT TO BE HERE? NO! I WANT TO BEAT HOME RELAXING AND HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS, NOT BEING ESCORTED TO A SAFE HOUSE IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY! I’M NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS EITHER, SO WHY DON’T YOU JUST LET THE TERRORISTS KILL ME!” My head snapped in Daniel’s direction and Rebekah’s arms were wrapped around me before I could snap the little brat’s neck.
“I’ll do S.I.N.G on you!” I yell as she instructs him to get in the car.
“S.I.N.G? As in s-i-n-g, the thing you do with your voice?” he asks
“No, S.I.N.G. As in ‘Solar plexus, instep, nose, Groin!’” I grunt, doing the steps on Rebekah. Not enough to hurt her, just taps. “You’ll learn it in training.”
“Oh, yeah, right”
“British boy, eh?” I open the door and hop in opposite Daniel.
“Yeah, from London” He says, smiling.
“Tell me about you. I don’t want any surprises when we get to the training.”
“I’m Daniel, well you knew that. I’m 16 years old and I don’t have any life-threatening diseases so training won’t be a problem. Your turn.”
“Okay. I’m Savannah, but you can call me Mal. It’s because my last name. I’m 15, oh! And I have a genetic mutation called Alexandria’s Genesis.”
“15? I didn’t expect that. You look like you’re 20.” He said.
“Bite me.” He bared his teeth and I laughed.
“You have to come around more often! She never laughs!” Rebekah said from the front seat. I close my eyes and lean my head against the window, a devilish smile creeping across my lips. The gentle swaying and bumping of the car puts me to sleep like a baby.
I open my eyes in a glass room. In the center of the room there is a small silver rectangle, instinctively, I reach for my gun, but it is not there. I need to escape, but there is no door. Step on the plate thingy, maybe it’ll open one the voice in my head says. I do as told, stepping slowly towards it. I jump on it and water rushes into the room. Not these dreams again, not happening! I jump off and rush to the wall as the water soaks my clothes. It’s at my ankles I can do this it’s at my calves pound the glass like it’s your ex-boyfriend! My thighs; kick baby, kick! My waist; just like that! My belly-button and I’ve made a small crack; c’mon, almost there! “HELP ME!” My chest is being covered, and I’m starting to panic “HELP!” the glass should be cracking! It’s not that thick! The water is at my neck. “PLEASE!” Salty tears stream down my cheeks as the water covers my chin. I tilt my head back to breathe longer. ONE. LAST. CHANCE. “PLEASE! HELP ME!” I swing my fists above my head. I will not die in here! Water trickles through the crack, but not fast enough to save me any time. I am going to die in here. Admit it. Embrace it. No! Kick, wave your arms just don’t- IT’S OVER! I AM DEAD! SHUT YOUR FACE! ABOUT IT! I sob, causing me to open my mouth and water flows in. it burns my throat and lungs like liquid fire. Coughing and gagging doesn’t help and I swallow more.
Then, everything ended.
“No! Nonononononono! Please! Dear God no!” I cried out.
“What? Are you okay?” Daniel exclaimed. I looked around, I’m in the car, and I’m not dead. Everything’s normal. I’m breathing air, not water. Sweat mats some of my hair to my forehead and sticky dried tears are covering my face, along with fresh new ones. Rebekah is turned to me in a second.
“Dreams. Different dreams.” I swallow hard.
“D-death. This has never happened before, Bekah. Not once.” Her head snaps to me.
“I thought you said-“
“That they always come true?!? I did! They do! Beck, I can’t die like that!”
“How’d you d-die?”
“I was in a glass room like they always start,” I gulp hard, saying what happened just makes it all too real for me, but I continue. “But this time there was a little silver plate-ish rectangle-ish thingy in the middle of the room. I stepped on it, just to see what would happen and the room started to fill up with water. I kicked and punched and screamed but no one would help me. The glass wouldn’t break. It was hopeless. Bekah, they always come true. Without fail. This is bad. This is so bad.” The dreams always came true, including the one about the Boston marathon.
"We can prevent this, okay? You'll learn to swim and when we go on missions you'll have two guns instead of one-"
"Missions?!? You must be nuts! I can't go on missions!" Daniel cuts her off.
"Training, Pansycake." I said
"Don't call me that," he chuckled "it makes me sound weak."
"Makes you sound weak? I don't think that's what makes you sound weak."
"Oh shut up!" He yelled.
"Make me!" I retorted
"ooooooohhhh we got a daredevil over here!" Rebekah joked. I shook my head and looked out the window.
"Oh. My. Gods. We're here!!!!" I screamed. This place was amazing. Training equipment was everywhere, a 30 foot tall wall for climbing, some blocks for running up and down whilst the other two people swung weapons at you, a simulator sat inside the house only visible because of a large window. And so much more. It was like training for the hunger games.
"Whoa..." Whispered Daniel
"This is our new home."