Blinding Light (BLS Book 1)

Mila

Red.

Rage.

Anger.

That’s all I see when I tear through the bed.

I have to destroy something.

Hurt something.

I feel my strength building. I don’t care if it’s simply wrong. I don’t care if this just merely seems impossible. But I pick up the bed and throw it across the room. When it hits the wall, something shimmers across the wall, almost like a simulation.

How did I know that?

Remember. Focus. Get out of here, then figure out what the hell is wrong with you.

I focus on that spot where the bed crashes on the ground with a deafening thud then splinters into pieces. I focus on exactly where that location is, and I just command my feet to get there. I get there in under a second, so fast that I stumble into the wall, which glitches again. I hit it, only slightly, and the wall shakes before glowing again, the glow spreading throughout the whole wall. I pull my hand back and give it a solid punch—which I’m surprised that I can do without any sort of physical training.

It cracks anyway. The loudness of it sounds and echoes throughout the room as the glass material breaks. The crack expands before the whole room shatters, and I jump away as all the glass pieces crash down. Some of the glass cuts me, but those are instantly healed. I widen my eyes in surprise, but I remind myself.

Get out of here, Mila.

As the glass shatters, I see a group of people standing on a platform—possibly a second story. I recognize three of them: Asher, Nolan, and Silas.

I see another girl with huge glasses on her nose; she looks a lot like Silas, just in female form. There are two other people there. A man in his forties is Nolan’s splitting image, which I can only assume is his father. And a woman, possibly in her thirties, as the splitting image of Asher—I’m guessing that’s his mom. The leader of this Project.

Indra.

“What do you think she’s going to do?” Whispers the girl with the glasses.

“Nothing,” I’m surprised at my own voice—at the steadiness of it. My blood is still boiling. But I need answers. These were the people that imprisoned me, and I need to know why.

Why did they turn my whole life upside down, keeping me captive in the so-called future for so many years?

I leap with inhuman strength up to the second floor and land in front of them.

“Nothing…yet.”

My gaze lands on Nolan once more, and I have to use all my self-restraint to stop myself from lunging at him—he’s the reason Raven’s dead.

“I just have questions. Tell me everything…now,” I say through gritted teeth, my gaze never leaving Nolan.

“Do you want to sit—”

“No,” I stalk towards them. Although I’m not like a giant, standing at five-foot-seven inches, I feel like I’m towering over them. Their fear radiating off of them is just feeding my broken soul.

“Talk.”

“Okay, okay!” Shouts the glasses girl, her hands in the air. “My name is Sira. I believe you have already met Silas, my twin brother,” she says, her eyes darting all over the room. It doesn’t take a genius to know that she’s looking for an escape route.

“You’re our Project experiment part of the APT. We need your help to save the human race. But we didn’t know how your powers work, so we experimented with you. Worked with your emotions to try and find out how to activate your abilities.” I scowl at them.

Disgusting beings.

I can’t believe that they would even use the word ‘help’.

“Yeah? Well, excuse me if I don’t give a crap about your excuses. You owe me a life,” I say, a low growl sounding in my throat.

“Please! Listen to us,” she pleads, her voicing hitching. A wave of satisfaction washes over me at their terrified expressions.

“We’re dying! The human population has been dying for over fifty years. We lost at least seventy percent of our population. They murdered each other.

“We need a cure. And you are that cure. Please. We have the technology. We have technology that can rewind time. After you help us, we’ll return everything to you. These years won’t even exist. You’ll be able to start over.”

I widen my eyes.

Rewind time? Start over?

Then a feeling of guilt and dread washes over me.

Rewinds can only be done for people that are still alive. Starting over means that it’ll be a life without Raven. I’ll forget about her. And I will never allow myself to forget her.

“I’m guessing you don’t have technology that can bring back the dead?” I scoff, feeling the anger rising. The redness that I saw was only increasing, clouding the side of my vision.

“I will never accept your offer. I will never help you.”

“Mila!” Nolan chimes in. “Please. We need your help. I’m sorry for Raven. I really am. But please, at least consider it.”

He reaches out to me, and I back away. I stare straight into his hazel-amber eyes and slowly spoke, “You have nothing to offer me, you traitor. You took my only joy in life.”

I back away more, my emotions getting the best of me. My voice is trembling, and tears are threatening to fall again.

“Damn you! Go to hell…all of you!” I scream, pointing at them, my voice cracking at the end, and tears stream down my cheeks.

“Mila?” Asher speaks for the first time. I’ve just realized how similar he looks to that older woman, who is staring at me in amazement.

“Mila, I know you think of us as twisted, cruel beings. But we’re only trying to survive. In the 18th century, I know survival is probably not a big deal, especially if you’re nobility. But can you please give us a chance?” His words are so sincere, and his eyes are so gentle and sweet that I almost give in. The redness almost fades away. But then, I remember. Even if he’s sincere and kind, that doesn’t give him an excuse to be working with them.

“Maybe you are the one with a heart, Asher. You may be good at hiding, but so am I. And I’m here to tell you that this heart’s broken. This soul has been ripped into pieces, pieces that cannot be put back together. And it’s caused by you—by all of you. As I said…go…to…Hell.” I snarl, they all get thrown back by force.

Voice. Help me. How do I get out of here?

No response.

Help me, and you get your help in return. Or don’t, and be damned to hell.

“Mila!” Asher stirs from everyone else. I see that he’s not hurt like the others. I guess I felt sympathy towards him after all.

“I can help.”

I guess he really can read minds.

“Really? Like you did last time?” I scoff and give him a dangerous look.

“I’ll do what I do to survive. And if this is the way it is, then so be it,” he defends.

I laugh, emotionless and mocking, “You claim to be a guard, yet you’re the one that’s a coward.”

“It’s true,” he says, looking away.

“It’s all true. I had nothing to do with the Project until after they brought you in. So yeah,” he breathed, “I claimed to be a guard, your guard. And yes, I am a coward.”

He meets my eyes again, and I can tell that there’s fear in his eyes. But there’s also determination. He slowly walks over to me, his figure towering over me. “But, this coward is willing to help you get out of here.”

I consider his offering, and he adds, extending a hand,

“Life or death, Mila. For me? I choose life.”

I laugh at his enthusiasm. I guess what they said it’s true.

Desperate times, calls for desperate needs.

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