• Chapter 1
    Fulfilled

    “No!! Let her go! Give her back to me!” Alana, my caretaker, screamed as two men took me away. With the powers I have, I knew that this day was coming soon. I just hadn't expected it to come this soon. My power to glimpse into the future had told me that these men would come to get me some day.
    I had willingly walked with them to their van, knowing better than to start a quarrel with them.
    “Hey kid.” The guy in the passenger seat turned around.
    “Yes?” I kept my eyes on him; making sure my expression was straight.
    “What's your name?” He said while looking at a clipboard.
    “Cecile.” I felt no need to lie.
    “You don't have a last name?” A look of frustration came across his face.
    “Trale.”
    “And how old are you?” He asked as he wrote something down on his clipboard.
    “I'm 8.” As stupid as his questions were, I knew not cooperating would be a very stupid thing to do. “Why are you asking me these questions?” Instead of answering, he turned around in his seat and ignored me. Adults these days.
    The ride wasn't long at all; they had driven me to a newly opened laboratory that I pass sometimes with Alana on trips to the park. When I walked through the front door, I was greeted by smiles and slight nods from everyone who passed while I was walked to, I assume, what was going to be my room. Adults, being as inept as they are, gossiped about me as loud as they would when they talk about the weather.
    The men led me to a room labeled “Alpha A1”, inside was what you would expect every girl in the world to want their room to look like. Pink. I cringed a little as they led me to a stool in the shape of a flower; I sat down.
    “Miss Trale, do you understand why you're here?” The guy who was the driver asked me. He was a pretty short and on the fat side.
    “Well no, not really. I'm just waiting for you to explain.” Just because I knew they were going to take me away doesn't mean that I knew why.
    “At Hypernatural Incorporated, we find bright, young kids like you to help us out with long term projects. We'd like you to be one of those kids.” He spoke to me like I was one of those stupid, stuck up 8 year olds at my school; not like the 'bright, young kids' he was talking about.
    “And what do you want me to help you with?” I gave him a stern look that told him I wasn't the type of kid to be messed with. He let out a chuckle.
    “Look here, Mike, we have a little toughie here,” he pinched my cheek while looking at the man behind him,” You see, we're inventing new medicine that's supposed to make everyone stronger. We picked you because you're very, very healthy and quite strong too.” Something in his voice told me that he was talking about my ability to see into the future.
    “What kind of medicine is it?” I didn't change my expression. This kind of guy isn't going to get his way with me.
    “It's a type of medicine that's supposed to enhance your mind and body, thus making it stronger. But, a little girl like you doesn't need to know the details. So what do you say? Would you like to help us?” The man's voice was sinister.
    “No, I would like to go back home to Alana.”
    “I'm sorry,” he looked at his clipboard,” Cecile, but you can't go back home to Alana. She can always come visit you, though.”
    “Why can't I see Alana?! You brought me here for your reasons and I would like to see Alana.” I felt a temper tantrum work its way through my body but I kept control.
    “Honey, you can't go back outside. That's just how it is with this building. It's built to keep certain people in.”
    “So why did you ask me if I wanted to help you?” I kept a straight face. “Why did you do that when I didn't even have a choice?” I lost my cool and screamed.
    “Listen, Cecile, you look like a very understanding girl,” he placed his hand on my back,” It was just easier for us if you just agreed to do it. We didn't want to force you.” I shook his hand off of me.
    “Leave me alone.” He stood there looking down at me and turned around while gesturing everyone else to follow him out the door.
    “Very well, Cecile, if that's what you wish.” The door closed and I heard the metallic sliding of locks.