I begin to stir, feeling groggy, my head hurting. I dig my manicured nails into the gravel and open my eyes slowly. 

Gravel?

As my eyes adjust I can see nothing but deep gray gravel, bugs, and women's legs. I start to shift my gaze up, horrified at the sight. A handful of the women at the ball are handcuffed and chained to the concrete wall. Everyone still has their gowns on, even me. I look at myself. Heavy chains are surrounding me. I tug at them a little bit, but the weight is too much for me to even try. Internally, Im screaming. Externally, Im surveying the situation. Dont want to draw attention to myself, who knows who could be listening. A memory comes flooding back in, hitting me hard like a basketball to the face.

You have been chosen.

My eyes get wide. This is what we have been chosen for?? I look around the room and way in the back corner I see my Mother. I want to yell to her, but it wont do anything. Even if she hears me, it may be bad for both of us. I put my head down and a bright light smacks me in the face. I close my eyes. I hear a few men whispering.

"Roberts, Robinson, Smith... thats it." One man says to the other.

They walk, with a purpose, over to me. They unchain my legs and grab onto them firmly. I guess that keeps us from kicking them. Im too dizzy to fight. They unchain my hands and the other man grabs my hands. They decide, since Im so small, to carry me through the bright doors. They slam the door behind them and I look back, willing my mother to come with me. I can barely focus my vision as they are walking me down this hallway to this bolted door. No please dont take me there! They knock three times and the door unlatches itself. They both push it open, it must be heavy, and they close it behind them. There is a sepia lighting to this room which is making me wanna puke. They sit me in this reclining chair and strap me in. If only I had some fight in me. I couldnt get that door open even if I tried my best.

I look to my left and there is a person sitting in a chair next to me. I cant make out any facial features except her eyes. I think it's a woman. She is so covered up you cant really tell. 

"Dont be afraid." She says in a whisper.

It is a woman. I see her pull out what looks like a needle.

"This may hurt... a little." She says cynically.

She shoots the needle in my neck and I almost scream, my voice going hoarse in the process. She takes the needle out and wipes my neck gently. She lays me back and I hear her clicking away on her computer. Before my eyes roll to the back of my head, I see a monitor pop up in front of me. As my eyes close firmly shut, I see a burst of light and colors. Not like the usual spurts of color you see as you are drifting off to sleep, but it is as if my mind is being overworked. I cant open my eyes, but I am tossing back and forth, trying to escape from the neuro-void my mind is experiencing. Just when I think Im gonna have a stroke, I am free.

I open my eyes and see nothing but grass around me. I stand up, brushing off my shorts and tank top, and walks over to my favorite tree. I sit underneath it, a book resting by the trunk, and I begin to read. I cant comprehend what Im reading, I dont know why, these dont even look like letters...

"Angel! Come inside! It's getting dark."

Suddenly, it is getting dark. Odd.

I walk to my house and lock the door behind me. Mom hugs me tight. 

"How was your reading?" She asks.

"It was fine. I couldnt really understand it, but it was alright."

"Well what three year old is gonna understand a big book like that?" She says, almost in a baby voice.

I frown. Three year old?

I look down at myself and Im closer to the ground than I am to my Mother. 

"Mommy." My voice is that of a baby's.

This is weird. I have the body of a three year old, but the mind of a 21 year old. Im freaking out so I just start crying.

"I know you're hungry baby! The food is almost done."

She picks me up and carries me into the kitchen. Everything is colorful like it was when I was a child. 

"Is the food ready?" She asks someone, I cant see too well.

She sits me in my booster seat at the table.

"Im fixing the plates now." I hear a familiar voice from the back of the kitchen.

Mom goes in the back of the kitchen and emerges with....

"Daddy!" I yell out. I reach my arms out and he smiles, setting the plate in front of me.

"How's my little princess? Give Daddy a kiss." He says in his own baby voice. I reach for his dark features, yearning to touch him one last time, and tell him how much I love him.

I lean in to grab him and I almost fall out of the chair. I look up and there is darkness all around me. The table has disappeared, my house, my Mother, my father. It is just me strapped in my booster seat, surrounded by the darkness and void. I start struggling to unhook myself from the confines of my booster seat and suddenly, Im awake. 

I breathe heavily as I have jolted myself awake. The sepia lighting fills the room and I start yanking at the straps around me, trying my best to get myself out of the seat, not caring who is around.

"I need some help in here!" The lady yells. 

I kick her in the arm violently and the door is shoved open. I am still struggling as I have pulled one strap off. Two guys try holding me down and a third one walks up, unstrapping me.

"You got a little fight in you, eh?" He says, his breath reeking of onions.

I kick him in the shin and he growls angrily. I feel a blow to the back of the head and I almost pass out, but not quite. My body goes limp and the three men carry me out of the room and into the brightness. I breathe deeply as they turn a corner, heading away from the dungeon my Mother is still locked in. They kick a door open and my vision is blurry as they set me down on the ground. I can barely sit up on my knees. 

"Ahh!" I scream as I feel icy cold water run down my face, hair, and body. I shiver uncontrollably and one of the men laugh.

