Sleep was painful. The quarters Renee was confined to for the night left her in more discomfort than she’d like. Honestly after regrowing everything she’d lost she only really wanted a nice soft bed to sit herself in for a while. Sleeping soreness around she couldn’t keep her eyes closed for too long. Images flashed before her retelling her time being locked below.
She remembered crawling her way out of the hell hole she was trapped in. The thought of her legs broken yet painfully sliding up steps forced her to sit in her bed and rub them. To her relief there was no needles or ants when she touched her legs. A minor click from the doorway outside of her cell caught her attention.
“Good Morning Ms. Turner.” Agent Mathew smiled.
“Where do a file a complaint?” Renee rubbed her back while pulling herself out of her bed. “Your service here sucks.”
“A comedian are we.” He frowned coming up to her barred room. “You seem much more alive than yesterday.”
“We going to continue our riveting conversation?” Her words were more than laced with sarcasm, the agent however; seemed to be unaffected by her tone.
“More or less.” Agent Mathew started before a couple officers came into the room to restrain her and walk the three back to the boring interrogation room.
Agent Mathew started by opening a file and examining it in front of her, “You’ve seem to have a series of misfortunes. You lost your mother and two of your brothers in a car accident, you’ve needed a series of adrenaline shots for a medical anomaly, and you’ve disappeared claiming you were kidnapped and tortured.”
“That’s a nail if I ever heard one.” Renee glanced up at him resting her arms openly on the table in front of her.
“The issue is, when examined you we saw no signs of torture. The strangest thing we found was that scarring on your right hand.” He pointed out sitting across from her, “Care to explain.”
She leaned in and lowered her voice, “He took my hand off and kept it with him.”
“Him?” Agent Mathews voiced perked a moment, “This is the first I’ve heard a ‘him’ from you...and your hand was removed then what? Reattached?”
The disheveled redhead exhaled a moment before leaning back in her chair relaxed, “You’ve got a Hybreos that can read minds on your side. Who's to say there isn’t something wrong with me too?”
There was a pause of deep silence in the room. Renee refused to take her eyes off of Agent Mathew who seemed unamused by her inquiry.
“You’ll probably ask me to elaborate before anything wild happens...How bout we make a deal?”
“A deal?” His head shifted a bit to show interest, Renee saw through his acting by this point though.
“I can take you to where I was held, show you around the place, really let you take in the scenery...then you can figure out what’s wrong with me.” Her expression didn’t change while she proposed the deal, “I’m probably a Hybreos too I just...I don’t know.”
There was silence once more before he nodded, “I’ll go see if that’s something we can arrange.” He stood, collected his items and left her in the room.
In the observation room Agent Riley stood with another much older and seemingly tired male. He was finely dressed much like the two other Agents assigned to visit this case. Riley’s arms were crossed and he was intently staring at the girl making no effort to show signs of nervousness.
“Frank she’s the calmest teenager I’ve ever met.” Riley turned to him and chuckled, “This was supposed to be the most hormonal stage.”
Frank stood not shifting focus from her, “Something is off with this.” Riley paused a moment to look at the girl then his co-worker. “We’ve dealt with Hybreos for years, there is no if or what's when you know you are one. How would she not know what kind of an ability she has?”
“That is a little weird.” Riley rubbed his chin, “What were her adrenaline shots for anyway? The medical records only really said it was a experimental fix for her heart that her father signed off on. What kind of heart condition requires twice the normal dosage of Adrenalin than the body can handle?”
“We’re bringing in the doctor...and her father.” The older male looked at Riley, “I have a feeling they were hiding it from her to begin with.”
Renee sat quietly in her seat waiting for someone to come back in and ask more questions or just take her back to her oh-so-cozy cell. She could feel herself tensing up and began tapping her feet to keep her legs moving. She took shorter and sharper breathes, a trick she learned while being tightly bound to a wheelchair. Movement kept her from freezing up, with the last few days being very high strung for her she didn’t need much of a shot to keep her going. This was getting dangerous though. Unless she raised her own heart rate her body was going to shut down, then she’d really look dead. Someone must have taken notice behind the glass because Agent Mathew returned.
“I had a chat.” He looked at her a bit concerned, “Are you alright?”
“Remember what that report said about Adrenalin.” She panted, “If I don’t get one soon you’re about to find out why I get them.” Mathew seemed to understand before disappearing again.
She was confident he wasn’t going to make it back in time so she had to quickly problem solve, the room was barren but luckily her hands were still cuffed together. If a shot wasn’t going to be enough then for sure quick and sharp pain would be. Chances are she’d heal up before anything bad occurred.
Just as she was about to yank at her cuffs the door opened again. Her gaze shifted to the sudden reentry and her heart dropped. Just a couple feet from her stood her worried and shaken up father. She inhaled sharply. There was no need for her to worry about freezing up now, her heart had taken off. She broke out in a short cold sweat as he was guided to the seat across from her in silence. The two never broke eye contact during his wade, Riley stood behind him whispering something in her father’s ear before standing upright.
“Renee.” His lip quivered barely speaking his daughters name. He looked horrible. Her father was several shades grayer to Renee, his eyes sunken and his poor skin more wrinkled now than she ever remembered him with. The button up shirt he was wearing was clearly missing a button and in need for repair, she didn’t focus much on that she just wanted to take in the details of her father’s face.
“Dad…” She choked, her emotionless face from just a few minutes before was painted with sorrow. She hadn’t seen her father in nearly a year and had finally come with the terms that she’d probably never see him again. All that personal conditioning just blew away and she had nothing but an ache left in her chest.
“We…” He cleared his throat, he was trying his hardest not to cry in front of his baby girl. “We thought we lost you.”
“Mr. Turner.” Riley placed his hand on her father’s back, he cleared his throat.
“They say you killed those people but I don’t think you did darlin'.” He reached for her hands on the table only for her to draw them away from him. He was shocked.
“Dad I did....a terrible thing.” Renee cleared her own throat but couldn’t help the tears, “But I want to make it right.”
“Baby girl just...What did you do?” The old sad looking man urged his daughter to speak, “Please I just want you to come home.”
“I…” she looked away, “I killed someone.” She covered her face with her hands, “I blew up a house, he kept me locked up I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Who? Dear who kept you locked up?”
“That fucking nurse.” It took a moment of silence before her father’s eyes widened. He knew exactly who she was talking about.
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