Emma woke up. Her eyes opened slowly and she saw a white tiled ceiling above her. She tried to move her arm to brush the hair out of her face but it wouldn't move. She looked down and saw that her arms were tied down. She pulled against them but nothing happened. She realised her legs were also tied down. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Emma moved her head about to try and survey the room. It was a clean, brightly lit, private hospital room. The shutters on the windowed walls were all closed. She was getting more and more frustrated – she wanted to be out of here. The various monitors and machines she was hooked up to started to beep faster and louder. She started to struggle against the bonds that were holding her down. A moment later several masked men in scrubs hurried in a she continued to fight against the ties and her eyes widened in panic.

"Let me out of here! Why the fuck am I tied down?! Let m-" her shouts were muffled by a latex gloved hand clamping over her mouth. Several more pairs of hands pushed down on her arms and legs after she broke one of them in her struggling. She was dimly aware of a sharp stinging sensation in her right elbow. Emma managed to turn her head to see a syringe full of clear liquid being emptied into her arm. She screamed against the hand on her mouth and her left leg kicked its way out of the strap and knocked over one of the men. She carried on fighting and managed to knock over a couple more of the doctors before her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell unconscious back into the bed, a little blood spilling from her mouth where she had bitten her tongue.

When she awoke the second time she wasn't alone. There was a man standing next to her bed holding a chart and staring at it intently. He was probably in his mid-fifties; he looked fit and had a fair bit of grey hair

"How are you?" she was cautious – she didn't want what happened before to happen again

"Ah, Emma you're awake. I'm Dr Rosen. I'm here to help you"

"Could you untie me please? I'm not going to hurt anyone and I promise I won't try to escape" his kind eyes stared into her blue ones for a moment and he undid the bindings that were holding her arms and legs down

"Thank you" she massaged her wrists a little as she sat up properly. The Dr sat down in a chair next to her

"Now, I'm sure that you have lots of questions to ask so I would like to you to ask them and then you can answer a few of mine"

"Where am i?"

"In a hospital in America"

"How did I get to America?"

"Some people that I know but don't approve of brought you here"

"Why?"

"Because of your alpha ability"

"My what? I thought that was just some made up utube video"

"Oh it is very real. It is a mutation in your gene structure that has given you some extraordinary abilities" he stood up and started pacing. "In most people the brain produces dopamine, norepinephrine and epinephrine as what you would call anger. All hormones balance each other out so people brains are constantly producing these. All the level are regulated to avoid mental problems. Except for you. You produce a much higher concentration which doesn't dissipate like it's supposed to and the levels aren't regulated. It all comes at once or builds up over time which causes-"

"My episodes" she interrupted as the realisation hit her

"You gave them a name?"

"Of course I have – this has been happening since I was ten. I-I hurt my cousin so bas she was in hospital with a coma for a week. And I don't remember any of it. I only know because my parents told me what happened afterwards

"Has anyone tried to help you with this?"

"I've been taken to various psychiatrists – 23 to be exact – they had to keep moving me about because I had episodes in their rooms and hurt them. Some put me on medication but they gave me rally bad mood swings and short term memory loss" the doctor sat down again

"Emma. I want to help you. But you are going to have trust me ok? A friend of mine is going to talk to you – she has a special ability as well. She's going to try to help you to remember. Ok?" Dr Rosen got up and opened the door – a tall, dark haired woman walked in.

"Emma. I'm Nina"

"Hello" Nina turned to Dr Rosen

"She's British?" he nodded. She frowned slightly then dispelled the look on her face. She took Rosen's place in the chair and held Emma's left hand

"Now Emma. I want you to think back a few days. Emma could fell the woman kind of pushing her thoughts "what happened during the day"

"My alarm didn't go off at 6:30 like it was supposed to so I missed my normal train to school. The next one didn't come for ages so I was late for school. I got shouted at by my teacher for being late. In my rush to get the train I left some of my homework behind so I got into trouble for that too. I got detention so I had to stay afterschool for an hour and a half."

"What happened next?"

"when I final got home I sat down to do some work but my dad came in yelling at me for getting detention again. He doesn't really understand my problems" Emma hand suddenly gripped Nina's and she winced "oh my god – i-I killed my dad" she started shaking violently as she clawed at Nina's hand. "n-no not you too mum!" she started to cry. Nina was crying too – she could feel all these poor girl's thoughts. She tried to pull her hand away but Emma wouldn't let go. Rosen moved forward and pulled their arms apart. Emma fell back onto the bed, curling up into a ball beneath the covers. Nina looked at the welts forming on her wrist where Emma had held her.

"Are you ok?"

"That poor girl. No wonder the DoD brought her over here. She wasn't having a good week. That day just made it worse and then she just snapped. That explains the repression – no one should ever have to remember that" she wiped her eyes with sleeve of her black cardigan. "so what now?"

"we take her to the office. I want her to meet the others – she needs to know that she is not alone and that there are others like her. perhaps if I can help her work on her ability she might be able to control it better"

"Emma?" Nina asked

"No! I don't want to remember anymore!" she whispered from under the blanket

"Emma, please we want to help you"

"don't you get it? I killed my parents! Do you know what that makes me? I can't go home or anywhere! I'm dangerous" her body started to convulse with sobs again.

"Emma look at me" her voice was laden with her pushing power. A pair of re rimmed eyes poked out from under the blanket. "sleep. Please" Emma tried to fight it but she felt her thoughts being over powered and she fell asleep.