"She's a cute thing, eh?" One of the men say to the other two.

I feel a hand creeping up my dress in my frozen state and then, it is gone. I have a sigh from relief.

"We aint here for that. Take her to the Great Room." The other man says, disgusted.

They pick me up, now fully awake, and carry me through a door into what they have called the "Great Room". They set me down on the ground. I am still weak from the punch to the head and I can barely lift my head. My hair is partially covering my face as I look around the room. A lot of people from the ball are sitting around this square in the middle of the room. The room is bright white. Not a stain anywhere in sight. The only color comes from our gowns and tuxes. This room has mixed genders. My neck gets tired and I drop my head.

A clicking sound fills the room, clogging my ears. I lift my head slightly and a woman in a blue suit walks in the middle of the square and looks at all of us, smiling.

The woman from my dreams. One of the Winchesters.

Dark hair, cut shoulder length, dark evil eyes, bright cherry red lips and a porcelain smile to match.

"You are the chosen. You all have a very important job to do for yourself, your government, your nation, your whole world." Her sinister voice rings through the room.

I hear ruckus as they place another person beside me. I tilt my head to look at the person.

Mom.

She isnt looking up either.

"The way your life is shaped, depends on the choices you make. The choices you make can impact millions. Choose wisely." She finishes.

She turns, but stops as another door opens. I turn my head slightly, seeing three other men dragging a man into the room. I gently shake my hair out of my face and become wide eyed.

Roman.

They toss him on the ground and he sits up on his knees, head down like the rest of us, his hair dripping wet. Maybe he got water thrown on him too. I know if I resisted, he had to. The woman walks over to Roman, not leaving the inside of the square.

"Gluttony, Adultery, Envy, Vanity, Lust..."

She reaches over and grabs Roman at his nape and tilts his head back.

"Resistance. These are the sins that we will wipe from you. You are the chosen ones to mold this world into a better place and we will mold you into better people. By any.. means.. necessary." She says, her voice booming throughout the room. She releases her grip on him and his head drops. She looks around.

"Exhibit A." She yells.

She motions for the three men to come back over. She steps outside of the square and the men drag Roman into the square, quickly getting out themselves. She looks behind us to someone up high and puts up one finger. Fire shoots up the sides of the square and we all jump back. Roman starts screaming and she puts her finger down. The fire subsides and the men throw a bucket of water on him, just in case he was set on fire.

I could almost cry.

"Inside of the square, you are a rebel, you are a terrorist, you are a traitor that deserves all of the punishment that you will surely get, but outside of the square, you are a hero, you are a legend, you are going to be the person that people look up to and write about in books."

I look at Roman who is shivering, his hair and tuxedo have been singed slightly. I dont think he got burned that bad, because the fire only surrounded the square, but Im sure it hurt like hell. His eyes are red, draining the bronze color from his iris. His mouth is set in a thin line and he just looks... angry. Not like a normal angry, but, a kind of rage Ive never seen before. He looks like a caged animal, ready to strike at any moment.

"Dont be a rebel children. Stay in your place, and everything will be alright."

She nods to the men and they retrieve Roman from the square, seating him where he just was and walking to the door to guard. The woman walks through the door on the far left, being escorted by two men. A tall man walks back through the doors, looking similar to the woman and taps his kane on the ground, getting our attention. I turn my gaze back to Roman, who hasnt moved or changed his facial expression since he was burned. 

"It is now time to shed your individual layers and become one for the Revolution. Resist, and there will be consquences." He says smiling and waving his finger. He is definitely crazier than the other woman.

The men start walking over to us and Roman lifts his head slowly, tilting it towards me, until he meets my gaze. His red eyes bore into mine as his expression softens slightly. I am lifted from my seated position by one of the men, but I am still staring at Roman. And he is still staring at me. The door closes, blocking my view of Roman, and the men carry me into a dark room. The lights come up and it is just as white as that Great Room. Three white walls with a small bed, a small dresser, and a toilet. It looks like a cube.

"You'll be staying here Missy. Get comfortable." The man says smiling.

All of the men have on white sci-fi looking suits on and a belt with weapons. They exit the room through an invisible door and lock it. I know because I tried to push it open. Nothing.

The fourth wall of the room looks like it's covered with some kind of large curtain. I look on my bed and there is a white long sleeved shirt, and white pants. A pair of white shoes are underneath my bed. I strip out of my gown and put on the shirt and pants, kicking off my expensive heels. I lay the gown on the ground and stare at it. I look at the fourth wall again. Something is really odd about it. it's not white at all. It doesnt look like it has a color besides the curtain hanging behind it. I touch it. 

Glass.

Suddenly, the curtain is pulled open and my eyes get wide when there is another person in a cube across from me staring at me. Windows. The fourth wall is a window. The woman across from me starts banging on the window and in turn, that starts a lot of other people down the section to bang on their windows. The banging noises intensify as guards come into people's room to calm them down. I slowly back away from the window, covering my ears. I cant take the noise! I hear cries of pain and terror and I hit the back wall, no longer able to back away. I slide down the wall, curling up in a ball and covering my ears.

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