Sue
The silent lock of the door, shutting the room air-tight, a noiseless cut to the outside world was unwelcoming but unavoidable. Sue barely turned to survey her room when she fell to her knees and cried. Her fall made no impact; the softened cushioning of the walls and floor made effective noise absorption to control her. Air ventilation was circulated by an indirect flow of air-conditioning from wherever her room was. Cushioning was a light tan-brown: black was unperformed to relax heat gain from light – though this was pointless since there were no windows to her room. It was a box. It was a prison that had a bed, writing table, a dartboard. Not even a TV. Practice held that newspapers, notices and orally-spoken updates by caretakers were made for her to keep abreast with school.
Unbeknownst to the one boy that followed her, his footsteps echoed loudly, she knew he followed her. She wished he didn’t. It was a dangerous feat. An admirable one though. A nice thought that someone tried. Sue kept that happy thought with her as she turned to her bed. Reading the notices, she noted several important dates and some of the classrooms needing to be headed to. It was a dreaded thought to have to go to class with people. There would have to be arrangements for her accommodation which would make her the black sheep of the flock. A long sigh, but nothing comes out but breath.
A light emitted from the top of the door, noting that someone would enter. Her room was ergonomically designed to help her notice the light and door with her grabbed attention. A man in black called to Sue, “You’re called to P.E.. Get ready.”
Sue nodded in reply, with a grim smile and eye contact quickly distracted to the floor. Sue reached for her bags, brought in early before her arrival and pulled out a jacket. The gym ought to be cold, so she thought. The man moved and held the elevator open for her, gesturing her to move.
“Sue is moving, positions ready?” The man spoke to her earpiece. “Sniper team is go, ground teams are go,” Sue heard, the man glaring at her at the corner of his eye. “Over,” and the elevator door reached the ground floor.
They moved together in unison around Sue, protecting the one asset they had against evil forces out there. Sue simply looked at the ground on her way to the gym, her hands in the pockets of her orange jacket, complimenting her crimson red hair. It was ominous and curious as to why she had to have protection and not the other superpowers out here. People were just as destructive as she was, if not more. It was explained to her that her powers were passively powerful, and it was risky to leave her alone but really that could happen to anyone. Someone out there really wanted Sue on their side. Someone out there really wanted Sue safe.
They were closing in on the gym, snipers ready across and on the rooftops nearby. She was left to the front door. Sue walked forward, looking at the crowd far beyond where they were, reeling in how large the campus was, savouring the moment of a brief freedom. She turned back and the people inside had produced enough sound to cause people to wince in cringe and fear.
