[Center][H2][color=teal][b]Amara [i]'Mara'[/i] Nguyen[/b][/color][/h2]
[I]Location: Auditorium[/I]

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She never lifted her head, keeping her face hidden behind the vale of hair, as more teens filled the room. There were no more tears stinging her eyes just the dull ache that came as they drilled a hole into the floor between her feet. Shame still tinged her cheeks as she waited with fists balled up in her lap. Briefly she worried about leaving Mayrui and Myriam behind but she didn't want the two younger girls to see her. She couldn't face them after acting like a coward.

A lump lodged in her throat as two adults entered the room. Mara heard them first, the sharp clicking of their shoes as they casually made their way to the front. A woman was speaking. Her voice lilted with each word. The words rolled effortlessly as she addressed the room. A man took his place beside her; his face stoic. Mara lifted her head slightly, they didn't look like kidnappers. They were sharply pressed, academic and obscenely attractive in the light of things. 

She listen with dulled ears as the woman droned on about how this was in their best interest. That the kidnapping was for their health and well being. Her stomach churned as the ladies syrupy voice chirped brightly in the background. [I]'For my safety?!'[/i] the voice in her head spat. How was this for her safety? In all eighteen years of her life when did Mara'a freedom threaten [i]anyone[/i]? 

She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Sometime during the woman's speech her head had snapped upwards. Steely eyes fixed and glaring as they watched her mouth move endlessly. The tide of anger had turned once more. This never ending Rollercoaster of emotions was sure to burn her out fast but as her body slipped between indignation and shock she wasn't exactly in the right state to control them.

Her body quivered in anger. Mara could feel a sharp pain in her palms as her nails bit into the soft flesh but she didn't care. The pain was the only thing keeping her from screaming as the screen behind the pair lit up. There she was. Her face shining bright and clean. Mara could see the faint pink that stained her cheeks and nose. A smile toyed on her lips and generally she seemed to ooze subtle joy. The photo must of been taken during the winter. It was her favorite season after all. Just how long had they been following her?

[I]'Six.'[/i]

She made a mental note of her room that she had missed earlier. Mayrui's room was nearby which explained how she ended up in the wrong one before.

[I]Coaches?[/i]

What are they going to do here? What was the point? To help them learn their [i]abilities [/i] better? Then what? Release them back into their old lives?

Mara didn't buy it.

Luckily it seemed like a few others didn't either. A woman with a thick accent spoke first. The heat that laced her words matched the outrage Mara felt. Next was a boy, Mara recognized his voice from the hall as a string of strange words poured out of his mouth. She smirked though, understanding his body language as he moved to the front of the room.

Maybe she was caught up in the moment, maybe it was the seething anger that coursed through her veins but Mara found herself quietly standing up in the back row. 

[Color=teal]"And what of our families?,"[/color] her voice was almost hushed, unsure in her own thoughts and emotions, [color=teal]"What about our lives?!"[/color] there was more strength now as anger laced her words and dripped off her tongue. 

Mara slammed her fist into the nearby wall in frustration.

[Color=teal]"You can coat your bullshit in sweet words all you wish but don't dare act like this is for our sake. You [i]kidnapped[/i] us,"[/color] her voice wavered as emotion overtook her. Mara shook as she held up her arms so the duo could see the bruising that painted across her skin, [color=teal]"And what about when you're done, huh? What happens after all the tests are run and we pass or fail or whatever? Are you just going to dump us back into the world? Cause I'm not buying it. So cut your shit and be straight with us. We're never getting out of here are we?"[/color] her voice cracked on the last word. She could feel the tears slip down her face. The wet spots that soaked into her dress but she didn't care. They were going to see her. All of her.