Talented Flame

Judging from the current experience alone, I really hate coma.Because every time I wake up, the situation is not very good.

But waking up this time was surprisingly comfortable.

Pale yellow walls, blue sheets, empty solid wood wardrobe, and an ivory white sofa chair in the corner of the room.

This is my room at Olivers HQ.It's just that the closet is different from my impression. The clothes in it may have been moved to other places.

I looked around. There was no one in the room. On the bedside table was the mask I wore when fighting the Purifiers, and the largest jewel stood next to it.I pulled the quilt off my body and found that the red coat Andy gave me was no longer on me, but a tube top made of some kind of very resilient cloth with a bandage on my abdomen.

"Hiss," I wanted to get up and get out of bed, and as I moved, I felt a tearing pain in my abdomen.

Ok, fine.

The body armor of the Sentinel Special Service is really not very good, and it doesn't prevent much.

I draw flames in the air with my fingers, but the ability is not what I imagined, just a few sparks.

It should be the weakened ability caused by excessive blood loss.This is not very good, if the ability cannot be recovered quickly, it will be very troublesome, and Rewa will not be happy.

I speed up the driving ability, but was stopped by a lazy voice: "Seriously, you'd better not do that, playing with fire is very dangerous." Nick did not know when the transmission came in, and he was sitting on the sofa chair superior.

"...Nick, didn't we agree to go through the door later?" Seeing him, I felt more at ease and put out the fire in my hand.

His lazy look gradually disappeared, and his expression became weird: "...have we met?"

?

There was a sudden silence in the room, he observed me carefully for a while, opened the portal and left.

"Hey, wait..."

...goes so fast.

Not long after, there was the sound of a key biting the lock and turning at the door. I raised my eyebrows and saw two people walking in, with Nick following behind them.

I was doubly surprised by the faces of those two people, "Um, my God, I thought you were dead, so glad to see you."

I've seen Doria and Adams countless times in newspapers, wanted notices, or books.Even though I haven't seen them in person, I still feel very close every time I see their photos.

Now that we meet, I think it may be because of their easy-going temperament.

Hearing my words, the two were startled for a moment, but Doria still said in a gentle voice: "Please don't be afraid, this is Olivers' house, your room. You are safe here."

"Well... yes, of course I... am not afraid." I noticed something was wrong, "Why are you so weird?"

"Can you please tell me how you know Nick's name?"

I retreated reflexively, but my body failed me, the center of the gauze lit up visibly with the naked eye, and I knew it was my blood.

"No, no, please don't be afraid, you were shot when you came here, and we stitched up your wound."

"Yes, yes, I just..." I leaned on the mattress and stood up with difficulty, unfortunately feeling as if the blood was bleeding more, "Andy, where is Andy? Where is he?" I Knowing that Andy will never leave me alone in Olivers, why would he stay here.

"I'm sorry, Miss." Adams said in a thick voice, "We don't have anyone named Andy here."

After only hearing this sentence, I don't know anything about the rest. The sense of chaos in my memory came again, making me understand that I fainted again.

Purple Portal, Clarice, Andy, Tornado...

All kinds of scenes are intertwined in the memory, and it seems that it is no longer the same, and everything has become bizarre.

The orange-red color of the flame tornado gradually expanded and sucked me in.I struggled so hard to get out, but in the end it was just...

A piece of light made people's eyes hurt, and it was only after I focused my sight that I realized that it was the headlight in my room.

It seems that I have been dizzy all afternoon, and it is night now.

"You're awake." Doria was sitting next to my bed. "I'm sorry we restrained your body, but for your health, you really can't open the wound anymore."

I tried to move my body, but found it difficult to realize this wish, "Who the hell are you? Let me go!"

"I am Doria Olivers, and Adams is my husband, whom you met before; and the first person you met, who is your cousin here, and we are yours here... "

"Stop repeating that lie," I said coldly. "You've made a mistake. There's no way Nick doesn't know me, and I know the real Doria and Adams are dead."

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"We didn't mean any harm, we just took you back from the street for treatment. I would like to tell you more, but I have to wait for your health to improve."

Her tone was friendly, and I couldn't find any hint of harm in it, and there was no disgust in her eyes.

If this is a ruse by the "Purifiers", they should hate mutants.

I remembered the portal that Nick used to leave my room before, that was indeed his skill, and no one else could replicate it.

In this case, either I forgot something, or they forgot something.Judging from the performance of these three people so far, the most likely problem is myself.

"Okay, I'll calm down," I said to her, "What time is it?"

"At nine o'clock in the evening, you were unconscious for two hours," she replied.

"...Is Nick asleep?"

"I don't know much about it," Doria said, "I can ask for you, do you want to find him?"

"Yes, Thanks."

Doria gave me a smile and went out the door.