What The Meteor Left Behind... (ON HOLD)

What The Meteor Left Behind...3

(SO I HAD TO REWRITE THIS!! UGH.)

I left Caleb watching me through a closed door, not even bothering him to enter my new 'room'.  But hey, I need to shower and change!

I swiftly closed the door behind me, and I looked around.  I saw a balcony straight ahead, with light cream curtains flowing down it.  Next to me, I saw a chocolate brown door, which could only mean it's either a bathroom or a closet.  I couldn't see the actual bedroom, because of the hallway, but I did see another brown door and before that, a huge T.v on a matching chocolate-y brown dresser.

I turned to my left, in hopes this was the bathroom, and was about to reach for the door knob, when a girl's voice chirped:  "Hi!  You must be Serafina!  Welcome home!"

I shrugged off the annoying voice, since the person who spoke it was no where in sight.  Maybe I'm seeing things?

I reached for the door knob, at arm's length apart, when the door opened on it's own account and a girl appeared right before me, not from behind the door, but in the space between the door and I.

"That's a closet."  The voice said, just as the girl appeared.

"Holy crap!"  I shriek, and stumble backwards.  But, to my luck, there was a wall behind me which stopped me from falling, but managed to injure my confused head.

"Oh!  I am so sorry!  Here, let me help!"  She helped me up, as best she could, but realized to late that my hands were cut up and bleeding.

"Wow, your hands!"  She also noticed I was dripping wet, and thus gently lead my cold body to the other chocolate door.

"Here is the bathroom.  I see that you wanted to shower since,"  Her eyes took in my disheveled hair, my torn and wet clothes, the dirt caked in in any crevice or skin it could find.  "I'm sorry about before.  I didn't mean to frighten you.  I'm only just mastering my gift.  I'm a Shifter, if that wasn't obvious enough."  She said, sort of mekely.

"Hey, it's fine.  And that's, uhm, cool that your a Shifter?"  I ended in a question, because I still have no idea what she's talking about.  Maybe she is here for mental issues?

"I'm just gonna..."  I pointed to the door, and she nodded, walking off in search of something to do while she waited for me.

I pulled open the door, and shut it just as fast, taking in the elongated bathroom.

Before me lay two joined sinks, counters made of marble the color of cream with gold flecks.  On the wall was placed a long mirror, covering the whole length of the two sinks/counter.  Next to the sink was a single toilet, the color of white, and before that lay two showers side by side, encased in marble of shades of browns  and golds, and glass as the doors.  They were not connected.  Then on the wall opposite the sinks and toilet held a two windows, simple squares, and made of mottled glass, where you can see out, but not in.  In between the two windows stood a frame, and the frame had a picture of a flower in it.  The flower and frame matched the color scheme.

I started to peel off my clothes, placing them in the clean sinks.  But the colors changed to a murky brown as the sediment and water seeped off the clothes and down the drain, leaving a trail behind it.

I took out my hair next, and carefully opened one of the shower doors.

***

I wrapped a golden, fluffy towel around my raw, red body.  It's raw because I scrubbed off all the dirt and also, I was frightfully cold and needed my blood to start to circulate.

"Hey, can I come in?"  My roommate's voice called from behind the door.  I still do not know her name.

"Yeah, I'm decent."  I called back, and the door opened and shut again.  She came in with a robe and an outfit neatly stacked for me.  I smiled gratefully before starting to dress.  I've been in a locker room before, so I have no shame as my mother used to call it.  My mother...  She's dead now.  I'm still numb with mourning.

"So I still have yet to tell you the ropes about this place, haven't I?  Oh, and my name is Amunet Richmond.  (AN: ALL the names I use have a special meaning to them! Except Terry or Caleb, they were named after people I know.)  As you already know, I'm a Shifter, and I was brought here, just like you, to investigate and arrest people who commit huge felonies, also known as 'big bad rich guys who can't get laid'."  She quoted while rifling through her cabinet below the sink.  I couldn't help but laugh, before she continued going.  "We take these guys down in teams, and everyone here is nice to one another even though we belong to different teams.  My team is called Turmoil.  It's so stupid, but the leader picked the name."  She stood up with a box in her hand, but she knocked over a few bottles by accident.  I helped her pick them up before she continued again.

"Working in a team is what pays your stay here.  If you don't work, off you go back to the life you lived before you came here.  It's like college, where you come to learn and harness your gift, but you still need to pay the tuition.  In this case, the tuition is rent and your job is to serve the agency.  You get a mission once every few weeks, so you don't have to 'risk your life' every day."  She noted my expression, of pure horrid.  "No, we use technology from the agency that allows us not to be killed unless stripped from this technology, also known as suits.  But what they don't entirely know is that we have our own technology that we cannot be rid of."  She pointed to herself, and took the contents out of it.

She came over and started putting on medicine before wrapping my hands with the gauze.  "So, now that you know practically everything, mind telling me how you came to be here?"

I repeated my story for her, in full detail, including the thoughts I had.  I finally ended my conclusion with gesturing around myself and at her.

She was dying with laughter, snorting out:  "Wait, so your the girl that flipped Caleb Jenson flat on his back?!  That's beyond hysterical!"  I joined in with her, but then she stopped and spoke quietly:  "But, I'm so sorry about your family.  I can't believe that happened.  I'm really sorry."

I stopped laughing, too, and said 'It's okay...'.  She hugged me, and I hugged her back, before she asked what had happened to my hands again.

"I fell in a puddle and when I landed, I cut my hands on these strange, jagged rocks scattered around town.  I've never seen them before.   And I ignored the pain and started to run off in the directions of the creek.  I think I may have cut my feet, too, but I don't remember."  I didn't have shoes on, there wasn't time to get them.  But even if I did cut my feet, how come it didn't leave a trail of blood?

I slowly sat down on the toilet and pulled one of my feet onto my knee.  And that's when I heard a gasp.

"Holy crap."  Was all Amunet could respond with, and I decided to see what she was talking about.

"Oh.  My.  Gosh."  I mustered, barely fluttering my fingers over the wound.

My foot had shreds of skin left on it.  The weird part was though, I never felt any pain as I walked.  There was no blood, too.  Only a clear liquid oozing out of it.

"I need a medical team, stat."  She spit through some earpiece, before grabbing more medical boxes and trying to wipe at the clear liqiud.

The medical team unlocked the front and bathroom doors and came running in to see me.  One of the guys my age lifted me up and placed me on a now present stretcher, and before I vanished down the hall and into a room, I noted the two other guys my age and the one girl looking around fifteen.

What shocked me most, was that she was my cousin.