I squint my eyes as a bright light overwhelms me. I close my eyes again, squeezing my eyelids shut in hopes that when I open them again, the white will be less overwhelming. When I open my eyes again, I'm able to keep them open and realize that I'm in a room that is all white. Everything from the floor to the walls, to the furniture, is decked in the same neon white color. 

"Hello?" I call out through the room. 

I realize that I'm not able to see the door to the room. I don't know if it is in the ceiling or if the door is just hidden in the wall, but whoever put me in this room didn't want me to get out. I try to get out of the bed that I'm laying in when a sharp pain overcomes my arm. For the first time I analyze myself and not the room, and notice that I'm hooked up to multiple machines. 

"What the hell is this?" 

I begin to attempt to take the needles out of my arm when the sound of rushing air fills the room and the once all-white room is changed. Sitting before the bed I'm in is a black television screen. Before I have time to react, the black screen switches on, and I'm staring at the back of an office chair. 

"I suppose you're having many questions as to what is happening," says an oddly familiar voice. I tilt my head to the side in an attempt to remember where I've heard this voice before, but it's not ringing any bells. Whatever they gassed us with back in the bunker-

"Where is everyone!" I scream.

"In time, Ms. Clarke," says the screen. 

How does he know my name?

"First we need to discuss a few things. You see, before you and your friends went on a killing spree, this was a very cut and dry kind of situation. I was going to take you guys into my laboratory, and we would change the world together, but because of the murders in the bunker, most of which are caused by you-"

"You mean the bunker where our friend was brutally murdered? The one where I had to watch a good friend die because your men are trigger happy?" 

There's a silence that fills the room in an uncomfortable way. I don't know if it's because I stumped him, or if he really feels for the death of Emma, but this man is definitely someone that we know. I just can't put my finger on it. 

"Yes, the death of Ms. Davis was an unfortunate mishap," says the man behind the chair. "I'm very sorry that after how much you've lost this year my men had to add more to the list," 

The chair turns and staring before me is Dr. Winthrop. His eyes look sunken in, and his face hollowed out, but that charming white smile that I saw during our therapy sessions in Camp Pinecove are unmistakable. He looks apologetic as I stare at his face in disbelief. 

"I know this might be very overwhelming-"

"We trusted you!" I scream. I rip the needles out of my arm, and all of the machines flatline with nothing to read anymore. "You sat there and listened to all of our problems! I opened up to you after I told myself I wasn't going to! Because of you-"

"I had nothing to do with you getting blasted with radiation, Rosalie," he says cutting me off. "If you would quiet down, I will explain what was supposed to happen, and what actually happened!" 

His tone is harsh, the once charming smile he had on his face is null and void as he stares at me with an intense expression. He clears his throat and looks down at his desk. He begins to organize the papers without really moving anything around. "I'm sorry, I lost my temper," he says.

I sit down on the bed and wait for him to start talking when the wall next to the screen opens up and a female nurse rushes into the room. She quickly grabs ahold of my arm that I know realize is bleeding and begins to doctor the wounds. "You really should have waited," she whispers to me as she dabs away the blood.

I ignore her and look at multiple little screens appear on the corner of the television screen where Dr. Winthrop is. "Now, is everyone awake and ready to talk?" 

"What the actual fuck?" asks Charlie staring wide-eyed at his camera. "Dr. Winthrop? What are you doing here? Did you save us from the-"

"Charlie, I don't think he saved us at all," says Jonas cutting him off. "I think he's responsible for everything that happened," 

The look of betrayal on each of my friend's faces allows me to know they are just as hurt as I am that the man who had such a positive outlook and helpful demeanor turned on us. "Now, if you'd allow me to talk," says Dr. Winthrop to us. "I would love to explain what happened," 

"I've been tracking the meteorite that struck the camp since my company found the first one a year and a half ago. At first, it was just out of scientific interest. something comes from the sky, you want to know what it is," he says as if this is a totally normal situation and we aren't being held in a room without doors or windows against our will. 

"When we found out the impact that it had on human DNA we were surprised. We didn't think to take precaution when extracting the first rock. We've seen plenty of meteorites before, we've extracted plenty of space objects, and none of them ever shot radiation at us," he says. "When the four men that initially went down into the hole to get the rock, you can imagine our surprise when one of them sneezed and shot up into the air," he says. "We thought we discovered live superheroes,"

He leaned forward onto his desk as he was talking about the rock. His expression reminds me of a child who woke up a little too early on Christmas morning, and their parents told them not to wake them up before eight. "But like any scientific discovery, things seemed to have a learning curve," says the doctor sadly. "We watched as the men slowly started to decompose before our eyes. It started off small, things like random nose bleeds, and fevers started happening to the men, but then it got much worse," he says with a frown.

