Whispers of The Forgotten

Chapter 16 Daddy Dearest

I woke up in a padded room.

One huge tinted window was in front of me.

If there was a door, it was hidden.

My first instinct was that I was dead, that this was my Hell. The Asylum. That after what I'd done all those years ago, that I was banished here like all the other monsters after they died.

Or.

I was still alive. And whoever captured me decide this would be a great place to torture me. Because if they knew how much I needed to be in one of these, it would make sense.

It was the beginning of a bad joke.

I tried to sit up, but I only got an inch before I got pushed back down. As I examined, I found the problem. Golden bars secured me in place. And they were actually starting to make my skin itch.

Static filled the room, and a dark voice spoke.

"Gold. Does such a great job against your kind. Cancels your powers. And keeps you suspended."

I jerked again, but it was no use. So I went with my next best option.

Sarcasm.

"You know, I can move some. You might need to check up on your security," I shouted in the air.

The voice paused, then said, "Let me fix that for you."

The bars tightened, and I got slammed back onto the table. That wasn't what I was going for, but it's not like I was getting anywhere anyways.

"Do you know why you're here, Sapphire?"

The voice was so, so fimiliar. But I didn't let that stop me, "Not the slightest. But I have a feeling you're going to tell me."

A dark chuckle sounded through the room. "So charming. So beautiful. So powerful. I bet you've had an impact on everyone's life you've ever touched," he paused, "even people who have left."

Maybe it was just me, but I think I heard a bit of sadness in the last part. But I just rolled my eyes. "Oh, come on now. You're going to make me blush," I said sarcastically.

The person chuckled again. Definitely male. And that laugh, it lingered somewhere in the back of my mind. "Well, obviously you're here for protection, Princess. We can't have you getting yourself hurt. Or even worse, killed."

I laughed humorlessly, "I can handle myself."

The static started again, but then he spoke, "I know you can. And you have proved that today."

A sound of rolling started. It was like someone was opening a drawer or something. My eyes frantically searched for the source of the noise. And finally I found it.

A small T.V was coming out of the wall. With a click, it turned on. A video started to play. The place where I was at this morning was being filmed. The trees were on fire, and the ones that were completely burnt fell to the ground.

Miles of woods were destroyed.

Then it flashed to our town.

Tons of fallen trees had smashed houses.

People were huddled outside with what remained. The search team was going through the rubble, looking for people who could've been trapped. Or dead.

The reporters voice rang through the room:

"The Fire Department is ruling this as a disastrous forest fire caused by lightning. But, some witnesses say otherwise. Here is Eric Samuels, and his view on what he saw."