Samuel Johnson
#19

          I heard everything. From the defiance in her voice to the electricity shooting from the gun. I could hear Daisy's gasps, but there was a hint of knowingness in her voice. She knew. I could hear her body crumple to the ground. I could taste the electricity in the air. I can smell the slight burning of clothing that smokes off of Jess's clothes. I felt the vibrations on the floor from the feet thumping down on the hall. But all I can see is the smooth texture of the metal walls.

It does help that my power is extension of my senses. I mean, I hear everything, feel everything, I can almost smell and taste everything, mostly for the details. I would be able to see everything if the cell walls aren't in the way.

"Jack Woodland, please report to room two hundred four. Thirty-five and twenty-five," the overhead speaker screeches. I almost get a headache from such a loud noise. I reach out my ears to hear who the next person is.

"Lillian," I hear someone whisper to another person, one of which I would assume to be the announcer.

"Lillian Summers, please report to my room two hundred four. Thirty-five and twenty-five." I smile as my powers actually helped for once.

The scraping sound echoed in my ears. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping for the pain to end.  Luckily, I have an endless supply of Tylenol just for this very problem.  But, seriously, they have the ability to give us powers, but yet can't make a pill that takes away all headaches. The logic in that. The logic.

However, the best part about having powers is the spying. I can spy on almost anyone. Forget stealing secrets, I can steal almost any confidential information spoken aloud. I can be the downfall of everything. They are just too dumb to put in power cancelling walls. I don't know if they have such a thing, but if they can give us powers, can they take them away?

'Samuel?' I hear a voice in my head ask. I give off a quick smirk before answering.

'Yes?" I think in my head.

'Oh, good. You're there!'

'How can I not be? It's my head, Anilia,' I think. She considers her telepathy to be like an endless phone call. Which is weird at times, but having magical powers is way weirder.

'Oh, yah. I keep forgetting about that.' I reach out my ears as can hear a soft giggle coming from one of the cells, I assume would be Anilia's.

'You know what? I don't think I have ever seen you before. You just started talking in my head one day. I have never even seen what you look like.'

'Sorry, no can do. I don't want to give my face away yet!'

'You know what I look like tho,' I think, frustrated at her.

'Only because you think of yourself too much. From how our hair looks, to the itch on your right shoulder. Maybe it was that red splotch on your face that you worried for a week about. You thought it was a pimple that whole time.'

How did she know so much about me? Stalker! I wish she would, would, would-

'Would what? You jerk. I can read your mind, you dumbass. No need to tell me things I already know.' With her saying that, I felt her presence leave my mind. Thank god.

          'I can still hear you, you know?'  Anilia snaps in my mind.

          'Just leave me alone!'

          'Geeze, okay, okay. No need for the rudeness. I was just leaving.'

          'Clearly not if you read that last part!'  I yell in my head, but it's too late because Anilia is all ready gone.

With her away, I decide to steal glances on the battle. I feel the coldness in the air. Lillian. I feel no gush of wind, so Jack hasn't sped away with his power or can't. I hear the moans, coming from Jack. Then, I understand what Lillian is doing. Freezing the blood in his body.

I hear the caretakers yelling at Lillian to stop, but she doesn't. The temperature lowering again. That's when I feel it. The thousands of pricks of frozen blood peaking on the edge of his skin. They're like goosebumps but worse. They'll never be the same.

The caretakers slump to the ground, clearly frozen. A women enters the hall, feet stomping with each step. I hear a click, probably from a gun.

Lillian takes a step back, but is too late when the metal bullet enters Lillian's leg. Warmth spreads all over her body's with what I would guess to be drugs. Lillian closes her eyes, sedated.

The guard utters some colorful words under her breath before picking up the child, slinging her over her shoulder. Two minutes later, I hear a body being thrown into a room a little away from mine, about six rooms maybe. Five seconds after that, another body is thrown into a room, maybe thirteen down from mine.

Then, I feel the heat rising, only in Jack's room; but with my heightened senses, I feel it, too. Jack wakes up three hours later, feeling better. Probably curious about all the little scars littering his once perfect skin.

I get called down for my battle, against Anilia. Why?! Why?! I don't want to explain the shared profanities and language. Or the weak battle we shared. I ended up winning, but at the cost of a lot of blood loss.

Since our power both suck in the fighting category, we both used swords and worked on our swordsmanship skills. I clearly won because I took fencing classes for four years, ending up at the top of my class each year. I would have done it for longer; but they captured me, taking me away from that once amazing life just to be stuck here. Fun.

My caretaker walks me down the halls, harshly shoving me forward. Let's add bruises to the list of injuries I have endured. The metal walls out here are not the same metal walls in my room. It's a lot more rougher, tougher material out here. Passing by one room, I see that the metal walls are line with plasma. Probably Jess's room. Her power and all.

My caretaker pushes me forward as I walk towards my cell. I am starting to notice that all the caretakers and military soldiers are in such a rush to get everything done. Little do they know, we have so much time on our hands, we want most things to last longer. A bit more time outside of our cells.

          As we reach my cell I notice something about my cell door.  I see a couple of words lining the roof of the doorframe. Something like: 'The Light of Tomorrow' in big bold letters. Or something like that.

         I have no clue the exact words, but I was just wondering: why is there a sentence/phrase labeling me?  Why do I have to be so special?  Am I the only one?

          I promised to myself that when the battles came around tomorrow, I would look about all the doors to see if I'm not the only one. I wonder if they mean anything. I wish I knew.

          I mean, I need to find something to do for the next fifteen hours; why can't it be that?