The Rejects, part one (fiction)

The Rejects

“Where am I?”

“You’re safe. We found you in the ruins. It looked like you had been living there for sometime.” Said a voice. Cally opened her eyes to see she was lying on a bed in a white room. She had never seen a room this white before. “So what’s your name?”

“I’m Cally. Who are you?” Cally asked.

“My name is Anita.” Said the woman standing by the bed. She was in white robes and had darker skin than Cally. Her hair was black and she looked in her mid 30s.

“Why am I here?”

“You’re in the Foundation. We were looking for you. You’ll be safe here.” Anita assured her. An older man walked into the room. “This is Mr. Williams. He was the founder of this facility and wishes to speak with you.” The man walked over to Cally and smiled. He looked as though he was in his fifties and had a greying beard and short brown hair.

“Thanks Miss Singh. How are you Cally? You’re looking well.” Mr. Williams asked with a warm smooth voice.

“I’m okay. What am I doing here?” Cally asked.

“We found you. You were covered in dirt and wearing rags. I’m not sure what you were living off, but it’s remarkable you survived.” Mr. Williams replied. “So we brought you here. You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you wish. In fact, we hope you agree to stay here permanently. There are others here like you.”

“Like me?”

“Gifted. The Foundation needs gifted people, like yourself.” Mr. Williams told her. Cally felt confused.

“I’m not gifted.”

“But you are, you just don’t know it. When you’re able, I will give you a tour of the place, so you can meet the others here. I’m sure you’ll like them. They are most eager to see you. It’s been a while since we found anyone like you still out there.” Mr. Williams said. “But right now I think you need some more rest.” He nodded at Anita, and before Cally could speak, Anita brought out a syringe and emptied it’s contents into a tube that was connected to one in Cally’s hand. Cally felt her eyelids suddenly get heavier and within a few seconds she was sound asleep.

to be continued…

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6 thoughts on “The Rejects, part one (fiction)

  1. Something is afoot, me thinks. Lines like “hope you agree to stay permanently…” followed by a dose of unexplained sedatives is never a good recipe. Can’t wait to find out what happens next.

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