It all started with a superhero, one who vowed to help save the world and use her powers for good....But how can one keep a promise if they don't remember making it?
What happens when the lines to right and wrong blur? When promises have to be broke...
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I tell the Arma's following me to wait outside. This is something I need to do alone.
I don't bother knocking before walking into the room and slamming the door shut behind me.
Allison looks up from the desk, her cool composure slipping for only a second before she regains it.
"Maliah, how nice of you to join me." She says with fake nicety.
"Cut the crap Allison." I say. "I've come here for information and you're going to tell me what I want to know."
"Or what?"
I twirl the knife around my fingers. I'm glad Niko taught me the trick, it makes me look cool as fuck.
"Or I'll start getting creative." I warn.
Allison walks around the desk before leaning against it and looking directly at me.
"You were always my biggest failure." She states.
"I was never your anything. I'm not some science experiment or a dumb child, I'm stronger than you are and I'm more powerful than you'll ever be." I say, taking a few slow, predetory steps forward as I speak.
"What is the point in power if you don't use it?" She asks.
Instead of answering her question, I follow it up with another, more important, question. Only, one way or another, this question will get an answer. "Where is prime minister Duncan?"
"Why would I know that?" She asks, faking indifference. I know she's lying. This woman is a lot smarter than she leads people to believe.
I give her a look as if to say, "Are you kidding me?"
"I know you know where he is." I state.
Damn, I wish I'd have brought Niko with me. If we hadn't have split up, he could've searched her mind for a location. Granted, I didn't know I was going to be the one to find one of my 3 old bosses.
"Do I, though?" She questions.
I give her a second to change her answer before letting go of the knife in my hands. It falls to the floor and impales her foot.
She doesn't let out a shriek or anything. The only sign of pain is a vicious scowl taking over her face.
"Whoops." I say fakely. "Looks like I dropped it, my bad."
"You think a knife to the foot is going to make me tell you the location to the secret government bunker?"
No. But one can be hopeful.
"Guess I'll have to improve my persuasion methods."
I scour my mind for any torture methods. Surely I can think of something, right? Water...."How about waterboarding? I think with my powers, I could make that happen." Yeah, I'm not doing that, but maybe the thought will scare her into confessing.
