Greetings, my fellow literature-interested-person!
*cough I'm stupid cough*
Please sit back and try to enjoy this relatively short story.
Please, do not say I copied or did anything; this is a story entirely thought of in my mind and my mind alone. So if it seems like another plot from someone else' ideas..... just save that comment for somewhere else. I haven't got the time to read everything.
WIP NO COMMENTS PLEASE!
I have the plotline in my head, but I'm mostly writing this as I go. Please bear with me...
"Where are we going, Momma?"
The woman holding Rayiss's small, chubby hand made no reply. Her face was hidden behind a curtain of brown hair, but a few tears could be seen glittering along her cheeks.
Rayiss lifted her dark green eyes from her mother's face and looked around. They were walking at a fast clip down a seemingly abandoned street. Tall, dark buildings loomed overhead on either side, glistening in the moonlit rain that pelted down in the night. Rayiss shuddered and mewled a bit, her green eyes confused and frightened.
"Here, my love... Listen to me." Her mother had knelt down suddenly and clasped Rayiss's tiny hands in her own. "You must be strong. Never give up. Just keep going... I love you..." Her words seemed strained as they whispered through her lips. She leaned down and kissed Rayiss's forehead.
Rayiss now felt her eyes well with tears. She didn't know what was going on; she was just a bewildered little girl holding her parent's hand. "Momma...."
A pair of tall men strode out of the shadows, cloaked in dark coats and hoods. "This her?" one asked.
Rayiss had no time to scream for her mother before she was grabbed by the men and carried away. She felt a cloth against her chubby face, and just before she faded off, she caught a glimpse of her mother far off down the street, head bowed.
That night came back in a flash when Rayiss awoke, her eyes snapping open. Groaning, she sat up and tried to lift a hand to her head. What...what's this? she wondered when she discovered a series of slender tubes connected to her forearm. They clicked together when she shifted.
Looking around, she spoke. "Hello...?"
Her voice was raspy. It cracked from disuse. Clearing her throat with a painful cough, she tried again. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
She was strapped loosely onto a table in a dimly lit room. The walls were a solid white, and the floor was light gray. Everything was spotless; though that everything only included the table she was on and the lamp that flickered dully nearby. The door was tall and thin with no window, just a plain white door.
When nothing happened, Rayiss leaned back on the table and breathed out, trying to straighten her thoughts.
Where am I? What happened? Why... Why am I here?
Nothing else was in her head other than those questions and the memory of when she'd been left by her mother. Her mother.... It seemed so long ago when she'd last seen her.
An abrupt opening of the door triggered a quiet scream from Rayiss. A few of the tubes on her body fell off and hung limply from the place they came out of the wall behind her.
"Hello, Rayiss Ssidere," the man who'd walked in said. His face was covered with a white mask with no apparent slits for eyes or breathing. A pure white coat covered his body.
Ssidere.... "Is that my name?" she asked aloud.
After a loud chuckle, the man replied, "No. It is what you are, Rayiss. You're a Ssidere."
A what?! The inquiry exploded into her mind. What on earth was a Ssidere?
As if reading her thoughts, the man with the white mask explained. "A Ssidere is a being who has the ability to adapt to any environment, mindset, or physical feat. Anyone could come along and quickly teach you how to do anything they wanted, and you would form to it. For example, you could simply reach your mind out to an Olympic swimmer and gain all of his or her swimming abilities. Though, you cannot keep changing and gaining different abilities this way. Your body can only handle so much." He motioned to her delicate-looking figure. "You are one of the rare ones; a female."
Rayiss looked down at herself. She was clothed in a thin gown with a button-up front. They made a pattern all the way up to her throat, but Rayiss paused when she stared her her chest. Wait... WHAT?!
She was set into a state of shock when she saw how she'd changed. She had a very pretty figure, not the childish roundness she had before. She was definitely 'womanly'.
"H-how long have I been here?" she asked, eyes wide and her entire body trembling.
"Exactly thirteen years."