Chapter Eight


The days passed and Mollie got used to Simon joining Dee. He really was a sweet kid, and she was glad of a new face. Simon told her all about how he had lived with a foster family all of his life. He didn't have any parents.

When the door opened one morning, she was surprised to see Toby instead stood in the doorway. He muttered a hello and stepped in with a folder under his arms. Mollie felt kind of awkward when she saw him; she hadn’t seen him since he had come clean about his past. He sat down at the desk again.

“Hey.” She said quietly. 

“I’ve come to sort out your interview with Shell and Mel.” he said, placing the folder on the desk.

“Shell and Mel?” Mollie asked, confused. 

“I bet they didn’t introduce themselves. Yeah, that’s the names of the twins who checked you in.” Toby told her, smiling a little. It was a cute smile, Mollie thought. Made his face look younger. 

“Talking about checking in … What made you change your mind?” He asked, raising his eyebrows in an amused expression.

“I don’t know. I just thought enough was enough.” She said back to him. Then after a few seconds she added, “And I guess you made me think a little.” 

“Just a little.” He laughed. Mollie blushed, and grinned.

“The results?” 

“The results!” He opened the folder and pulled out a sheet of paper. From the bed, Mollie could see just a small paragraph at the top.

“Mollie Catherine Thompson.” Toby said, putting on a serious voice.  “Answered all of the questions truthfully, resulting in valid results. It was unclear which side of her family she inherited the gene from.

"She seemed to have a healthy mind, despite the length of time it took for her to adjust to the change in circumstance. A full account of her interview can be found in room X415, file T5. After assessing her results, we found that the best role for her to take on would be a teaching role, due to her experiences and the shortage.”

He finished, smiled and looked up at Mollie. They hadn’t really said much. 

“Any thoughts on that?” Toby asked.

“What does it mean by my role? Do I have to be a teacher? And teach who?” Mollie asked, confused.

“Well,” Toby started. “We all have roles here, that work to our best abilities. Normally, we look at our powers first but of course you haven’t found yours yet.” 

Mollie blushed.

“This is great though. We have a few kids here and so far Sally-Anne looks after the majority of them, giving a few classes here and there. She’s not the brightest though, so she’s really a poor substitute. She's also very old now, and finds it hard to keep them all under control. I hope you can hack it.” Toby told her. Mollie shrugged.

“I was a primary teacher for two years, so I have a bit of experience. Of course I won’t be able to do lots of advance stuff.” Mollie said. Then she stopped herself. She was agreeing to teaching loads of children she’d never met, in this building. Was she really ready to accept the idea she was going to be here for a while?

“Honestly, even If you’d done it for a  week, it would be better. Sally has enough on her plate as it is, with keeping the new kids occupied.”

He put the report back into the folder, and then pulled out a booklet. 

“Right, I’m not sure if you know the way everything is arranged upstairs?” Toby said. Mollie bit her bottom lip.

“One bedroom each and I share a living quarter with three others? Then we all eat together in a communal kitchen. That’s what Dee said.” 

Toby tilted his head.

“In simple terms … yes. You will have a room to yourself, then share a bathroom, small kitchen, and a small lounge with three other people. You will be on the second floor, and your room mates are Florence and Robert. There isn’t a fourth in that one yet.”

“Florence and Robert.” Mollie repeated. “How old are they?” 

“Twenty two. Both of them. I don’t know them that well, I think they were born here. I never met them like I met you anyway. They could have come when I was  younger I suppose or away.” 

“Away? We're allowed out?” Mollie asked surprised.

“Why of course, this isn’t a prison.” Toby said laughing. Mollie raised an eyebrow and glanced at the room. Toby sighed.

“Well, it’s not supposed to be. Of course we don’t let people outside until they are trustworthy and have been here for a while. More for your safety though, than out of cruelness.” 

“Hmm.” Mollie muttered. 

“I hope you can one day come to love this place.” He said back to her. Mollie said nothing.

“Dee will visit you frequently” Toby said, changing the subject. “More because of the fact that she’s formed an attachment with you. She’s really warmed to you which is nice. Not many people like to stick to her despite the fact she’s a lovely person.”

“I’m glad.” Mollie told him. “I like Dee. Why don’t people warm to her?” 

Toby scrunched his face to think. “Well, I think it’s because they think she’ll tamper with their minds. Powers that can effect peoples minds in any way are frowned upon.” 

Mollie nodded. It was freaky that Dee could control her like that. Though she tended to realise when she was doing it, and she hadn’t done it much since the first day. Dee was too honest to mess about with people just for the fun of it.

