I shouldn't complain. I have food. I have water. I have a clean bed. I'm regularly vaccinated against the plague. But I want to complain.
My head always aches from the damp mildewy smell in here and I can't remember the last time I talked to someone who didn't run away in fear, screaming and shouting, ready to burn me at the stake.
My bedroom is cold and damp with stone walls and stone floors and no windows except for a small hole where animals like to poke their heads in. I guess you could call this room a prison cell, but you'd be wrong.
This room is my sanctuary, my home base, my safety. In here I'm protected from those humans who want me dead and all the dangers of the outside world. They told me I'd be out of here as soon as they had the technology to make me "normal." Well, in case you haven't guessed, this is normal for me. I'm supposed to have these rainbow eyes and the wiry antennae and the wings and the fluffy tail. I can't help that I'm not human.
They told me everything would be ok. They told me I would get visitors in here and I would never get bored because of all the things they would send for me to do. They told me I'd get my freedom. They told me everything ten years ago. I'm twenty years old today.
When I woke up this morning I sat up on my bed, then hummed a little song to myself.
"Happy Birthday to Eunoia, happy birthday to me!"
My name literally means "normal mind" and it makes me think that whoever named me had a mind the exact opposite of "Eunoia." Tomorrow, I'll have lived in my room longer than I lived outside of it. I stood up, stretching, then walked over to the wall and pressed in the stone which opened up a pocket in the wall. I pulled out a can of, what was it this time, fossilized peaches? I peeled off the top of the can and dumped the peaches into my mouth, letting the juice dribble down my face. I rinsed myself off using the rusty tap in the corner of the room then walked over to my hole in the corner. I used the sharp edge of the can and began to scrape the stone away, fleck by tiny fleck.
Suddenly I heard the rattling of keys against metal. The sounds that my door made when someone was opening it. I tossed the can to the side then jumped onto my bed, trying to appear as if I hadn't just been contacting the outside. A man stepped through the opening, scowling at me as if I was the serial killer of the century. He wore a crisp, clean black suit and small rectangular glasses. He also had no hair. I didn't like him already.
"My, does it smell in here." He pulled out a small aerosol can from his jacket and sprayed around the room. "Well, you are now "of age" per the requirements of your species, so-"
"I get my freedom?"
The man sighed, shaking his head. "No. You are going to now be put under a series of tests. Pass the tests, and you will be given freedom. Fail them, and this becomes your home for another ten years."
"No," I said, clenching my fists, "I won't come back here."
The man smirked. "Well, then you'll have no problem passing the tests. I will cuff you now for security reasons."
The man pulled a pair of electronic handcuffs out of his overly large pants pocket and clipped them onto my wrists. He walked me stiffly out of the room and into a white hallway. I had a dim memory of this hallway. This was where they dragged me, kicking and screaming with my wings freshly clipped, into the room. My wings finally grew back after five years.
We turned a few corners before entering a new room with shiny white devices and buttons and lights that I would've loved to destroy right now. But I held myself back. Maybe if I jumped through all their hoops they'd keep their promise and hold up their end of the bargain- I'd be free. I swallowed hard and decided to just listen.
A second man wearing a white suit stepped forward, holding a clipboard. Behind him I saw a desk and a paper and pencil on the desk.
"Welcome, Eunoia. The first test is simple. Write all that you remember about your life and humans on the piece of paper. You have fifteen minutes." He gestured forward to the desk and I said nothing. I sat down and black suit man released my handcuffs. I rubbed my wrists, which were sore from the too-tight cuffs, and began to write.
I knew that I was an alien from another planet dumped here by my parents because I was somehow 'undesirable.' I remembered being raised by stupid humans for the first ten years of my life. I remembered learning to read and write and how to do math and how to behave like a normal human. I remembered turning ten and discovering that I had wings and antennae. I remembered pulling out a feather and examining it and showing it to the people I thought were friends. I remembered the mean scientists taking my feather from me, clipping my wings as if I was a reckless bird, then stuffing me in the cell. I remembered crying for years all the while putting the pieces together that I was an alien that no one wanted.
I finished writing with still half a page left. The man in the white suit took the paper from me, then nodded to the man in the black suit. Black suit put the cuffs back on me then walked me to the next test in the next room. This room looked just like the first room, but with a lightbulb on the desk instead of a paper. Black suit sat me down and put the lightbulb in my hand.
"Light it," he commanded, staring daggers into my eyes.
