Someone dropped a napkin on the table, trying to be discreet. There was a message scrawled on it in blue ink that said, “Get out while you still can. -Liam”. I jerked my head up, and my green eyes locked with blue ones. He nodded to me, and left to go eat with the other
15-year-olds.
Liam has been my best friend since I was brought here. All of us were taken from our families, the moment our 'dangerous ' abilities were discovered. I have x-ray vision and the ability to look at a mechanism and immediately understand how it works. Liam 's ability is the power to change the color of himself or his surroundings. Although Liam and I look different, him with messy, short, dark brown hair and light skin, and me with darker skin
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I emptied my plate, and raced to the elevator. “Floor seven,” I
requested of the voice-operated machine.
I hate appointments.
Dr. Tolle takes a blood sample, then preps me for the scan. “Tomorrow,” he says
cheerfully, “ you will be ready for the M.O.L.D.” I began to panic, but he doesn 't seem to
notice. The floor seems to sway beneath my feet, as I struggle to regain my consiousness.
M.O.L.D stands for Molecular Organization Limitation Device. The scientists here have
created this machine just a month ago, and it is designed to alter, or in servere cases destroy,
the part of the brain responsible for our abilities. Already, half the students here have been
sent home, NORMAL. One of my friends, Piper, was crippled by it, and will never fly again.
No matter what, after a couple times, you are either stripped of your power, or
severely injured, physically and emotionally. Liam has been in it once, and he describes it as
the most horrendously agonizing pain he has ever felt.
After my appointment, which ended at precicely 2:30 PM, we have our hour to talk with
the other kids.
All the older kids seem to be in a state of confusion and excitement. I find Liam in the corner of the room, camoflauged to the chair he is in.
“Liam,” I whisper, “What 's the note about?”
“Dr. Heisenberg is out of town for the week! We could leave!”
“Are you sure? We have no plan!”
“Done.”
“We’re going to keep him over night for observation. We’ll call you as soon as we have the results on the scan.”
“Yes, that’s okay Dr.Timmy, but what kind of tests are you doing on me, Dr.Timmy? Hopefully, they don’t take some blood tests, or ask me a lot of questions because I hate needles, and answering a lot of questions.
going to be late. Doctors can send you text about the patient appointment. They will
“Shaun, you know I can’t let you operate on anyone right after you’ve been in a traumatic event.” Melendez could see Shaun’s shoulders begin to tense up. “Tell you what. Go sit in the waiting room. Catch your breath an-“
Unaffected by the young officer’s outburst, Daniel’s countenance remained composed. “He’s under the care of a doctor who is conducting a thorough examination. That’s all the information I can give you right now.”
Now I need to get back to the others,” he said as he turned back face the road. “You need to get inside if this scanner is right.” Tina nodded and closed the door.
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