Chapter 4 - Let Your Anger Grow

Dawn hears a familiar voice which gets her into some trouble with bots.

I had spent the next few hours alone with the ticking clock on the wall opposite the door. A bot had brought me food or what I suppose they consider food here. It was more of a flavorless paste and water but I ate it as if it was a delicacy. I was unaware of how long I’d really been unconscious but it left me starving.

"They say she had telekinetic powers," one bot controller passing by my room told another, "that's why they're afraid of her remembering. I mean, all these people had something weird and dangerous about them but that takes the cake."

“Ya’know I heard everyone in this ward was a fighter…” They left my range of hearing. I couldn't help but wonder if I was the one they were speaking about. Setting a spoon down in front of me, I crossed my legs and turned all my focus on trying to move it with my mind.
"This should be like riding a bike right? It should come back to me." I thought aloud. I spent an hour trying to move the spoon to no avail. Not even a single idea of how to move it came into my mind. I decided to give up. Other memories had been coming to me when something related triggered it so I suppose if I was the girl they spoke of a memory would have triggered. I fell onto my back and stared at the ceiling.
            “Hey! Can I get some real food?" I heard a familiar voice shout from outside the door. Immediately I perked up and walked to the small window in my door to look for the source of the complaint. Across the hall in another room, I met the gaze of the guy who had yelled. His dark eyes had been scanning for a staff member but found mine instead.
            “Valor?" I practically shouted. He stared with a look of confusion. He clearly didn't remember me. It was probably going to take more than my eyes to prompt his memories.
            “I'm Dawn!" My words were more of a plea than an introduction. His eyes widened and I could tell he was remembering now. He spoke again but it was too quiet to make out. Two bots approached our respective doors. I backed away as to not get hit when the door swung open. The bot zoomed into my room and roughly grabbed my wrist in its cold, metal hand.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Anger filled my voice. A syringe slid from out of it's other hand.       “WHOA, hey, I don't need that again." Struggling to get free of its grip, I whipped about which only caused me pain. With the syringe getting closer I began to panic. A switch flipped in my brain and I was in defensive mode. I kicked the bot in the head severing its connection to it’s neck on one side and causing it to dangle towards me. The syringe was still on it's mission but the hand that held me in place had become useless and limp. I ran to my only option of weaponry, the spoon.

“Please stand down, Patient 2-3-6.” The bots voice was disturbing now that I’d broken some of the wires keeping it alive. This gave me the perfect plan of attack.
"I will if you will!” I gleefully retorted before running towards the bot at full force and wedged the spoon into the slot where the head had disconnected from the neck. After some quick digging I deactivated it. The bot crashed to ground and uttered some frightening noises. Seemingly successful, I was proud until I realized the world going fuzzy and the syringe empty on the floor.
"Oh, hell." I hit the tile with a loud thud.

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think! This chapter is longer than the others but still short. I'm trying to make them longer (and therefore better detailed) than the original version I post on the app.