fire with her mind, she wasn’t sure that she should really cast aside the notion of seeing into the future all too readily. With the cleansing and new dawning of humanity there had emerged several new talents and skill s possessed by a small number, h er Pyrokinesis being just one of a multitude of dangerous mutations.
While her mind whirled with the possibility of a newfound skill , her eyes and ears paid ca reful attention. When the whirr- click notified her that someone was entering she backed against the far wall of her cell, her body tense and rigid as she waited for what she knew was coming next.
Two men stood beyond the doorway. The light in the corridor was as bright as the one that lit her chamber and it illuminated them in their suits. The stark glare hit the shiny metallic surface of the table between them and bounced reflections at her, dizzying her.
This wasn’t right, this wasn’t the way it happened...
What was going on?
She shook her head and tried to back up further, prevented from doing so by the wall at her back. The suited men advanced, bringing the table with them. It was a sort of trolley set on wheels with a series of drawers beneath it. On the top were shackles positioned to restrain a person at their ankles, wrists and neck. It looked very similar to the one she had found herself waking on four years ago after falling from her horse in her attempt to flee the Officials chasing her.
The door swung closed behind them and they stopped in the centre of the room. One of them pulled open a drawer to reveal rows of very shiny and incredibly sharp looking instruments. She could hear their mocking laughter and she held her hands over her ears, her eyes screwed tightly shut and her head shaking back and forth in some vain display of denial. She heard herself repeating the word ‘no’ over and over, then a hand grabbed her arm, and she was hauled onto the table. Her clothes were torn away and despite her struggles she was easily overpowered, the shackles were locked into place , rendering her motionless.
The man to her left took a scalpel from the tray of instruments and held it up so that she could see it clearly . The man to her right raised his arm and pulled off the hood that covered his face.
Alecia stared into Amato’s eyes uncomprehendingly as he laughed down at her.
‘Gonna turn you into a Clone, bitch.’
As the hooded guard slowly, oh, so slowly, lowered the blade in his hand towards her chest Alecia opened her mouth wide and screamed at the top of her lungs.
Chapter 10
Her scream was cut off when a hand clamped across her mouth.
Alecia sat bolt upright, fighting against the man who held her, her fingers hooked into claws, raking the skin of his hand. She kicked out at him with her feet but found them bound and she struggled fiercely to free herself.
The grip across her mouth loosened and she sucked in air but did not scream again, while she thrashed and writhed he simply held her, gently but firmly, against himself, rocking her slightly, trying to calm her. When she had exhausted herself she fell against his chest sobbing.
Amato ran a hand through her hair and spoke softly to her much in the way one would attempt to console a child waking from a nightmare.
When her tears had dried and her laboured breathing returned to normal she raised her head and took in their surroundings. The room was dim but the blackness wasn’t absolute and she could make out enough to see that they were in some sort of underground shelter.
Towards the middle of the 21 st Century, in a very similar way to events during the Second World War, paranoia over the advancement of weapons of mass destruction and other various threats had led many people to invest in fallout shelters. Hideouts underneath the ground that would protect them from the effects of a nuclear
While her mind whirled with the possibility of a newfound skill , her eyes and ears paid ca reful attention. When the whirr- click notified her that someone was entering she backed against the far wall of her cell, her body tense and rigid as she waited for what she knew was coming next.
Two men stood beyond the doorway. The light in the corridor was as bright as the one that lit her chamber and it illuminated them in their suits. The stark glare hit the shiny metallic surface of the table between them and bounced reflections at her, dizzying her.
This wasn’t right, this wasn’t the way it happened...
What was going on?
She shook her head and tried to back up further, prevented from doing so by the wall at her back. The suited men advanced, bringing the table with them. It was a sort of trolley set on wheels with a series of drawers beneath it. On the top were shackles positioned to restrain a person at their ankles, wrists and neck. It looked very similar to the one she had found herself waking on four years ago after falling from her horse in her attempt to flee the Officials chasing her.
The door swung closed behind them and they stopped in the centre of the room. One of them pulled open a drawer to reveal rows of very shiny and incredibly sharp looking instruments. She could hear their mocking laughter and she held her hands over her ears, her eyes screwed tightly shut and her head shaking back and forth in some vain display of denial. She heard herself repeating the word ‘no’ over and over, then a hand grabbed her arm, and she was hauled onto the table. Her clothes were torn away and despite her struggles she was easily overpowered, the shackles were locked into place , rendering her motionless.
The man to her left took a scalpel from the tray of instruments and held it up so that she could see it clearly . The man to her right raised his arm and pulled off the hood that covered his face.
Alecia stared into Amato’s eyes uncomprehendingly as he laughed down at her.
‘Gonna turn you into a Clone, bitch.’
As the hooded guard slowly, oh, so slowly, lowered the blade in his hand towards her chest Alecia opened her mouth wide and screamed at the top of her lungs.
Chapter 10
Her scream was cut off when a hand clamped across her mouth.
Alecia sat bolt upright, fighting against the man who held her, her fingers hooked into claws, raking the skin of his hand. She kicked out at him with her feet but found them bound and she struggled fiercely to free herself.
The grip across her mouth loosened and she sucked in air but did not scream again, while she thrashed and writhed he simply held her, gently but firmly, against himself, rocking her slightly, trying to calm her. When she had exhausted herself she fell against his chest sobbing.
Amato ran a hand through her hair and spoke softly to her much in the way one would attempt to console a child waking from a nightmare.
When her tears had dried and her laboured breathing returned to normal she raised her head and took in their surroundings. The room was dim but the blackness wasn’t absolute and she could make out enough to see that they were in some sort of underground shelter.
Towards the middle of the 21 st Century, in a very similar way to events during the Second World War, paranoia over the advancement of weapons of mass destruction and other various threats had led many people to invest in fallout shelters. Hideouts underneath the ground that would protect them from the effects of a nuclear
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