Mystery from Another World--MHA

Part 169: Meta Attack

Monama and Silk were blindfolded and then carried away, it felt like by someone who could fly.

When they were finally put down, it felt like they'd come pretty far.

The air was suddenly cool and damp...like the inside of a stone building.

All at once, the blindfolds were removed...

They were in a building all right...a stone courtroom, maybe? It looked like an old castle.

There was a table in there that looked more modern, and at it were sitting several Metas, some in long robes...

Silk hissed something-- Monama didn't know what. It was in Russian.

"Your excellency, High Father." The Metas who'd dragged them here bowed. "We brought you some hero spies we caught stowing away..."

The Higher Up Metas regarded them coldly.

Was this really happening? Monama felt dazed. This had happened so suddenly. It had changed a lot from what his original role in their plan was going to be...

He didn't care for how those older Metas were eyeing him too...like he might be a human sacrifice.

"That one looks kind of familiar," one spoke, in a grim voice, "Isn't he from a hero school."

"With that costume, he must be," another said a bit snidely.

But they didn't laugh.

Monama swallowed.

"Can't place the other one," the first spoke, "What is your name, woman?"

Silk answered in Russian, but not with her name.

"Does she not speak Japanese?" said the High Father.

"She...she did," the Fisher-hat protested, "She spoke it earlier. She's just faking."

Silk shook hear head. "Not good," she said in thickly accented Japanese...

Wow, she was playing it up. Monama was impressed she could even focus at such a time. Though what the point of playing like she couldn't understand them was...oh...

He really wished he could do a better English accent now. He could have faked not understanding either.

"But she spoke better!" The Fisher-hat was mad. "Don't you lie to us, girl!"

Silk gave him a very convincing blank look.

She was so slight and innocent looking for a villain, really, Monama half believed she didn't understand him.

Clearly the Higher Metas didn't doubt it.

"She's not useful then, but you, boy, what are you doing here? I suggest you answer honestly now, or we'll use force to make you tell us.aww .. Hmm, do we have any truth sensers on the island right now?"

"I'll check," one of the other robed ones answered.

They pulled out a phone...which looked really out of place in that setting.

It would have been funny...if it all wasn't so chilling.

Monama bit his lip.

"What, cat got your tongue?" the fisherman said to him, "You should answer respectfully to the Elders."

"Elders?" Monama finally heard himself say, "What is this, some kind of cult?"

"Cult?" The High Father sounded offended. "That is what they call us out there in that oppressive society, isn't it? But they're the cult, you foolish upstart. They are the ones who seek to bind us in their chains. We're the ones who have become free. Perhaps we may even free you, if you prove useful. What is your meta ability?"