⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ୨━ 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔰 ━୧ CHAPTER ONE━━━ act i.- prisoner of the mind and war
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"she'll be no use to you if she's dead"
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--𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 ringing when she woke up. The room spun around her, shifting, morphing, phasing; it was so dizzying.
Paisley brought her hands up to her field of vision, watching as they phased in and out, multiple images of them straying away from the original before disappearing all over again.
She pushed her hand to cement wall in front of her, expecting for it to fall through. It didn't. Her heartbeat spiked as she tried again, over and over until she was left banging on the wall.
"Paisley," a disembodied voice called. She whipped her head around frantically, searching for the source of the sound. She knew that voice.
"Jes-sse?"
Paisley's voice echoed, chorused as phantoms of her moved in and out of her physical form-the form that was slowly losing its hold.
"Jes-jesse, where am I?"
There was a pause before she spoke again. "Zoom's lair."
Realization settled in her as her memories came rushing back. She had been fighting a meta, but it was a trick. A distraction. Before she knew it the monstrous speedster overpowered her. She might as well have been dead.
"Where a-are you?"
Jesse was panting, she sounded hurt. "In a cell...I can only assume next to wherever you are. Paisley look-your condition it's only worsening. I can hear it."
"I know," she grunted, tears streaming down her cheeks. "It hurts." It only came out as a cry, a pained expression on her and her phantom's faces.
"Please," Jesse cried out, but Paisley couldn't see to who. "She'll die in here."
"Stop...speaking." His voice was like a rumble of thunder, shaking fear into the girls' hearts.
