guns. They had a very secret-service-esque look about them, and were deemed necessary at all lab runs, since that one time when I tried to break out. That had been a particularly frustrating day. The cafeteria had been out of pancakes that morning.
“We are ready, sir,” one of the burly men said in a stern and monotonous voice.
“ Electro-Cuffs on standby,” Eddie demanded politely.
I looked down at the cold shackles on my wrists. The small, green lights suddenly turned red, confirming that I wouldn’t be shocked into next year anytime soon. I had always found it somewhat amusing that the lights on the Electro-Cuffs had different meanings for me than for everyone else in The Facility. Green, the color of freedom, progress, Go!... To them, it meant that they were safe; I couldn’t cause any trouble. To me, it meant that I was a restricted animal. Red, on the other hand, meant danger to them. The animal was on the loose, and there was no sure way of knowing what it might do. For me, red meant nothing more than freedom... progress... GO!
“Whenever you are ready, Angie,” Eddie said calmly, eyes full of a fatherly-looking hope.
I did my best to issue him a reassuring smile, before my eyes fell momentarily on Al. I had almost forgotten he was there. I had almost forgotten we were probably about to knock his socks off—metaphorically or literally, there was no real way of knowing. His face showed no sign of emotion, not even slight curiosity. He looked more rigid than the security guards who were more than prepared to shoot me in the head, if need be. I looked down to the water below my feet, placed my hands on the railings next to my sides, and closed my eyes.
The first image that crossed my mind was the middle of a midnight ocean, littered with icebergs, which were totally ready to give you a bad time. I shivered as a chill started from the nape of my neck and ran all the way to the soles of my feet. I opened my eyes just long enough to see a fog of breath leave my mouth. I closed my eyes again to picture an infinite glacier, creeping across the Earth at speeds even a snail would scoff at. I could feel my fingers and toes turning blue, even against the warm metal of the walkway. I opened my eyes once more, only to be met by the arctic stare of Al from across the room. I had expected to feel uncomfortable, but I felt completely at home and assured of what I was doing. Suddenly, a wave of energy expanded outward in all directions from my body, the water below me quaking rapidly. My body was so cold, I felt that if I were to fall, I could shatter into tiny pieces. Icy spider webs began to crawl from my hands down the metal railing, until icicles were dangling beneath my feet, just an inch or so above the water.
A sharp pain pierced through my head. I cried out in agony, prying my frosty hand from the railing to paw at my face. Though there was no wound, I was convinced that I had been shot right between the eyes; a bullet released by an anxious security guard, perhaps.
“Vital report?” I heard Eddie call nervously.
“ Blood pressure is rising fast, sir. Brainwave patterns are off the charts. I don’t know what she’s doing, but it isn’t anything she has ever done before,” a faceless voice responded from somewhere behind me.
“ Angie… Angela, can you hear me?” Eddie questioned from the end of the walkway.
I forced my eyelids open, only to find my vision severely blurred by ice crystals, which had formed on my eyelashes. My hand still covered the invisible bullet-hole in my forehead.
“Calm yourself and focus, Angela,” Eddie said in the most soothing voice he could manage, though his words were shaky with paternal worry.
I was having extreme difficulty focusing on anything other than the horrible pain pulsing between my eyes.
“I can’t,” I choked through a throat full of sharp, frozen vocal chords.
“ Yes you can. You know you can. I know you can,” Eddie reassured me. I felt the