The hopefuls

Chapter Two: Mr Hart

I wake up with a swift movement, lifting my chest up after feeling a cold shock of water splashing my face. I lift my head up gasping for air, I feel like I've been holding my breath for hours. I look around seeing a well lit room with white painted walls, across the room was a large mirror covering one of the four walls. Like always I had wires attached to me and people in white lab coats surrounding me, this time there was more people in the room then normal. 

I lift my head up eyeing the person stood in front of me. He had a nerdy vibe about him, a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the over. He looked at me through is black framed glasses, walking closer to me. I lift my hands up only to be stopped by white cuffs holding me in place against a white marble chair. I shake my hands frantically trying to escape from the hold they held me in, I panic as the man stands closer to me. I look around the room still trying to pull myself out of the cuffs, others in lab coats stand and watch the man in front of me. His lips move as if trying to speak, I notice his hand was shaking as if he was scared of me. I hear a squeaking voice peak out of his mouth. 

"S...sir, patient Eighteen is awake" he turns around looking at the black stained mirror.

An intercom comes on with a deep rusty voice over it. 

"You may proceed" the voice replies referring to the nerd. 

A loud bang is made to the left of me seeing a steel door open reviling three guards. The guard in the centre of the other two isn't wearing a mask but is the man I hit in the face, he now had stitches across his eyebrow from where I had hit him. He looked at me with his evil smirk walking over to me grabbing some silver metal poles. I move as much as I can trying to kick him away from me.

"Your not going to enjoy this, but I will" he laughs before lifting the poles in the air and stabbing them into my knees. 

I scream in agony, screaming for help watching the nerdy man back up against the wall. Blood pours out of my legs, as I feel pain shoot through my veins. 

"Shouldn't have hit me with that rock" his Amber red eyes looking at me through my hair as my head hangs low. 

"No please" I whimper, I look at my legs that are bleeding noticing the my blood. 

"Why is my blood black and his isn't" I cry through the pain looking at him and gesturing to the guard I cut earlier.

"Oh because you have black blood sweet heart" I'm so confused right now I've always had black blood ? 

He grabs my neck, pulling my face closer to his. "Now answer his questions". I spit at him before he slaps me across the face. 

"Dog" he mumbles before walking away.

The room empties leaving me alone, hearing my own own breath gasping for air in agony. I try to shuffle out of the restrains but I only felt pain from the silver metal poles in my legs, I instantly feel the burn of the wound shoot through my whole body making me scream.

Tears start forming into my eyes as the fear and anger rages through me. Through the mirrored glass I can see the whites of my eyes turning a shade of red from the raw tears. I breath through my nose and out from my mouth trying to keep calm. 

The silence breaks as a deep voice echoes through the room.

"Hello, patient Eighteen" he begins.

"My name is Hart, today we will be doing a series of test on you" he thinks.

"To expose your intent and your whole existence on this world" I listen carefully to his voice studying every pitch and tone, I noticed he had a foreign accent, not like my English one but more of a Russian accent.

I lift my head up to look at the mirror, only seeing my reflection. I shout at it.

"Please I'll do anything.. just don't hurt me please !" I sob whipping the blood from my little finger with my thumb.

With that electric shoots through my whole body, the wires attached to my head, arms and legs were giving me voltage of electricity. I scream out loud not being able to think or speak, my eyes wide open from the shock of the pain passing through my body. My veins were begging to come up to the top of my skin turning into purple lines as if I was struck by lightning. 

The pain stops and I fall limb into the chair, my muscles were weak and a throbbing pain begins to ache through my whole body. I hear a voice in the room but the voice is quite, I can only hear a whistling sound in my ears.

I close my eyes trying to listen to the voice. After a few seconds I open my eyes only to see no mirror but a window in front of me. 

A man stands before me, he was wearing some form of uniform that was a shade of green. The man spoke, it was the same voice I heard just seconds ago it was 'Hart' his appearance suited his voice. He was very manly with a trimmed beard but had an overall scary look about him. He was a high ranked person who people followed and obeyed his orders, I knew this just by looking at him and the minions behind him. 

On the left side of him is the guard that I cut with a rock, his eyebrow stitched with a dark blue thread, I feel no remorse for hitting him with a rock for all I know he deserved it. I scan the room only to see one more person which was the nerd with the clipboard, who looked like he was scared in the presence of the Hart.

A voice brings my attention to the man in the middle.

"Now you know the pain you will receive, you must answer my questions truthfully, do you understand ?" 

I look down sniffling, " yes, I understand" 

"Good, first question" he pauses 

" Do you know your name ? " he asks 

" I only know the name I was given, Patient Eighteen"  I say 

"Do you know where you are and why you're here ?" He asks again 

"No I know nothing but the walls you put me in for years, I don't know why I'm here, I've done nothing wrong " I say mumbling the last part.

I hear a mumble in the background, "The serum worked".

"What do you know about other patients ?" I'm starting to get bored of these questions. 

"I know nothing apart from that they have 'abilities' that I don't really know about" I tell him remembering what Jessica told me.

The strange man asked me countless amount of questions that take hours to answer.

He asks me another one "Do you know your ability? " I wonder what mine could be but I honestly don't think i have one.

"No, I don't think i have one" telling him truthfully

"Oh trust me you do, in fact you have the strongest one we've ever seen. Most likely the strongest in the world" I look at him, there just lying

"Now you see the test we are conducting on you is to retrieve these powers and harness them for further study " he says looking at me like we were having a staring competition. 

"Your killing people for these abilities to further study?! " I start to get angry at the greed that's consists in him. 