"What does this have to do with us?" asks Rachel annoyed. 

"I'm trying to get there if you'd stop," says Dr. Winthrop. "Their bodies, when tested for radiation, was off the charts. To put in simple terms for you all, their bodies started rejecting itself. Cells were fighting cells, some were even mutating. Well, mutating past the point of their powers starting. It was a very painful thing to watch," says Dr. Winthrop with a frown.

"Yeah, I imagine going through it was much worse," says Gonzalo. 

"I'm sure it was," says Dr. Winthrop. "Anyway," he says completely disregarding the last comment he just made. "I didn't want to just sit back and let this scientific discovery go to waste. I had to do something that made their deaths worth something. I owed it to the world to help create something more beautiful than before!" he says. "I began studying their body and came up with a theory. Maybe, the meteor radiation killed them due to age. Their body couldn't handle it after the years of wear and tear. How could it affect teenagers?" he says.

"I initially planned for Pinecove to be a place to send criminals who needed their life turned around. I wanted to give them a purpose. I wanted them to understand that there was more to life than the reality of what they've allowed themselves to live. But I couldn't get the justice system behind me, unfortunately, and so I needed a replacement. Cue you kids coming into play,"

"You knew the meteor was going to hit?" asks Rachel stunned from her room. "You knew something was going to happen and you still allowed us to stay at the camp?" Her fire that she normally hides behind is replaced with a hurt in her voice that is unlike anything I've heard from her. She feels truly betrayed. 

"I thought I moved you kids away from the initial impact," he says sadly. "We had a gross miscalculation on not only the trajectory and where the meteor was going to land, but also the size of the rock and the devastation it would have caused on the camp. You can thank Mike for that one," he says bitterly. "The initial plan was to allow you kids to ingest the material through food throughout the summer. However, when the rock hit and you kids sprung into action, I knew that we would, unfortunately, have to alter our plan," he says continuing. 

"I hired the services of Mr. Campbell because unfortunately with your powers, and me seeing first hand your abilities and what you could do, I needed some reinforcement. You kids proved resourceful. Poor Rita was working overtime in order to come up with combats against your powers. The ones that proved tricky were Rachel's and Jonas'. You two have pretty amazing gifts that the workarounds were hard to come up with," he says intrigued. "I am just glad that at the end of the day we are all back here now and we can put together a plan of action. Together, kids, we are going to change the world," 

It is only now, staring at the face of my captor and my friends, that I realize the gravity of the situation we are currently in. Staring at the four blank walls of the room with no way out, I am forced to acknowledge that I have become a prisoner. There is no way out of this situation by the looks of it. 

"There is another meteor that is scheduled to land in New York later this week," says Dr. Winthrop. "We have been chipping away at it via missiles so it doesn't hurt the world too badly upon landing. After it lands in such a populated area, we will have more of you to add to the ranks. For now, you can just sit tight. Later on today or tomorrow we will allow a recreation time in the gym. Don't get any ideas though," he says with a smirk. "Your powers won't work in this facility. We have put many fail-safes to ensure that. For now, just sit tight. We will have friends for you shortly," He clicks off the screen and the wall begins to close again. The neon white walls are once again all I see surrounding me.

For the first time in my life, I've come to the scary realization that not all monsters are scary with sharp teeth living under your bed. Some are disguised as friends, people that want to help, and get our secrets to use against us. Those are the scariest of all. No amount of scary movies, fictional beast, or bad guy can ever take the fear that I just felt run through my body listening to his words and cause me to shiver more. 

I lean back in my bed and resist the urge to cry when the walls begin to part again. A single white door with a window is revealed to my room. Standing behind the door is a woman. She has tan skin and dark hair. Her sharp cheekbones look like they could cut me if they brushed against my arm, and she exudes an intensity that I've never seen before. 

"Who are you?" I ask her. "Where am I?" 

She holds up a single finger to her lips indicating for me to stop talking and ducks towards the bottom of the door. A piece of paper slides underneath into my room, and before I have time to even get off my bed she disappears from the door and the wall begins to close again. I run over to the floor and grab the paper. I open it up to a scribbled note. 

Not everyone in a lab coat is your enemy. When I cue the signal, and you'll know what it is, you and your friends book it out of here.

The note is not signed, and there is no indicator as to who the woman who left it is. What is going on? Is this a test? Can I trust this woman or is this just some game that Dr. Winthrop is playing with us. 

"Well Rosalie," I whisper to myself. "It isn't exactly like you have a lot of options being stuck in a doorless room,"