• I heard voices some where above me saying, “They were right about this one. She is quite unique.”

    I pushed myself through the haze of unconsciousness and woke up to a dimly lit room. I felt something firm yet slightly soft beneath me and looked at the gray bed. As I sat up, I felt a slight pinch at my chest, and looked at my uniform, only to find it blood covered and a gapping hole in it. But, when I lifted the jacket and white shirt, I only found blood covered flesh. There was no hole running through me or even a nick, there was only a circular shaped scar over my heart. No stitches, no bleeding. I looked up to find two people standing behind bars outside of my cell, watching me with great interest. I recognized the white coats with silver trim almost at once. They were Suriamin doctors and in contrast to what we learned in the academy, they looked quite normal. “Where the hell am I?” I questioned.

    The taller one with black hair streaked with silver looked into my eyes and said, “You are on The Massacre, our base ship. You are being detained until we can do further tests on your Suriamin healing capabilities.”

    I looked at him in sheer confusion. “Suriamin healing capabilities? What are you on? I was born and raised on Earth you moron. By Robert and Janina Villafane, my father and mother. I am human, through and through. Did you just smoke crack two seconds ago?” I questioned in frustration.

    “No, we are certain about the source of your healing abilities. Did you ever meet your father’s father? Did you ever notice that you were very resistant to getting sick? That you healed at an alarming rate? For example, four days ago you fought against a drone and crashed against the landing a full floor below, only to awake three days later? The injuries you actually sustained were, in fact, fatal. You broke several ribs, both arms, and your neck. At the very least you’d be permanently paralyzed. And yesterday, you were stabbed though the heart. Needless to say, you should be dead right now. All we did was remove the rod, your body did the rest.” He explained.

    My mouth was wide open in shock as he continued. “You see, this specific type of regeneration in only rooted in the Suriamin royalty. Your grandfather of your father’s side was our King Harlimel. The healing abilities must have skipped your father and gone straight to you. That would make you our princess. But we have to see how far your capabilities go. They seem to be off the charts, even for royal standards.”

    My mind finally started to process what he said, and it was not a pleasant surprise. “So, what you’re saying is that you want to torture me to find out how powerful my healing properties are?” I asked in shock.

    He shook his head slowly. “No, not torture you. You will be sedated for all of the tests. We aren’t allowed to torture royalty.” He responded.

    My mind was reeling as it all sunk in. I was their royalty? Me? It all seemed so surreal as the younger one with blonde hair looked at me and said, “We’re going to take you to your chambers now. Please follow us.”

    The older one unlocked the door to my cell and came in to usher me gently out. I walked out tentatively, ready for a trap, but none came. They led me down expansive corridors and into the main deck of the ship, which looked remarkably like our ship’s deck. When I walked into the room, someone said, “Princess on the deck.” And everyone stood.