“When can I go up?” Mollie asked the question she’d been dying to ask.

“Tomorrow?” Toby said. “Can I trust you?” 

“It’s not like I have anywhere to go is it? You said it yourself, Trevor’s glad to  see the back of me.” Mollie said quietly. Toby’s face pulled into a frown of pity.

“And I regret saying that. I’m sorry.” He told her softy. She shrugged.

“Will I see you up there too?” She asked after a few seconds. 

“I live on the third floor, but I’ll come to see you now and again to see how you're getting on.” Toby told her, grinning. “I spend most of my time under ground though.” 

“Oh.” Mollie said, looking a way. 


Mollie blushed. She didn’t know why but she was disappointed she wouldn’t be seeing Toby more. She couldn’t explain why and she was very embarrassed by the fact. And there was no way she was going to tell Toby that either. For some reason though, she had thought that once she got upstairs she would be with everyone. She hadn’t thought there would be jobs everyone had to take on. Naive of her really. 

“Never mind.” She said quickly. Then she changed the subject. “There’s one thing I don’t understand.”

“Go ahead.” He said, sitting back.

“Who are the people trying to get us and why?” She asked him. A dark look masked his face which made Mollie regret asking.

“They're not nice people, Mollie. You'll learn about them in due time. I’ll set you on an educational course which will tell you the history of Building E. Don’t worry, you're not the only one. Even people who have lived here all their lives don’t know the full story.” 

Mollie nodded, letting it drop. 

“What day is it?” she then asked. At that, Toby laughed. 

“Lost track all ready? Don’t worry, your room will have windows, and a television. It will be a lot easier to keep track of the days.” Toby said happily. “It’s Wednesday by the way.”

“Wednesday. So I’ve been here fifteen days?” She asked. He nodded.

“The longest someone has stayed in here, for a long time.” He told her, and she wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“Any progress on your power?” He asked. She shook her head.

In fact, she hadn’t spent much time over it, other than the times Dee had gone on. It was hard to think she actually had one. There was nothing she could do that was out of the ordinary.  She would bet everything on her being there being just a mistake. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Toby told her, seeing the look on her face. “There are a fair few up there with no powers. People that were brought here with parents who had powers or people who were born here but are just carriers of the gene.”

“That’s what I am probably.” Mollie told him. “Just a carrier.”

Toby laughed. “Somehow, I don’t quite think so. We have very accurate technology downstairs that finds people like us. It’s trained now not to bother with carriers from outside, but just to keep an eye on them, in case they have children.” 

Just then, Dee stormed into the room.

“Hey, Moll! Guess what- Oh, hi Toby.” She stopped mid track as she noticed she had company. Then she blushed. Simon ran in and stopped by her side. 

“Hi Dee, hi Simon.” Toby said, turning to them. Then he looked at Simon closely. “What are you doing down here?” 

He pointed at Mollie. “She said I could come down with Dee.” He said hurriedly. Mollie nodded quickly.

“I certainly did. Hey, you two.” 

“Would you want us to come back later?” Dee asked. Toby stood up. “No need,” He said. “I’m going.”

He turned to Mollie who had also stood up. “I’ll come tomorrow for you, and give you the tour  upstairs. If I get caught up though, Dee will come.” He looked at Dee. “That okay?”

She nodded quickly. “Anything.” She said, blushing as she stared at him. Simon walked over to the bed and climbed up next to Mollie.

“See you then.” Toby said, and left the room. Dee sighed as he left, making Mollie laugh.

“God, isn’t he dreamy!” She said, plonking herself on the bed. Mollie laughed again. 

“You think?” She said, grinning.

“You don’t?!” Dee exclaimed. “He’s like a God or something.” 

Mollie thought back to her earlier feelings. “I guess I see where your coming from.” she said warily. She wasn’t about to explain her feelings from before to a sixteen year old girl and a seven year old boy. She wasn’t even sure if there were feelings to feel!

“I like Toby.” Simon said happily. 

“I do too.” She said, grinning at him. “What did you want to tell me, Dee?” 

“That you were allowed out tomorrow, but I guess he beat me too it. Great isn’t it. I can show you my family and everything!” She said, so excited, that Mollie couldn’t understand why people didn’t like her. 

They spent the rest of the day talking about Mollie’s role that she had been assigned to. Simon was delighted to hear that he would be able to see her everyday. Dee was also interested in hearing her stories of the outside world. 

She went to bed that night, thinking of the next day. She was scared, but excited at the same time. She had been locked in this room for so long, it would be nice to see more of the place. And more of the people.

The End

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