My new life
I had always known that I was special, but what I didn’t know was, what I was capable of, and even better, that I wasn’t the only one. I had never told anyone what I was, but on the other hand, no one had ever asked: “Hey Amelia, do you have a special ability?” Really, I never understood why no one ever found it weird, that I never got hurt or sick.
But back to the story… It was that day, when some of the people I never thought, I would be friends with, helped me figure out what I was, and gave me a place to belong. The morning had started fine, my mother had a good day and was all over me, witch made me just want to get away. So as soon as I could, I went to school. Not because I liked going to school, but because my mom was getting on my nerves. In my school there were three kinds of people, the normal people, like me, the popular people and then there was the Tattoos. They all have the same facial tattoo, some black flames over and under their right eye. I didn’t know if they were some kind of cult, but they never socialized with others, and everybody had a theory about them. Some thought that they were extreme Satanists, some wanted to be like them, and some, like me, were just fascinated by them. They were never insecure, they all got strait A´s, and most of them were really good looking. They were all the tings I wanted to be. Well, enough about them. I was walking into the schools parking lot, and then it happened, the car was driving right towards me, and there was nothing I could do. So I just let it crash right into me.
The next thing I remembered was, that I was laying on the cold asphalt, with a lot of noises around me. The only thing I could focus on was the stranger next to me. He was tall, had black clothes on, a facial tattoo, and his face was really close to mine. I quickly got op, because his intimacy scared me.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Sure, I am fine, thanks”, was the only thing I said before I took my backpack, and walked away with everyone’s eyes staring at my back. In the lunch break I used to sit alone, but not that day. Just as I was about to eat my chicken sandwich, he sat down next to me, and started looking at me.
“Excuse me, can I help you with something?” It was all I could come up with.
“You should have been dead?” “Well thanks, good day to you too.” I was about to leave the table, when he grabbed my arm. “That’s not what I mean. My name is Daniel, and I saw the car crashing into you. No one could have survived that” “Maybe I was just lucky?” He jus kept staring at me, until he whispered something in my ear. “I know what you can do, I know you can heal yourself and others.” He must have seen the fear in my eyes, because the next thing he did was opening his hand, and out of it came a little blue flame, like his hand was on fire.
And that was the way it started, the start of my new life. Now, a half month later, I am one of them, but I still haven’t got the tattoo, mostly because I was afraid of my mother’s reaction. But I really wanted it, because when I had the tattoo, then everyone could see where I belonged. We all have special powers, some were really strong, and some could read thoughts. I was on my way to the old warehouse, were we always hang out. On the outside it looks really old, but on the inside it is really cool. The 1st floor was arranged with flat screens, beanbags and a little kitchen. But I mostly hang out on the 2th floor, were the laboratory was. Michael, the smartest one, was there all the time, and I like hanging out with him. He was not so complicated, he didn’t make me feel awkward and we were sort of best friends. He had an awesome ability, because he could fly. Michael was not there today, and it was very weird, because Michal always used to be in the lab. So I just sat down and lot my thoughts fly. Of cause the first thing I could think about was Daniel. I could not stop blushing when I thought about Daniel; he always made me so nervous. I was about to leave the lab when Daniel came running into the lab. “Michael is gone! I think the organization has taken him.”
“What! Daniel what are you talking about?” We both ran downstairs, and it was pure chaos. Some talked on their phones, some was on their way to the basement, and others, like me, didn’t know what to do about them selves. Daniel yelled: “Everybody stop! We need to figure this out, and what we are going to do about it!” some guy, witch name I think is jay, took the word: “There is no time to waste, we don’t know what they want with him.” ”Wait, what? Who are “they”, I had to ask, because I was new, and I had no clue what they were talking about. Daniel looked directly at me and said: “”They” are an organization, witch researches how mutation in the front of the brain can affect the human body, and mutations in the brain…” he turned both his hand on fire, “Is exactly what this is!” Even though I was scared, I had to ask: “Are they going to cut Michael open to find out how he can fly?” Daniel just sent me a harsh look.
After 10 minutes we were on our way to the other side of Manhattan. The organization stayed in a private hospital, and it certainly looked private. The fens were 7 foot tall and the hospital looked like a prison, with guards on the ground and roof. We all looked out of the windows in the bus, when Daniel said: “Okay, we split into two groups, all the strong ones go with Ethan, and the rest come with me.” I was definitely not strong, so I went with Daniel and the rest. Our group was climbing over the fens behind the hospital, while the others were storming the front. Even though we had weapons, and a lot of them even, we couldn’t get in without lost. Jessica and Luke got shot from the roof. When I was about to run back and heal them, Daniel grabbed my arm and pulled me with him. “No wait, they need help! Maybe they are not dead yet!” “No! They are dead, you can’t help them!”
The hospital was big and filled with small corridors, so it was really difficult to find Michael. After having healed at least 15 gun wounds while running, I was exhausted and falling behind. Just before I collapsed an arm swept me up. “Relax, you need to have energy, if Michael is hurt”, said Daniel, who by the way was holding me. It was not very comfortable, because Daniel had to use the other hand to shoot fire with. After about 10 minutes I heard the first scream. Even though I was on the limit to exhaustion, I struggled to open my eyes. Michael was in a small lab with an electric chair in the corner. The walls were filled with torture-looking instruments, but the only thing I could focus on was Michael. His eyes were closed and he looked terrible. He was covered in blood and bruises. Suddenly I wasn’t tired anymore. I jumped up, and ran over to him. He was unconscious and his heart was beating weakly. The tears were running down my cheeks, and I had to try, I had to save him. I took a deep breath, putted my hand over Michael’s heart and felt the energy flowing from my body to his heart. Suddenly I had no more energy left and everything turned black, I didn’t even feel my body hitting the floor.
I woke up in one of the only beds in the warehouse. My whole body was sore. Michael was lying in the bed next to me. He looked better but still not well. “He is going to be fine, don’t worry.” Daniel sat on a chair by my bed. He looked at me and smiled. “You were really brave, you saved his live.” “Is anyone else hurt, and what happened to the organization?” “Everyone is fine. The rest of the organization, inclusive the doctors who hurt Michael escaped.” I was quiet for a moment; it was a lot to take in, in less than 24 hours.
“Get some rest, and when you wake up, I think it is time for you to get your tattoo.” I smiled and closed my eyes. Daniel stood up, and just before he left the room, he kissed me on the forehead. My dreams that night were filled with love and hope.