Insane Without You

TORTURE

The young girl awoke in a room in the basement. However she didn't know that, all she knew was the fact that she was still somehow alive in a room. 'Or was it hell or heaven?' The young girl thought but nope. The girl then felt the sharp pain in her stomach return. She groaned and slowly got up, though she was in a different uniform...a cleaner and blood free one. The girl lifted her shirt, to reveal her wound wrapped in bandages. The girl looked around, confused. There was nothing just a hard concrete floor and glass walls, the girl banged on the glass. Soon beginning to panic. She wasn't sure what had happened since she got shot. A million questions pouring into her head.

But to her horror, it was like the room was shrinking, it was like it was getting smaller. The girl hated small places and it made her anxiety just escalate. She wanted to see Number Two, make sure he was alright...KNOW that he was alright. But the room just got smaller and smaller until eventually she was practically getting crushed by the walls. The young girl screamed for help, agin and again. But nobody came...nobody came to save her. The girl sat down, hoping it would help for her not getting squished to death, though this position just made the wound on her stomach ache of pain, but before she knew it she felt a pressure at her fingertips and a loud bang, Number Eight opened her eyes slowly only to be seen by the concrete walls that were just crushing her were in pieces...crumbled. And the ash and powdered smoke filling the girls lung made her cough uncontrollably. She was stunned, and to her suprise she didn't even realize her fire was surrounding her body.

The room was tense and filled with silence, though for Number Eight she was too busy with thought and thoughts and thoughts pouring into her but all with no answer. Her Fire never left her body. And she didn't know how much time had passed or how much longer she'd be in the room. All she wanted was to leave the room, to be with Number Two or four or even Five by this point. The girl was scared and confused and desperate,
She had tried using her fire or her energy manipulation to get out of the room but it was like the glass walls were 'unbreakable'

Finally, with much effort she gave up. And with no windows or any openings to the outside world of sunlight or even moonlight, she couldn't tell wheaten it was day or night. Number Eight was exhausted and with the ache of pain still on her stomach just making matters worse. This was torture to the girl.

But she didn't know what was coming her way...

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It had been a quite a long time since number Eight woke up in the glass room in the basement. The girl marked the days with a chipped piece of concrete she found on the wall...3 days. It had been 3 days that the girl had been in the room. No food, no water, no nothing. This made Eight weak, the poor girl was starving and thirsty, her mouth now dry, her stomach growling for food. But there was none, the girl couldn't even use her power anymore, she was too weak, too hungry, too thirsty.

The girl had even stared hallucinating, she dreamed of having a juicy burger with fries and milkshake, oh how hungry she was. She dreamed of being with her siblings and her mother, even her father for fucks sake. She was despearte by this point, banging her head weakly on the glass wall. Though what she notice yesterday about the wall was it was glass, indeed it was but you couldn't see anything after the glass just glass, nothing beyond that.

And finally, the girl heard the door open. She stood up, hoping for the best. To see one of her sibling, her mother, father, even pogo maybe. And indeed, it was her father. He stepped inside the room with a bottle of water. He handed it to the girl and then he spoke.

"Well that was the first part of your training number Eight. Though I can't guarantee you that it will be better, I just want to see how strong and powerful your abilities just may be," Her father said, thus the girl had already finished the whole water bottle, her thirst satisfied. But she was still hungry, however she could focus better.the girl cleared her throat and asked the question she had been longing the answer for.

"What happened after I...well I got shot?" The girl asked timidly. As she looked up at her father.

"Well we brought you home of course, Grace stitched you up and helped you. But you did loose lots of blood and Number Two gave you some of his. You were unconscious for four days,"

The girl felt he left some details out of his little story of what happened, but she didn't question it, instead she simply tried to read her father's mind. But was distracted by when her father spoke again.

"Well we will now begin your training,"

Her father said as he left another two water bottles in the room before walking out.

That was the one last sentence she heard her father say to her before....before all hell broke loose.

All the pain, more pain....

All the screams...

All the darkness....