Snippet #1565729

The boy suggested Alissa return to her bed and made some joke about the lights, but her head was still reeling and she was feeling to nauseas to pay attention. "I don't think tha-" she looked up to realize he had let out another kid. He was also a patient, as they were all garbed in the same scrubs. Alissa peeked under her rigged bandage to check if the IV wound had healed enough yet while they went through some formalities. She was pleased enough to remove the hair tie from her arm and toss the cloth on the floor. She had her hair up into a ponytail in less than a second.

“I almost forgot, we haven’t yet been acquainted, have we?” he asked Alissa. “My name’s Claude. What might yours be? You, too,”

"Alissa." she said, just before "hearing" a stranger's voice in her head. He sounded like he was crying for help..

For some reason, Alissa felt like she could know the kid, or that the voice was somehow familiar. Although she had never heard a voice in her head before (that was never a good sign, was it?) she seemed to know exactly where the kid in trouble was. Arthur bowed, excusing himself before taking off down the hallway. "He couldn't have heard that voice too, could he?" Alissa wondered to herself. She took off down the hallway after Arthur, not with the intention of following him but instead with the intention of finding the boy in trouble. The lights flickered on and off one after the other as Alissa passed them. She turned down a new corridor, still Arthur was just a few feet in front of her. Down the way she saw amidst the flickering light a boy being attacked by a bunch of what appeared to be army men and doctors. She knew right away that was the one who had called for help. She watched as Arthur impulsively ran into the fray, pulling at one of the men's uniforms. "He'll get overpowered just the same" she said to herself, at that moment remembering that she left Claude behind.

Still standing a safe distance away from the tousle, Alissa did the only thing she could do, the thing she was good at. She clasped her hands together and bowed her head downward and prayed. "Please, I need your help" she prayed. "I need the strength to help these boys and myself from these evil men. I don't know what's happening or why but, I need the power to fight back!"

"You have it." she heard a familiar voice billow through the corners of her mind. "The same voice from my dream. How can I fight back?"
"Just try. Trust. Feel." Alissa nodded.

Focusing all her energy into her hands, she instinctively cupped a small bit of air in her hands, holding them a reasonable distance apart. Suddenly, all the lights in the entire building began flickering and dimming as they seemed to lend their power to her focus. A small but intense ball of dimly glowing light had conjured in the space between her hands, and feeling its energy course throughout her entire body, she released it toward the men. It hurled at lightning speed down the hallway and struck one right in the back, send him flying and rendering him unconscious. All of the other men appeared to realize what had just happened and were distracted in a moment of awe; she was pretty sure she heard a couple of them gasp. Suddenly, all their gazes were fixated upon her. "Oh no..." she thought.