“The ‘V’-Team”

My name is Valerie Major and I’m deadly, VERY deadly. It wasn’t until I escaped the facility did I realize how much...

I had snuck out one night: from the clean, sanitary, and boring room that the people—who wore white coats—had placed me in. Thankfully, my room at least had a window and using my powers, I was able to “melt” my way through the glass. Once outside, I crawled behind the hedges that decorated the yard and reached the fence without a single lighit shining or a siren blaring through the silence. After placing a hand on the interlinked metal, it sizzled and burned away a hole big enough for me to crawl through. Crawling carefully, so as not to catch any part of my white clothes on the sharp ends of the melted fence, I made it through and reached the other side: the “human” side...

Getting as far away from the compound as I could, I ran towards a dark and empty-looking space behind a few buildings. Were they called stores? I couldn’t really remember, the white-coats didn’t try to teach us about the outside world. Only about the compound and about our powers, or “gifts”, they called them. More like a curse, I thought, before realizing that it was my so-called “gift” that helped me escape. I laughed at the irony as I found a nice quiet corner behind what looked to be a bakery—or a place that smelt like freshly baked bread. It smelt so good, making me hungry, but I told myself that I’d eat later. First, I had to find a safe place to hide...

Finding a sturdy-looking box made of cardboard, I crawled inside and curled into the fetal-position before drifing off to sleep. It wasn’t until morning did something wake me up: a cute little animal with pointed ears, a long-fluffy tail and what looked like a mask on its face. “Hello.” I said, reaching out to pet it.

The creature flinched at my movement, hissed then bit my hand. I tried to release its grip on me, but I had no need to worry: it soon died and let go altogether. Yep, my “gift” was doing such a good job at keeping me alive...

Leaving the dead animal, I left the alley and walked around the town a bit. There were many stores: some with jewelry, clothes, or others with various kinds of food. Stopping in front of one such store, I stared through the glass at a couple eating what appeared to be some kind of pasta: Alfredo maybe? Walking in, still staring at them, I head over to their table.

“Excuse me.” I say, my voice coming out in a nice soprano befit for a child of fourteen.