A Circuit of Time: Book Two of Spark (A MPHFPC Fanfiction)

Chapter One

"Don't be afraid, girl. If I want to hurt you, do you think I would hide in the darkest of forests?"

"Get the hell out of my head!" Emma shouted. She was trapped in a dark forest, the only source of light being the moonlight that barely shone through the canopy. A burning fury came forth from the depth of her memory upon hearing the voice.

"Don't be like that. I just need to know where you are."

"Go to hell!" Emma reached for her gun, but her holster was empty.

The voiced laughed loudly, "A gun? Really?"

"I will find you and personally torture you in front of the entire world until you can't never open your bloody mouth again."

"I would like to see that, really." The voice said casually, "But now I really need to know where you are. Why don't you just cooperate and give me the information yourself? It will be a lot less trouble for both of us."

"Go to hell!" Emma shouted again.

"That can be arranged." It replied.

Then Emma felt a torturous pain exploded inside her head. She collapsed to the ground as her memories were being dragged out from the back of her mind.

She screamed.

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Emma woke up screaming in a room that resembled the abandoned hospital wards she just walked through hours ago, except this one didn't seem abandoned. A woman in white robe who Emma assumed to be a nurse rushed to her side. "You're finally awake. How do you feel?"

"What? Where am I?" Emma asked, "And where's John and Blanche?"

"You are in Greenwood Medical Center. Your travel companions are in a safe place." The nurse assured her, but Emma didn't feel assured.

She tried to get up, but found her hands tied to the bed she was lying.

"Please understand we have some safety protocols—

Emma heat up her hand and burnt through ropes. The nurse gasped and grabbed the syringe on the nearby table, but Emma's leg slammed into her abdomen and knocked her down. Emma stomped on the nurse's back and reached out for the syringe. The nurse struggled as Emma injected the yellow liquid into her vein. Then she collapsed and remained still on the ground. Another man in white robe on the other side of the room saw Emma and ran at her with another syringe. Emma dodged his attempt to stab her and grasped onto his arm. He groaned in pain and let go of the syringe as Emma's heated palm burnt his skin. Emma shoved him aside and stomped on the syringe, its yellow contents splattered. The man struggled to get back on his feet, but Emma grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face to the wall. He fell down like a sandbag.

Then she heard a beep from the door, someone trying to get in. Emma picked up a surgical knife on the table and heat it up until the blade glowed red.

The door slid open. Emma thrusted at the newcomer.

The newcomer dodged sideways and tripped Emma over with her leg.

Emma picked herself up and slashed at the the person, but her arms were caught mid-air by a gloved hand and then slammed on a nearby operation table, her knife fell to the ground.

"Stop it, Emma." The person grabbed her shoulder with another hand and turned Emma to face her.

In front of Emma was a face so familiar that she started question her own sanity. A face that came to her every night just to remind her of the families she couldn't save.

"Olive?"

She seemed older now, and much tired. The hopefulness and optimism Emma used to find in her eyes were no more. The only thing that lingered was the stone-cold determination.