A girl, no more than sixteen, sat in a large white room. She was a mess with her ripped and bloodstained clothes, knotty auburn hair, and muddy skin. She'd been there for a while, maybe since the night before. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying.

"Prisoner 8213," someone said. She looked up, narrowing her eyes against the bright light. The someone was a young guard in a navy uniform. He looked frightened, like he was about to pass out. "The…the p-professor is r-r-ready for you." The girl stood and walked over to him. The guard backed away a little. "G-go in front of me." He pulled out a gun and pressed it into the small of her back.

The young man led her down a hallway that was as white, if not whiter, than the room she'd been in. There were other white doors on the sides of the hallway and one at the very end of it. The guard kept pushing harder with the barrel of his gun, trying to get her to move faster. He didn't want to be the one to do this, but the older guards had been afraid to and decided to send him, the rookie.

"W-wait here," he said. The girl stood there for a while, waiting for the nervous boy to come back. There were sounds coming from behind the other doors, some sounded like wailing, while others sounded like high pitched squeals and the laughter of someone going insane. She shuddered to think about what was happening to those people. 'How many people from the rebellion are here?' she wondered. 'And on that note, how many of their own do they have here?'

The young guard came back and held the door open. The girl walked in and looked around. This room was much different from the hallway that led to it. The wall was painted a dark wine color, and the carpet was a forest green. There were three green chairs in the room, two in front of a wooden desk and one behind. In the chair was a stout older man. He was looking down at a stack of papers while she looked around some more.

A painting on the wall depicted a man in a suit and tie smiling. This was a portrait of the infamous Eddie Glass. After a nuclear war brought about the destruction of America, he escaped and found this island. Eddie wrote to his family and friends about the island, and they in turn, made their way there. He named it for himself, thus the name, the Glass Nation. The girl scowled a little at the portrait.

"Hello, my dear, please take a seat," the pudgy man said. The girl looked down and saw that he was smiling and motioning to one of the chairs in front of his desk. She sat down and examined the man's face. He was about fifty, if the wrinkled face was any indication. His smile looked as fake as his jet black wig. "You may be wondering why you're here."

"I might be," she muttered.

"We found you after what happened at the Sector 29N Base. Not many people have your… gift."

"I wouldn't call it a gift."

"Yes, well, you've caused quite an uproar. After your little episode, we brought you here. Now, I have a proposal for you. If you would be willing to assist the army, you will be granted a pardon for what happened. You and your family will be allowed to go on with your lives as normal."

"And if I do not?"

"If not, we will hand you over to the authorities for the murder of Major Horace Wilks and ten other young soldiers." He stopped and looked at her.

She could hardly believe it. They hadn't killed her on the spot? Killing a soldier, much less a Major, was a huge offense. I didn't kill anyone; I wouldn't be able to do that. I bound that part of me years ago. "Why didn't they kill me?" The man seemed unfazed by the question.

"Because your power is too great to take away from the world. You could be a very good ally to have." He held out his hand. "Do you accept this?" She didn't take his hand. He nodded. "Very well then." He called for the guard to come back. "We will keep you here until such a time that we can take your power away."

"To use against the people of this nation," she said. "You wonder why we fight against you, and then you pull this kind of shit." The guard was holding the girl's wrist now. The man pulled her sleeve back to reveal a tattoo. It was a straight line with a triangle coming off of its side.

"The Thurisaz," he said, examining the Viking rune. "The thorn, the rebel; what poisons the knight on his journey, severe to all who cross them."

"I know what it means, thanks," the girl replied. The guard led her out of the room and back down the pristine, white hallway. Instead of taking her directly to her cell, they veered left down the hallway. The girl knew what was coming. She couldn't keep herself from tearing up a little.

They took her to a dark room and sat her down in a chair. The young guard that had taken her from her room tied her to the chair. The older guard she had not seen before was holding three brands in the shape of a 2, a 9, and an N. They only used these brands on prisoners they felt were dangerous. If they were to escape, authorities would bring them back to whichever facility they would have escaped from. The girl screamed and writhed in pain as the red hot iron was placed on her forearm. After an hour or so, they untied her and dragged her back to her cell.

That night she lay awake on her cot, trying to sort out what had happened. The power can't control me; I made sure of that years ago. Why is it happening now? She thought back to the day before, when they were at the base. It had been a group of teens and a few younger adults that had joined the rebellion. She was using her power to keep the soldiers asleep while the others took a few of the men away to hold captive. After a few minutes, she blacked out, and when she came to, the rebels and the soldiers were fighting.

A sound pulled her out of her flashback and made her sit up. It was the sound of someone picking at a lock. She got up from the cot and walked over to the door. There were no windows on the doors, but there was an opening for food to come and go through. She peered out of it, seeing a figure leaning over the doorknob, trying to break the lock. The person kept muttering curses under their breath. "Aiden, is that you?" The figure jumped then looked at her through the door flap. It was a boy her age with black hair, dark green eyes flecked with brown, and a gaunt figure. He gave a small smile, and then went back to work. "What are you doing here?"

"Rescuing you, stupid." He finally managed to break the lock and told her to stay still for a few seconds. He motioned down the hall for someone, and then the alarm went off. "All right, out, and fast." She opened the door and the two ran down the opposite hallway that the boy had motioned down.

"Why did you come to get me? Not that I'm ungrateful, but this is too risky," asked as they ran. The boy didn't answer; he was too focused on getting out. "Aiden, tell me!"

"I'll tell you when we're out of here and have a lesser chance of getting killed!" he responded. The two continued running and eventually came to the other end of the building where the door was. They could still hear the warning signal going off as they burst out of the door and into the night air. The facility they had just escaped from was surrounded by a thick forest. They continued running until they came to the middle of the woods.

"C'mon, they won't check the trees," Aiden panted. He started to climb up, and the girl followed. Guards started appearing, looking for them. Aiden had been right; they were too stupid to check the trees right above them. They waited until what felt like an hour after the guards had left. When they climbed down, another slight boy was waiting for them.

"We have maybe ten minutes to get out of here," he said quickly, and with that, he took off. The other two followed him until they reached the edge of the woods. A rusty old truck was waiting there. Aiden took shot gun, while the others climbed into the back. The driver stepped on the gas. Soon the forest was far away and the guards were nowhere in sight.

"Thank you," the girl said to the boy across from her. He gave her a small smile as a response. "Aiden didn't tell me why you came."

"Why wouldn't we come?" he asked. The boy looked genuinely confused as to why she would say that. That was something she liked about him, his transparency when it came to emotions.

"Because it was stupid; you could've gotten yourselves killed, Christian." He nodded, knowing perfectly well that those guards could have caught and killed them. "Thank you, again."

"You're welcome," he replied. He was a little hurt that she would assume they wouldn't go back for her. "Liz, I know it's not your first instinct to trust people, but we've known each other too long for me to just leave you there. You should know that by now." After he'd said it, he felt a little awkward, hoping he hadn't said anything too cheesy. Liz smirked.

They remained in silence for a while. Liz's mind was racing and her thoughts wouldn't sit still. 'How long until they come looking for me? Do I have any time? Where should I go and what should I do from here? Should I go alone?' Christian could tell that something was on her mind.

"Don't worry," he said. "We'll figure something out. Kenny knows what happened and he's going to make sure you're safe. Until we can figure out how to make that stop happening to you, he won't have you use your power." She nodded, and then tried to get the sleep she failed to get earlier that night.