I bolted upright, breathing heavily, the nightmare still lingering in my head. I looked around the room. It was my room and the lights were dim. My arms and chest were wrapped with bandages. The door slid aside and a boy walked in. He seemed about sixteen, seventeen at the most. His brown eyes were stuck to a clipboard. I couldn’t see the colour of his hair in the darkness but it seemed to be a dark red. He looked up at me.
“Oh, you’re awake,” he said. “Are you feeling?”
“Who are you?” I asked. My voice was hoarse and my throat hurt.
“Liam. You’re Fallon, right? We’ve never met,” he said, putting the clipboard down on my bedside table.
“Hi,” I said quietly.
“Hi. Do you remember anything?” he asked, sitting down in a chair next to my bed.
“I remember... I remember being attacked. I... What happened to Landy?” I whispered, tears starting to form.
“He’s dead. He was attacked by an enemy operative called Z, like you were.”
“Z?" I asked.
“You were never told?”
“The girl with the marble eyes,” he said contemplatively. “You’re not the only... mutant. There are others, you’re just the most heard of. We’ve all heard of your tales.”
He smiled and leaned forward, holding out a hand for me to shake. “Let me introduce myself properly; L25-93, mercenary, assassin, superhuman – take your pick.”
“You’re like me?” I asked.
“In a way. Genetic mutation, engineered by our very own Dr. Waters. The others are downstairs.”
“Others? There are more?”
“Quite a few. Are you feeling up to meeting them?”
I nodded slowly, still trying to take it in. There were others like me, other experiments. I wasn’t the only one – and from the looks of it, I hadn’t been the first. Pushing the duvet away, I swung my legs out of the bed. Liam offered me his hand, which I took gratefully. My legs shook violently, forcing me to lean on Liam for support.
“Did you say you were an assassin?” I asked, suddenly remembering.
“On behalf of the American military. Mercenary to anyone who needs me,” he shrugged, as if killing people for money was normal.
I didn’t say anything after that, just letting him lead me down the corridors. None of the soldiers gave us a second glance, like they’d seen other mutations before. Was it just me that had been kept in the dark? Coming to a set of stairs, Liam swung me up into his arms like you would a baby.
“You’re very slow,” he explained.
I scowled. He wasn’t the one that found his father dead. Well, Landy was the closest thing I could have ever had to a father, being created in a laboratory and all.
Liam put me down and I tried harder to keep up with him, not wanting to be called slow again. We walked for a few more minutes before coming to a door. Liam pushed it open and gestured for me to go first. I glanced at him hesitantly and he nodded. Entering the room, I wondered why I trusted him, having met him only ten minutes previously.