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14

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It didn't even take a day to find Rebecca; she only lasted for only a few hours. Thankfully, Jack, the two of the triplets, and Reeva were returned safely. Apparently, when on the drive away, they hit an area where mutant-haters were around, they manage to blend into the crowd and walk away.

When hearing about Rebecca's return, Sage and Esme were quick to ensure I and my brother wouldn't be able to use her abilities. I had to be sure of that, so I went down to the training room, where she was held, and Andy was there with Jack.

Screaming and shouting echoed when walking into the training room, I slowly made my way to see what they were looking for, I was confused to see a polygonal black box, with Rebecca inside. Seeing from the screen that was inside, the girl was trapped inside, moving constantly in a circle.
As my brother had a monotonous face, Andy was left to be horrified by her capture.

"What are you doing to her?" Andy asked.

"We're doing what we have to, to keep her restrained," Sage answers, "She's just upset."

"Upset? You're keeping her in a windowless box. She's trapped in that spinning thing."

Jack replies, "She needs to be in total darkness and motion, so she doesn't twist her way out."

"She doesn't deserve this, at all. She's not crazy. She helped us with the heist. Without her, the mission would be foiled!"

"And yet, she's the same person to kill 30 people, causing humans to have a riot against us," My brother sassed.

"Andy, I'm sorry. Reeva said we can't risk having her escape again. We can't risk her hurting anyone," Sage says, referencing to me.

The Strucker looked to me, pleading with his eyes to say something. I didn't respond to him, I only looked back at Rebecca's personal prison, knowing that this was the right way this has to go.

Seeing that everyone wasn't on his side, on Rebecca's side, he ran out of the training room, obviously frustrated. I sigh walk to the screen that showed Rebecca inside.

She was scared and cried, but she was saying how she didn't do anything wrong, still justifying her actions. I was still and stuck to know what to think. She had to be there, she can't escape, and she was too irrational to even reason with her. But I still sympathize with her.

"I know what you're thinking," Jack tells me, "and you need to stop."

"Stop what?"
"Stop feeling bad for her."