Attacked again

Sleeping forever sounds ideal to me.

It's the aches in my body that awaken me.

I let out a grunt of pain, as my body stretches. Dizziness overcomes me, and I touch my head, feeling the smooth texture of bandages on my head.

"Hey, you're awake!" a voice says excitedly. I lurch at the sudden sound of it, muscles bunched.

"Whoa, hey, wait, it's me, Zach." the voice says, strong hands gently pushing me back down on the bed. I blink to clear my vision, and sure enough, there he is.

"What happened?" I croak out, my voice thick with sleep and lack of water.

"I don't know. I was tracking your location with the tracer David put in your car. I thought it was weird that your car hadn't been moving for the last forty-five minutes." he explained.

Hazy memories start to swirl in my brain, and my eyes flutter open.

"Jabez. And...Ceollach." I spit out, hands trembling violently.

Concern is on his face, as he helps me drink some water. I chug it down, finishing the cup. Instead of giving me another one, he simply puts it to the side.

"You were drinking it too fast, it was going to hurt your stomach." he explained. I scowled at him, settling back down.

"Where am I? Where's David?" I ask.

"You're in the Med-Area back at the office. David went out with a team to try to track down both Jabez, and Ceollach." Zach replied, gently placing a bag of ice on my forehead. I stared at him, a beat too long.

"Why didn't you go with him? They need all the help they can get."

Zach smirked a bit, leaning back against the law. "Although I do like how you're complimenting me on my prowess and whatnot, trust me, I think they'll do just fine. You should worry about healing though. Jabez really took it out on you. You have swelling in the back of your head, and a gash that needed stitches. Why did she attack you like that?" he asked.

"She thought I was trying to take her back to the base or something, trying to get her to go back into killing."

The smile disappeared from Zach's face, and he dragged a hand over his face, sighing loudly. "I gotta see what she meant by that."

"What?"

"Sometimes, the people from certain organizations aren't who they say they are. David usually runs a thorough background check on them, but with all this mess going on, and how he's trying to be in places where he's needed all over the world, it's understandable how this would possibly slip his mind."

"Unless he's in on it."

"No. Not possible. He might make some interesting decisions, but they all work out in the end. David is a good guy."

I bit my lip to keep from saying anything else. I didn't know if David was trusting, especially with the whole situation going on that left the world in the balance like this. And of course Zach would defend David; that was his teacher, basically his father since taking him in from the streets.

Too many thoughts crowded in my head and I leaned my head back on the bed, the ceiling moving in circles a bit before going still.

"They're really strong, you know? Jabez especially."

Zach glances down at me, a slight frown on his face. "I know but it's only because she's a different breed of powered. I think she was born like that, rather than modified."

"Were you modified?"

The question looks like it caught him off guard. He sheepishly runs a hand through his hair, facing going a bit red. "I genuinely don't remember. Like maybe? Maybe I was a test tube baby, or something."

He goes silent, and I can feel the waves of speculation and anxiety that roll off of him.

I wonder if it's because of me.

I think of how this mess started, me just wanting to help David, and David harboring a secret that put not just us in danger, but the life as we knew it in peril.

Yes, I knew it wasn't his fault, but to be honest, this was needed to be let known to more people than just one.

I peek at Zach, and wonderd if he knew, or how much he knows exactly. My mark glows softly as if letting me know it wouldn't be hard for me to find out.

Shaking my head, because I try not to barge in people's minds without their permission, I lay back down, exhaustion scattering whatever thoughts I have left.

I feel my eyes flutter shut, and let sleep take over.

The world is destroyed.

Buildings collapse, as a battle in the skies takes action. My eyes wildly shift around, looking for survivors, anyone really. Smoke and dust cover nearly everything, and I cough, tears pricking me.

PTSD wanders not far from me, the scene not affecting him not the slightest. Depression looks around mournfully, taking slow steps next to PTSD.

"There's really no one left." a girl with wild brown curls tells me. Her green eyes flick to mine, and I notice her pupils are slitted like a cat's.

"There has to be! Maybe under the rubble...or...." I try to say, my voice cracking with desperation.

"I looked. Nothing." I turn, and cover my mouth at the sight of Zach. There's a gash that runs from the side of his head to the bottom of his lip, dirt and sweat covering his face. Blood smears his suit, and his arm looks to be broken.

Before I can say anything, someone crashes down, skidding, and crashing into a pile of broken buildings. The figure groans, but stops moving.

"That's the last one." the flying guy says, wearing a black suit, with a ¥ on the chest. He looks like he'll collapse at any moment, but somehow he still manages to land gracefully in front of us. Bruises mark his brown skin, some purpling, and cuts all over. He looks tired, exhaustion in his dark hazel eyes, pieces of rubble and leaves in his black hair.

Zach gives him a thumbs up, cradling his hurt arm, and I plop myself on the ground, PTSD and Depression keeping guard.

"We failed." the brunette haired girl states.

No one tries to argue with her.

Someone is shaking me awake.

I jolt upright, my mark blinking as if in warning. I'm awake this time, and I can see PTSD holding Zach by the back of his shirt.

He looks concerned and scared, and I quickly call back PTSD, Zach stumbling forward as he's suddenly released.

"Are you okay?" I ask, checking to see if he sustained any injuries.

"I'm fine, but are you? What were you dreaming about that caused you to react like that?"

Brief flashes of the nightmare dance behind my eyelids, and a shiver runs up my spine.

"I can't remember." I lie.

Zach stares at me for a moment, before nodding slowly.

"You hungry? I brought some Chinese from one of my favorite places." he says.

I nod, smiling a bit.

He grins. "Be right back with it!"

As he leaves, I try to steady my breathing, hands shaking a bit.

Something about that dream made me feel like I was taking a peek at the future. And if that was true...

We were in bigger trouble than I thought.