I hear a huff before he speaks again, " would you like the reason for these actions ?".

"Of course i f*****g want an explanation, and it better be a bloody good one !" I shout at him.

I felt like steam was coming out of my ears or it's just the blood coming up to my face from the poles in my legs I forgot about. 

He starts "When you was Six your parents discovered that you was remarkably different then any child they had ever met, you wasn't the average person. They found you had abilities, strengths. Something only the human race would call alien, but in fact you was the next race of the human generation. You and hundreds of children were born different. Then a war broke out between the children and their parents, the children as young as four didn't know how to control there powers and started killing people, even there own parents. Eventually we normal people stopped the war and those children were sent here, like you was, there memories were wiped from what they knew of the outside including their powers. We then tested on them trying to find ways to harness their powers. But for now we contained them and well... locked them away for safe keeping. And it just so happens that when we took these powers from the children they died." He stops, silencing the room again.

" why are you telling me this" I cry.

"Because it's your right to know" he states.

"Did I kill anyone in the war ?"

"Yes, half a million people" he says clearly.

I gasp at his response, I killed people.

"I...I can't kill people I'm a good person, I wouldn't ever hurt someone" I say staring to cry.

"You did, but the only reason you don't know or feel like you would never do that is because you forgot who you was, your an entirely knew person now, who is just a container for these abilities"

"Are you going to kill me?" I ask fearing for the answer.

"Basically, yes we are. We are going to put you through dramatic settings where you will almost die. In hopes your powers will come out of hibernation" he says with a square face, he's telling the truth.

"Sir you must proceed" the nervous clipboard man says interrupting the little conversation we was having. 

"Oh yes, of course. But first I need you to take them poles out of her legs. She doesn't need to be in anymore pain then she will already be in". He says referring to the guard. He happily smiles and walks out of the room and into mine.

He walks over to me, as I bite my teeth together fearing for the pain about to come. 

"No, please, sir ? Guard ? Stop don't!" I know they need to be taken out but not by him. 

The guard walks over to me. He grabs the metal poles and slowly takes them out purposely wiggling them to inflict as much pain on me as possible. I scream through clenched teeth. 

"Call me Alex" he says before walking out the room and standing back where he originally was.

I suddenly feel my feet begin to become cold and wet. I look down see the room flooded with water, I slowly realise the water level was beginning to rise, my head faces forward as I'm still strapped to the chair. I jump still sitting on the chair trying to break out of it. It was hopeless, all I could see was the man named 'hart' sipping a cup of coffee ? and watching me. 

The water reaches my neck and eventually my ears I take a deep breath trying not to inhale to much or I won't last long under the water. The chair I was sat on was so heavy it stayed in the same position. My feet could still touch the floor and so I used the floor to jump. I moved a great distance to a metal table which was like a operating table, besides it was also metal objects one was a small knife. I grab it with the little stretch I have and use it to cut my hand restrains off. 

I eventually break free from the chair, I look around seeing no exit other then the locked door. I go over to the glass with the three men still watching me and I kick the glass. 

Nothing was working, I was starting to choke on the water and eventually all of the air in my lungs began to disappear. I was gaging for oxygen and as the water filled my lungs I began to sink to the bottom of the flooded room.

My eye sight begins to become blared until I feel the air on my face, the water levels suddenly went down. The water in my lungs felt like it was being drained and all I could do was through up water. 

As soon as I could I gasped for air. I laid on the floor, with one hand under my head like a pillow and breathed slowly trying to concentrate on every movement and action in the room. 

I look up at the glass window, Hart and the two men were stood with their backs facing me. They didn't give a care in the world that I nearly drowned. 

I walk over the glass "what the hell ! " I shout bringing their attention on me.

"You nearly killed me!" They began to listen.

"That was our intention" Hart replied.

"Please I promise, I haven't got these abilities I swear" saying with all hope they would stop these settings I was placed in.

"You do have abilities like I said we erased them from your memories" he says.

I was about to say Something but then he spoke.

"Now if I was you I would be prepared for the next faze"

"What" I say looking around scared something may happen.

He turns his back on me once again and with that I feel a burning pain in my feet. The metal like floor was staring to become red hot and my bare feet couldn't stand the heat. I run other to the chair and stood on it as protection. Only to realise that the chair was pure metal and it heated up to the same temperature as the floor, the chair began to melt at the bottom, turning into a liquid the same colour as platinum. 

I began to cry as my feet began to burn away, it felt like my feet were melting. It was unbearable, I stood in the corner leaning against the white painted wall. I actually think I could die right now, this was pure pain, torture. I wanted to crawl into a little ball but I couldn't do anything but stand or the rest of my body would burn. I look down seeing the metal floor no longer its silver colour but bright red and surrounding me was a dark black liquid, blood.

I look up closing my eyes, screaming in agony until a voice interrupts my screams. 

"All you need to do is show me some magic tricks, and then the pain will be all over" the voice I know to well says.

Still looking up I breath out slowly, I no longer could feel pain. Just numbness, I have no strength to move or still stand up any longer, I fall to floor once again laying in my back. There was no heat that was once felt, I feel relieved knowing that faze was over and won't feel that pain ever again. 

The pain was agony but I could no longer feel it, my feet covered in the blood covering the deep wounds. 

I feel eyes looking at me but I don't look back. I just laugh.

"Your so stupid" I say laughing as I look up at the ceiling. 

"But I'm not the one laying on the floor" he replies with a little confusion.

I laugh again. "I'm never going to give you what you want, even if your going to kill me". 

"Oh trust me, you will give it to me" he says laughing evilly.