We Want To Be Normal SEQUEL{Sanders Sides Super Hero AU}

Chapter 33

TW: Prison (Kind Of), Hospital Setting, Mentions of injuries.

Wow, great reactions last chapter guys.  I totally didn't spiral into an anxiety attack thinking you hated the chapter and hated me. Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

Day One | Saturday | November 25th

Virgil woke up with a start, his nightmare slowly fading away as he stared up at the ceiling above him. He was tense as he lay on whatever sorry excuse for a bed he had been placed in, he had very quickly come to the conclusion that this was not his house, and what he remembers from his last few moments of consciousness was not another nightmare as he had hoped it to be.

Very slowly the boy sat up and took in his surroundings. He lay in an all-white room with tile floors and fluorescent lights. It was the size of a small bedroom, probably smaller, and had a smaller room taking up one corner and preventing the space from being a perfect square. The bed he lay in was thin and narrow, with a mattress that could barely be called a mattress and had white sheets and a white pillow. The sheets and pillow were probably the only decent thing about the bed. A desk and chair had been pushed into the corner, the desk bolted to the wall.

There were two doors in the room, one right across from him facing the bed and the other leading to the next room. The door to the next room was an actual wooden door, a normal one you'd find anywhere, whereas the door across from him was the type you see in sci-fi movies, metal and automatic. There were two cameras in the room, both set up corners opposite each other. 

Virgil slowly managed to regain control of his terrified body and move off the bed. He hugged himself tightly as he moved to check out the second room, hoping it might be something useful. It wasn't, not really anyway. The room was a half-bathroom. Meaning it had a sink, and a toilet. That was all. The nicest thing about the bathroom was probably the door, you could lock it.

There wasn't much else to say about the room. It was small, white, and pitiful.

Virgil returned to sitting on the bed. He had noticed his bag wasn't with him, neither was his phone, that also scared him. While he may not have anything that might come in useful in his bag, he did have some personal items inside it that he wished they'd have allowed him to keep. He had no powers, he wore a power suppressing cuff. Not that he'd be able to use it anyways, the lights weren't creating any shadows and since creating shadows wasn't a part of Virgil's abilities his powers would be useless anyway. He wondered if that had been on purpose, or if it was just a useful coincidence.

He sat hugging his knees to his chest where the bed met the wall and trying not to panic. With his head buried in his knees, Virgil began to rock back and forth and perform a number of grounding exercises that failed to do their jobs.

Five minutes passed and the metal door flew open with a whoosh. Virgil jumped, looking up at the two men that had entered the room. "Virgil Griffin, you are under arrest for the crime syou have committed under the name of Shadow-"

"I'd like my phone call," Virgil interrupted, immediately a wall had come up between him and the men in front of him, figurative of course. He was putting on the 'I'm not scared of you, I'm a tough guy' act he used when around those he couldn't trust. He had used it when he met Roman and the others and he had used it plenty of other times before. 

" 'scuse me?" the second man said.

"I get a phone call," Virgil told them factually, "I get a phone call and I have the right to remain silent until a lawyer or attorney  is present." 

When he had still been Shadow Master and living with Janus and Remus they had gone over a plan as to what they should do if they had been caught by the police. This was that plan, execute your Miranda rights, and stall until help arrives. Don't let them know anything. Keep a low profile while in the holding cells. If worst comes to worst and you get sent to prison establish dominance quickly. Do whatever it takes until you can get out.