“Are you sure you’re alright?” Grayson asked as we strolled along the path at the Festival of Lights.
I nodded, “I’m fine, just take getting used to that’s all.” I looked up at the lanterns above our heads. They were brighter than I remembered but after what I’ve endured in the last three months, they were one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
“We can always go back home if you’re not comfortable.”
“Oh no,” I said quickly. “I want to be here. I need to be here.” I want to be under the sky again, to be among the living, to feel human again.
Three months ago, I was human with normal senses. I couldn’t smell a hot dog stand from four streets over nor could I jump 30 feet onto a tree branch nor could I run at the speed of a bullet. Three months, it felt like forever ago.
On the eve of my wedding, I was kidnapped by a group of hit-men hired by a group of rogue scientists. I was taken to a facility below ground and everyday, I was strapped to a table while being poked and prodded with needles. Once they were through with me for the day, I would be tossed into a rat-infested dingy dark cell. The scientists said there’s something special about my DNA and they intended to use it to make me into something special.
Everyday, I prayed that Grayson would break through that thick metal door and rescue me but after a while, I gave up on that hope and wished the scientists would poison me instead. I would rather die than face another day of experimentation. As the days went by though, I realized my senses were becoming stronger. I could see in the dark, I could hear the scientists’ conversation, and I could smell the raw sewage outside the cell.
I have developed unfathomable strength too. I could break the bars of the cell like twigs and kick the cell door open with my bare-feet and I did. I broke out of the cell and was so close to escaping until one of the scientists shot me with over-the-top strength tranquilizer. It took me weeks to gather my strength again and by then, I was determined. I killed every last one of those scientists and walked out of the facility feeling remorseless. They deserved it, I told myself as I ran home to Grayson.
Gently, I intertwined my fingers with Grayson’s, careful not to grasp to tight and leaned against his shoulder. “What are you thinking about?”
I gazed up at the Ferris wheel where we once had our first kiss and smiled. “I am thinking of our first date.”