Marionette and the Blue Demon (Rewritten)

Chapter 38 Prisoner

{ this chapter contains Prisoner Abuse Viewer's discretion is advised. }

-Airmed-

I woke up with a pounding headache. My vision was still blurred, and my left eye felt as if it had a red filter over it. My body was aching in unimaginable pain, throbbing in some places while stinging in others. But I could feel the coldness of the steel underneath me. My hands behind my back cuffed.

I opened my mouth to speak, but it was too dry from the smoke from the fire. I let out a small whimper, hoping that someone could hear me. But no one answered.

I blinked hard a couple of times to clear my vision. The blurs slowly came into focus.

I was in a steel jail cell with metal all over, ceiling, floor, walls, and even the door was metal with a window with metal bars to keep people from crawling out.

Once the adrenaline started to wear off. I felt the full force of the pain running through me. Painful moans escaped and then got louder before they turned to screams. I could hear voices before heavy foot steps coming to my door.

The door swung open, nearly missing my legs. "Airmed, it's okay. I got you." The voice and the way the lady looked was of my stepmother. But they way she talked was nothing like her.

"Yo-you not her." My voice was shaky from pain and fear.

"Why do you say that, love?"

"Because. She was never kind." Tears rolled over my face. As much as I wanted her to finally give a shit about me this person, this thing was not her.

The clones' eyes widened, and then they looked away before moving back a little to morph into their normal form.

There stood a 7 foot man with purple eyes and dark skin. He was wearing a white uniform, almost like he was a doctor.

"I'm sorry, dearie." He voice was low and deep. He kept his purple eyes away from me in shame like he understood full-on what I meant. Once the moment was over, he tenderly grabbed my arm and placed his free hand on my back.

"We are gonna wash you. You're covered in soot, and we don't know where you were bleeding from other than a cut on your head. " With a soft pull, he helped me to my butt and then I was able to pull my legs underneath me to stand.

I was still wobbly, but he had a firm grip to make sure I didn't land on my face or fall back down.

"Now we all know your quirk because of your files, but you will still have these cuffs on. They are quirk canceling. That way, you can't do your thing when someone touches you." I softly nodded to let him know I am listening.

He directed me into the hall. The walk was quiet as he led me down white walled halls. I could hear the buzzing of the florescent light strung in the ceiling.

After a few turns, he led me to another steel door. His hand on the turn handle he spoke. "Once inside, we will unlock your cuffs."

He opened the door and ushered me inside, and closed the door behind me. With a click of the door, I heard it locked, and my hands were free from my back, but still had the cuffs as bracelets.

With some freedom, I pulled my hands to my chest and rubbed the rawness away from my wrist.

Looking closely, I could see they were they were like the ones we were training with when I was at HA. There were like bubble cuffs with special metals inside to stop any quirk from working but canceling them out by touch.