first was the fact that my leg was mutilated so badly it hardly looked like it could belong to a human and the second was that the pain wasn’t as bad as it should be. The hole was the size of my fist, at least the visible wound. The skin was pealed back, exposing the muscle underneath. But there was no blood pulsing out of it, as I would have expected. Instead, blood flowed over my muscles, as if there was no wound at all. Blood that had spilled earlier ran down my leg, At the center of the injury was my bone, poking out through my flesh. The grotesque image would be burned in my memory for a long time to come.
Curious . Hard to believe how my body is – genes differing from any other’s, so different, in fact, that I could be wounded and my body simply continued functioning around the wound. It was genetic, of course – my mother simply healed, as if by magic, and my father could suffer massive beating without shedding any blood. It made sense that my own body would be able to suffer gashes without pain or bleeding. If could be my strange mind completely overriding my pain receptors instead of giving in. My will is strong and my subconscious was even tougher.
June 15 th 3:48 pm
Dublin, Ireland. Ambrosine.
Soon enough, we were in the car park of Ambrosine in Dublin, the leading nucleic facility in the world – the only one that caters to criminals and the like. This place realizes something the rest of the galaxy needs to learn: those of us living under the radar pay for the best and will pay the most for it; anything to keep things confidential and quality.
“Rowan, help me out of here,” I said, attempting to sit up. When I did, the blood that was previously restrained came flooding out.
“We just got this reupholstered,” I mumbled stupidly at the tan leather under me. The pain still wasn’t hitting me, even though I could feel my tibia sticking through my skin and saw my femur slicing my flesh.
“Oh god. Kai! That’s really bad. Does it hurt?” Rowan asked.
“Not really. I swear – it’s really strange but it honestly doesn’t hurt that bad.” I decided not to shrug when I saw the bruises blossoming on my shoulders.
“Sure…” He replied, not giving up. Rowan pushed open the door, let Salah out, and looked me in the eyes.
“Once we’re done here, what are we doing?” He whispered, coming closer so Salah wouldn’t here.
“We’re training our new…accomplice. I’m going to teach him about will power, some-thing he obviously lacks – and something he crucially needs, as our will is our true weapon.” I smiled.
“Hold on.” Rowan grimaced as he lifted me out of my seat and into his arms – like in some lame romantic comedy, if we weren’t siblings, of course. I don’t even know why he grimaced for two reasons: he’s very, very strong, and second I’m only about one hundred and forty pounds – not that much for someone packed with muscle.
Rowan carries me to the inside of the facility – a great white building with matching interior – and sets me down before rushing to a desk.
“Kairee and Rowan Dunham. My sister needs to get in immediately!” Row tells the receptionist, a slender brunette wearing an atrocious pink suit.
“Dun…D-Dunham?” The woman was practically cowering behind her desk.
“Snap out of it!” Rowan yelled, “We need to get in. Now. ” He allowed the power to escape from behind his midnight eyes, virtually hypnotizing her.
“Alright…I…” the receptionist was gathering her wits and took a few seconds to recover, “I’ll go get Doctor McKinley.”
At the name of my favorite doctor, I perked up a bit. Doctor Hearthwood McKinley, originally from my home planet, was the best nucleic doctor in the galaxy, and also a personal friend of mine – a mentor, if you will – who helped with my mind training when I was younger. She’s the very reason my amazing mind can perform seemingly impossible deeds, like shutting doors without
Curious . Hard to believe how my body is – genes differing from any other’s, so different, in fact, that I could be wounded and my body simply continued functioning around the wound. It was genetic, of course – my mother simply healed, as if by magic, and my father could suffer massive beating without shedding any blood. It made sense that my own body would be able to suffer gashes without pain or bleeding. If could be my strange mind completely overriding my pain receptors instead of giving in. My will is strong and my subconscious was even tougher.
June 15 th 3:48 pm
Dublin, Ireland. Ambrosine.
Soon enough, we were in the car park of Ambrosine in Dublin, the leading nucleic facility in the world – the only one that caters to criminals and the like. This place realizes something the rest of the galaxy needs to learn: those of us living under the radar pay for the best and will pay the most for it; anything to keep things confidential and quality.
“Rowan, help me out of here,” I said, attempting to sit up. When I did, the blood that was previously restrained came flooding out.
“We just got this reupholstered,” I mumbled stupidly at the tan leather under me. The pain still wasn’t hitting me, even though I could feel my tibia sticking through my skin and saw my femur slicing my flesh.
“Oh god. Kai! That’s really bad. Does it hurt?” Rowan asked.
“Not really. I swear – it’s really strange but it honestly doesn’t hurt that bad.” I decided not to shrug when I saw the bruises blossoming on my shoulders.
“Sure…” He replied, not giving up. Rowan pushed open the door, let Salah out, and looked me in the eyes.
“Once we’re done here, what are we doing?” He whispered, coming closer so Salah wouldn’t here.
“We’re training our new…accomplice. I’m going to teach him about will power, some-thing he obviously lacks – and something he crucially needs, as our will is our true weapon.” I smiled.
“Hold on.” Rowan grimaced as he lifted me out of my seat and into his arms – like in some lame romantic comedy, if we weren’t siblings, of course. I don’t even know why he grimaced for two reasons: he’s very, very strong, and second I’m only about one hundred and forty pounds – not that much for someone packed with muscle.
Rowan carries me to the inside of the facility – a great white building with matching interior – and sets me down before rushing to a desk.
“Kairee and Rowan Dunham. My sister needs to get in immediately!” Row tells the receptionist, a slender brunette wearing an atrocious pink suit.
“Dun…D-Dunham?” The woman was practically cowering behind her desk.
“Snap out of it!” Rowan yelled, “We need to get in. Now. ” He allowed the power to escape from behind his midnight eyes, virtually hypnotizing her.
“Alright…I…” the receptionist was gathering her wits and took a few seconds to recover, “I’ll go get Doctor McKinley.”
At the name of my favorite doctor, I perked up a bit. Doctor Hearthwood McKinley, originally from my home planet, was the best nucleic doctor in the galaxy, and also a personal friend of mine – a mentor, if you will – who helped with my mind training when I was younger. She’s the very reason my amazing mind can perform seemingly impossible deeds, like shutting doors without
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