A freak accident granted Nikki unprecedented abilities. Existing in a society of superpower beings good and corrupt, her ordinary life will forever change when she learns about the threatening origin surrounding her powers.
"I'm almost at the ship," Tinara says. "You'll see once you're here."
Tinara has me slumped over her shoulder as she hovers over the Atlantic Ocean. I can barely wiggle. My stomach still hurts from her gut punch minutes ago. I can't even hold my head up to see where we're going.
"What are you going to do to me?" I say.
"I'll tell you later." She says. "For now, shut up."
"You fucking bitch." I try to wiggle to free myself. "Let me go!"
She does what I ask and drops me before beating the ever-loving shit out of me. Each kick and punch has enough force to keep me from falling. All I do is twirl, depending on the direction she's coming from. The last hit is a kick to my stomach. I vomit air before nearly blacking out. She slings me on her shoulder and resumes flying. At least her grip isn't as tight as before.
"Status," she says. "I'm approaching our ship."
Everything vanishes like someone turning off the lights in a room. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust. I'm in a narrow room with intricate triangular floor panels. Some of the triangles are shaped into an octagon.
"You'll wait in here," she says, turning into a room off the left. This place has the same floor designs but the triangles are larger. "Sit," she says, slamming me into a padded chair.
"Ugh!" I grunt and moan as I try to force myself upright. She claps her hands once. All of the lights on the ceiling and walls kick on.
"Stay right there," she says, pointing at me. "I'll be right back." She presses a button on her forearm. It lights blue, and then she steps back. A duplication of herself stays put while she walks out of the room.
"No fucking way this is real," I say, mumbling to myself.
"Oh, I'm real," the duplicate says. "I'm a security hologram." She further explains that she's programmed to alert Tinara the second I stand up. "Best sit and behave."
"Unbelievable!" Despite having a slight edge to test that theory, I'm forced to stay put. I hold the side of my head by holding it under my left hand while I picture every outcome. The palm of my hand accidentally pushes Christabell's earpiece into my ear. "I hope they can hear me," I say in my head. "Hey, hologram," I say out loud, sitting upright.
"Yes?"
"What if I gotta pee?"
"Pee in the seat."
"What if I got to shit? I can't do that when I'm sitting flat." The hologram doesn't answer. All it does is stare with an uncanny lifeless smirk. "Hello?" I wave my hand all over to see if the system is broken. The eyes track it everywhere it goes. "Did you hear me?"
"Enough of that," Tinra says as she steps into the room. She's in a different suit. It's mostly all white and less conforming to her body, unlike the first suit. One more extra bit that has me surprised is that she's wearing black glasses. She hits the button on her arm to shut off the hologram. "Put these on." She tosses silver cuffs on my lap. I'm getting a sense of feeling that whoever she is, she can't possibly be an Ovesse. The spacesuit, the glasses, and the police cuffs look far from alien.
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