Not Just Another Number

Interrogated

Sarah's POV

I spit out a large glob of blood as a Russian guard glares at me, rubbing his knuckles. "Th-that the best you got? My grandma can hit harder than that." I tease, feeling blood drip from my lips.

"Sarah, stop antagonizing them!" Christine scolds me. She's tied up in a chair behind me. We're back to back, tied to chairs, as the Russians try to interrogate us. Luckily, I've been the only one who's been hit so far.

Probably because of my smart mouth. The Russian guard grabs my hair, making me face him. I hide my wince and glare hard at him. If only my powers were working, I could burn this bitch so easily. I sit still as he leans down, closer to my face.

"I'm going to ask you this question again, Suka. Who do you work for?"

"How many times I have to tell you, bastard? I work for a god damn ice cream shop called Scoops Ahoy." I laugh in a mocking tone. For that comment, he punches me again, making me cry out in pain.

Christine struggles behind me. "Stop hurting her! We're telling the truth!" I clench my fists and try to heat up, but nothing happens. C'mon stupid powers. Be useful! The Russian guard pulls at my hair again, making me face him once again.

I can hear him growl under his breath, obviously extremely annoyed with me. "I'm going to ask you one last time. Who do you work for?" I gather all of the blood and spit in my mouth and spit on him.

The blood hits him straight on his nose. He lets go of my hair, wiping away the blood. "I've told you already asshole. I work for an ice-cream shop. You really think I would dress this dorky on purpose?! Please, how stupid can you be?"

He glares at me and punches me in the gut. I start to cough, feeling the air leave me. He punches me again, for good measure I'm guessing. "Fuck!" I yell out in pain.

"Stop please!" Christine begs.

The Russian guard looks over at her before smirking down at me. He takes a step away from me and looks back at Christine. "You seem to care much for this girl. Wonder what would happen if I..." He trails off.

He grabs my throat and pulls me closer, choking me slightly. Christine yells again, struggling more. "Tell me the truth, and your friend here with suffer less."

"Christy, don't tell him shit!" Another punch.

"We told you the truth! We just work at the mall. She was missing a shipment, so she asked me to go with her to check the storage room. While in there, it turned into an elevator, and that's how we got down here!"

The guard tsks and tightens his grip on my neck. I sputter out a breath, feeling the constriction. "I swear!" She urges, sounding desperate. "L-listen to her y-you ass." I hiss with the little breath I have.

The guard glares at me again, but he lets go of my throat. I gulp down air greedily. He moves away, walking over to the door next to us. "Seems like the loud one is swaying your words. Maybe the doctor can help with that."

He turns away from us and leaves out the door, locking it behind him. I slouch, feeling my face ache. I groan and squeeze my eyes shut.

I feel Christine move behind me, trying to face me. "Sarah, stay awake. They're getting you a doctor, okay? You'll be fine."

I scoff and roll my eyes, despite the pain. "Please, I doubt the doctor is anything good."

"Just stay awake then!"

I shake my head and feel a sting go through my temples. I wince and bite my lip, splitting it further. What's going on now? "Sarah, what happened? Are you okay?" Christine worries.