My stomach leaped up to my throat. What did he expect me to do, summon lightning? I squeezed the bottom of the bulb, blew on it, tried to talk to it in my mind, but nothing turned on the bulb. This was impossible. This was ridiculous.
Black suit picked me up by the arm and I dropped the lightbulb. It shattered at his feet and I cringed.
"Next test," he said. I guess I failed that one.
"Next test?" I mumbled under my breath, "Let's test you." It was time to let all my frustration go. I didn't care about regulations anymore.
I pulled back from black suit's grip and swing my fist at his head. He ducked as I kicked him in the stomach, sending him stumbling backward. He coughed up some red chunky liquid. The white suit man turned around and looked like he'd pass out. His face turned the color of his suit and he dropped his clipboard on the ground. I stood my ground, standing ready to attack again if they came close to me. White suit grabbed a telephone on one of the tables and screamed into it, "patient three has escaped! Patient three has escaped! Is violent and capable of-"
I walked over to him and smacked the phone out of his hand. He squeaked, then I knocked him in the head. He crumpled to the ground and his nose began to bleed.
"I guess your white suit isn't so white anymore," I sneered.
Black suit man was getting up. He lumbered toward me with arms outstretched, as if he was going to try to strangle me.
"Really?" I asked. He just kept limping forward. "Alright, you asked for it." I looked him right in the eyes and for a moment, blue flashed through my vision. When the flash was gone the man was nowhere to be seen. I looked up. He was sticking to the ceiling, as if the gravity had been turned off just for him- and in a way, it was.
I took a deep breath, then sighed. "Time to go see what other 'fun' they've brought for me." I skipped out of the room, feeling quite powerful. Who knows what else I could do?
I half-walked half-skipped down the hall for a while before I met any defenses. Oh, it felt amazing to be able to move like this. I'd never used my powers before. Did they have a cool-down time? Or was I unstoppable?
I saw doors up ahead. I stared at them for a moment, then a flash of orange filled my vision. The doors creaked and popped before finally beginning to melt under the heat. They shriveled up for a long time before I was finally able to step over the molten remains.
"Ok," I mumbled, "heat vision not good for super doors. Oh!"
A line of men was behind the door, holding guns and rifles all aimed at me. They didn't move. I didn't move. We were as still as statues.
"Well," I exclaimed, "someone's got to start this!"
I looked at the man with the biggest gun and saw a flash of green. He started gagging, clutching his stomach and doubling over.
"Motion sickness," I mumbled to myself, "well, that's interesting."
The other men cocked their weapons. I heard each one click as they aimed right for my head.
I chuckled. "Well, this has been fun, but let's all just stop."
A flash of purple filled my vision and I blinked. When I opened my eyes I walked forward and poked one of the men on the nose. He didn't react. "Ah, frozen time. I think this one might be my favorite." I walked around each man, taking their weapons and snapping them in two, then moving each one into a complicated pose. Apparently the kind of alien I was was stronger than the average human. Much stronger.
"Cool," I said. I passed the men and continued through the hallway. As soon as I was far away time resumed, and I heard confusion and clamoring back behind me.
As much as I wanted to go back and watch the hilarious struggle, I had to continue. Getting out was my main goal and I wasn't going to let anything stop me.
Men and women started to sprint forward, aiming their weapons at me and failing to fire them because- oops!- red flashes meant fear. They squealed like piglets, dropped their weapons and scrambled for the nearest exit. I roared with laughter at the sight of their fear. Didn't they know it was just their imagination? No matter, I'd be getting out of here in no time.
I found where the humans kept their clothes and changed out of my grimy prison jumpsuit into something a little more comfortable for escaping in. Ah yes- the women here had amazing taste in clothes. Knee-high black boots, black jeans, and a matching t-shirt and denim jacket to complete the outfit.
"Ah," I sighed, "much better."
As I made it to the final set of doors I kicked them open, sending them soaring off their hinges. More humans with giant guns tried to attack me.
One quick yellow flash later and everyone dropped their guns and marched back inside on my command. I was free- finally free. I marched out of the building, feeling on top of the world. A devilish smile filled my face as I walked away.
Wait, you thought I was the hero in this story? The brave, valiant, goody-two shoes hero? Ha, no. I'm the villain: I'm the one who's going to crush all their little dreams and destroy any hope left for survival- because that's what they did to me.
Thanks for reading! Please let me know if you'd like to read more, as I'm not sure if i want to continue this story or not. Is Eunoia an interesting character, or not good? I love constructive criticism!