((This is following the origin post on my CS))
The radiance of the sun breached the blinds of her dorm room, the luminous energy invading her retina as they blankly stare into space. She was unaffected, she doesn't even remember if she slept of not. She didn't know what the time was. Time. That was a word, a notion, a concept that had never left her mind since yesterday. Her brain was scrambled trying to piece together these pieces of the puzzle. A puzzle she had never seen before, more of an enigma. One would've thought she was dead from the way she still lie in the fetal position, eyes blank to the world around her.
There was faint knocking.
A burst of adrenaline surged through her body, inside beginning to build nervousness and paranoia from who it could be. Still, she remained still. Simply staring into the blinds, to the outside world that had taken a toll on her yesterday, or had she taken a toll on it? The knocking came again from the suite door, as her dorm room door was closed, as was her mentality. Her phone buzzed and lit up with unread texts and notifications. She started to think about her life again, a rebirth of conscious thoughts begin to seep into her mind. Classes, volleyball practice, going out...her parents. What happened last night was enough to give her a heart attack. What if it happens again? Most college upperclassmen break down over finals and how they'll cover their books and such, but who could she possibly talk to or take help from on this situation? The 'rumored' special people that are said to be out there?
It was then she connected the dots. The suite door opens as Carmella can hear her roommate talking to someone in the den. Her intuition told her that it was going to be her door knocked on next. Her heart begin to race, and her brain was all working and flowing again, but now it may be too late. She jumps up and stares at the door. Five precise but impactful knocks hit her room door. She silently opens the door to see her roommie with a shocked face, campus police, and her parents. Her heart dropped.
Gardenia Cross: "Sweetie are you okay??"
Samson Cross: "I took off of work to check on you we both did, apparently you blacked out and ran out of an ambulance? The police were looking for you but everyone chalked it up to you being scared.."
Samson looks at his daughter with eyes suggesting that his story was the best route to go in case legal matters ensue. Carmella looks down in embarrassment as she literally chokes up at what to say next. Her heart was pounding and she didn't know what to do. Her mother held her as they moved to the couch, her roommate
Eliza making her some water.
Jet U Police: "Ma'am we have a Jet PD car wanting to take you down to the station for a few questions, now seeing as nobody got hurt and you were in shock you're okay, I promise it's not about anything criminal okay? They just want a statement."
Gardenia: "She can ride with us."
Eliza: "Hey Mel, you need me to go to? I don't have class until 1 PM."
"It's okay....I'll fill you in when I get back."
Samson helps Carmella up as he puts his arm around her and exchanges a look with Gardenia. Mel still had everything on from overnight, down to the shoes. They all go outside and down to the dorm parking lot where the squad car lights up and Samson runs down to explain Carmella's riding with them. The cop obliges to escort as they hop in their cars. Carmella chooses to ride with her mother, with the cop and father in tow.
Gardenia: "What happened?"
"I really don't know. I was going to class, next thing I know my head is pounding and I fall down in pain. I come to and I'm in an ambulance. I wake up and...."
Gardenia: "And?"
"...I was in shock, so I think I ran. All the way back to campus."
She knew it was a lie. She remembers what happened. What the world looked like, the people, slow moving and even completely still. Carmella continues to starte out of the window as the buildings swoosh by, zipping by as blurs of structure. Her heart races, what if it happens again? swoosh after swoosh, blur after blur, her mom's voice going on about her saftety. A tickle begins in her brain, a nudging. Carmella scrunches her brows with a look of disdain.
Gardenia: "We need to know if-- wait, what's wrong?"
"Nothing just feel light headed is all."
Gardenia: "We're taking you to the doctor..."
"I'm fine..."
She looks back out the window for a nanosecond, her brain processing a glimpse of a building not zipping by like the others, this one was slower. She couldn't even gasp before everything resumed and buildings zoomed by again.
Gardenia: "You're going and that's that."
They pull into the Jet Police Department and hop out, walking into the building without waiting on Samson or the other cop. They walk up to the front booth as Gardenia explains their visit. After a few moments the officer walks in with Samson, instructing them all to come to the back and sit down in the lobby area. Carmella was on edge. She was nervous, unstable, yet peacefully composed in the current circumstances. The officer walks back out with a clipboard and a file of statement for Carmella, who feels like she's as good as a criminal now about to be in the system. This side of the law made her jittery, she much prefers the litigation side like her father.
Cop: "Okay Ms. Cross if you'll just--"
?: "That won't be necessary Officer Taggart."
Ofc. Taggart: "?...Mr. York?"
Benjamin York: "Hey how are you, you must be Mr. and Mrs. Cross, pleasure. I am--"
Samson: "Benjamin York. Who doesn't know who you are, pleasure to meet you sir."
York: "It seems that Ms. Cross here has had an incident of shock yesterday yes? I'm glad no one was harmed, especially you Carmella. I've been following your work for a while, your thesis on the synaptic-stimuli reflex was....well, riveting."
"You...follow my work??"
York: "Indeed I do, which is why I'm here. I think we can dismiss any statements and paperwork for Ms. Cross, save the city and press some hassle right? Seeing as how she's my new intern..."
What!?
York: "Carmella, I would love to have your research and ambition at my company, we're working on technology that could change the world, we want to introduce a program using a neuro-bio recognition system for applications like medicine, stimulants, and even robotic replacement for soldiers with lost limbs, or people with deformities. I know your record. AB student, 3.9 GPA...and we'll keep the Quantum Science thing quiet heheh. I could've gotten a professional expert on the field but really...people in that age group hardly even text, am I right?"
Half the precinct looks defunct at the sight of York, a CEO personally driven down to a police station to meet with a rather unassuming young woman. Gardenia gasps with joy as a huge smile strikes her face locking expressions with a surprised Carmella. Samson holds his pride in, more showing his skepticsm. The cop sets the clipboard down and looks at Carmella with a newfound light, respecting her credentials.
York: "Here's my card, call me if you're interested. Good pay, better resume experience...you're special Carmella. I want to be a part of that if you'll have us. You have a destiny, and I want to help you find it."
Carmella looks down at the card as York emits a deep smile, will and drive behind his eyes. Who could turn down an opportunity like that? Carmella looks on at the card, unaware of the future that was about to unfold for her. For a moment she forgot about her 'incident', but quickly remembered as her heart dropped at the thought of it again.
"Mr. York.....I-- "