My eyelids raise hesitantly to reveal complete whiteness, making the pounding in the back of my head worst. Groaning, I squeeze them shut. I don't even have time to question my whereabouts when the memory of it all comes flooding back. The date. The sky. The bat. Blake. I guess that's what I get for trusting someone I just met.

I'm lying down on a considerably comfortable mattress, making it obvious that Blake has had the time to move me from his car and to somewhere new, somewhere likely that will make it nearly impossible for anyone to find me again. A fluffy blanket covers my neck all the way past my toes, keeping me warm. Under my head is a pillow, cushioning my aching head. I roll over, pulling the blanket over my head and groan once again, mostly from the pain but partialy from the situation I've gotten myself into. Yet, the terms in which I'm being treated, with a suitable bed, it makes me unsure ad to whether or not I'm in full danger, or if there's another part to my capture.

"Stacy, are you awake?" a voice whispers from my right. I recognize the voice, and I suspect that it belongs to Blake, so I don't reply. The person sighs, and I hear them shift around, making me think they're sitting. A shoot of pain in the back of my head makes me want to whimper, but I stifle it. The spot throbs. 'My headache won't be going away anytime soon,' I think, turning in the bed.

'So you are awake.' The person sitting beside me definitely is Blake. I couldn't feel it because of the present pain, but he's listening in on my thoughts. Ever so slowly, I peel open my eyes, scrunching them from the overwhelming brightness of white around me. Sure enough, Blake sits cross legged on a padded white bench that hangs nailed to a padded white wall. He's changed from his date outfit and is now wearing jeans and his black hoodie that he wore the day I met him. Shame and sadness glaze his eyes, almost like he feels bad for what he did to me. Yet, I know he couldn't feel bad otherwise he wouldn't have done it.

'What do you want with me?' I interrogate, Blake's presence still in my head.

'Well obviously I haven't been completely honest with you.'

'Oh, really? I couldn't tell. I wouldn't be surprised if you told me your real name wasn't Blake.'

'Let's start with the beginning. Yes, my real name is Blake, and yes, I am telepathic. That wasn't a lie. In fact, I never really told any lies. My real purpose for coming to your school was to find people like you. You see, my parents work for the American government in a scientific division. This division is responsible for researching human alterations and mutations. You probably haven't heard of them though. They try to keep their work secret so that other agencies can't find out and steal their work, but that part isn't as important. The point is, when they found out I was special, as they put it in my case, they jumped at the new opportunity and started a new study for the altercations of my mind.'

My headache ebbing, I get out from underneath the covers and lean against the wall beside my bed. I become slightly dizzy, but the affects don't last for more then five seconds. 'And this has to do with the position I'm in because...' I gesture to the room, which I now see is quite small, no more then four to six feet across on each wall.

The room is covered in completely white padding, like the type the media uses to portray the containment cells of white jackets in mental asylums. Although I'm not tied up in a straight jacket, the room gives me a sense of confinement and captivity. The back wall holds a toilet and sink, the only other furnishings being the bench Blake sits on and my bed, which, similarly to the bench, is hung from the wall. Beside Blake looks like a pile of folded clothes, likely an extra set of clothes for me, from my possible other kidnappers.

'I'm getting to it.' Blake urges. 'They spent years looking for another test subject for their experiments, but with no outcome.

'Seven years after the program began, my parents quit working on it, suggesting that the experiments were too much for me, as well as the fact that they lost majority of their control over it. They tried to take me out of the expirement, but since I was the only subject and the fact that the government technically owned me now, they had to leave me while they went on to a new project at some other lab. I haven't seen them since.' Blake pauses and sniffs. I consider reaching out and comforting him, but decide against it. He's lucky I'm not attacking him right now for what he's done, let alone comfort him.

He resumes his speech. 'About two years ago, the government stopped funding for the experiment since they it was at a stand still. With no fresh meat to work on, nothing was moving. I finally thought I could be free, maybe start my life. But the head scientist on the project, Jacqueline Cohen, had other plans. She begged the government for a bit more time, to at least give a little bit of funding to find someone new to work on. They gave her enough money to basically road trip around America, looking for another telepathic to experiment with. Since Dr. Cohen had a life and a job, she offered me to go on her mission, telling me it would be a chance to explore the world. Not wanting to go, instead wanting to go live an actual life, she resorted to threatening me. Threats scary enough I don't want to repeat. So I went on a journey, looking for someone like me. And evidently, that someone is you.' He looks me in the eyes, his story over. I glance him over, unimpressed by his life story. I glare at him for a good minute, silence surrounding us. Yet, Blake stays in my head.

"Get out of my head!" I demand aloud. He mutters an apology, quickly ending the connection.

I don't know what to say to Blake. Rage has dispersed through me, my breathing heavy and my eyes holding back glossy tears. The center of my feeling churns in the form of a red hot ball. I try to calm myself, but with no success. Blake is starting to look very uncomfortable. "So what are you getting out of this deal with this J lady, whatever her name is?"

Blake slouches, his shoulders retracting towards each other. He mutters, "Freedom."

My breathing immediately picks up. "Your freedom for mine. I see." I let out a chuckle. A wave of fury rushes over me, strengthening the swirling ball of red. "Get out! Get out of my room!" I screech. Instict takes over, and I stretch out my hand and pull Blake up to ceiling with my telekinesis. I easily hold him there as he struggles to gain control. My anger fuels my power.

Blake starts yelling for help. I notice the door to my cell start to open, so I drag him down from the ceiling and force him out the door, which is shut quickly after so I can't escape. I slowly come to realize my reality, and that strong ball of fire shrivels and is replaced by a blue, icy ball. I back up against the door of the room and slowly sink into a crouching position, balling tears, wetting my face, yet, not making a sound. I stare forward, not at anything in particular. It's more of an empty look, a helpless look. Outside, I vaguely hear someone shouting.

"What are you talking about back to my room? I'm free now!" A voice I recognize as Blake argues.

"That's not what Dr. Cohen told me." A new voice, much more gruff and strict tells this to Blake.

"No, stop! No!" I hear Blakes voice get quieter as I assume he's being dragged to a cell similar to mine.

'If Blake is my lab buddy,' I smirk, 'then he's gonna have more then a hard time,' I think. My laugh clears my tears, as I have found motivation; revenge.

Author's Note:
Hi readers! Sorry it took me a bit to get this chapter out, especially after the cliffhanger I left you on last chapter. I'm also sorry if this was sort of a boring, dialogue chapter. I needed a way to get the reasoning across and I thought this was a good way. I hope you're still enjoying how the plot is moving though. No promises I can get the next chapter out right away (cause I have the best creativity flow at 1-3 am), but it will come out as soon as possible. The timing of spring break just worked out well for time to write. Anyways, I won't bore you with my talking any longer. Happy Easter if you celebrate it, and happy spring if you dont!
-Shimmer (btw, thinking of changing my pen-name to an actual humans name XD. Thoughts?)