Good vs. Evil

Chapter 11

BREE:

I awoke to gray, cracked concrete. My shallow, rugged breaths came out causing me to wince in pain.

"Good," a voice called from the darkness. There is barely any light in the room, in fact, the inly light seems to be a spotlight centered on me. "You're awake. I thought Marcus had beaten you a bit to hard."

Marcus? I knew Marcus liked me--that's why he kissed me after all, but kidnapping me? Beating me? This love is different than any I have ever heard of before.

I don't respond to this man.

"You can trust me, you know," he said. "You don't have to be scared. I just needed to get you away from that pesky, protective brother of yours...or, wait, isn't he more than that? Isn't he your boyfriend?" The voice seems to hold a smirk. I still do not respond to this man, wanting darkness to overcome me so that I can get away from this reality.

"Douglas, I hope you aren't scaring the girl to much." This voice was different. It seemed that this voice was more...in charge. I heard the sound of leather shoes tapping on the ground, signaling that this person was walking. I soon saw the silhouette of a tall figure. "Ah, the famous Bree Davenport. I apologize for the extreme extraction measures, but, well, we needed you here and not there."

"Obviously," I remark, sarcasm and venom drip from my voice without my trying to hide it. "But I have to ask, why take me and not me brothers?"

The one that was named Douglas started talking. "Because, your brothers will--"

"Douglas!" the voice yelled. "Now is not the time to explain such things! Go make sure that Android forty-six is ready for battle, then immediately get to upgrading Android one hundred-twenty. They need to be ready for the finale. Are these orders understood?"

"Yes, sir," Douglas replied weakly.

I heard feet shuffle to the door and the loud-BANG!-of a large door shutting.

"Hm...it is awfully dark in here, do you want some light?" The lights turn on and I shut my eyes automatically when the blinding white lights appear. I hear buzzing that I assume is the generator that powers the lights. "Much better."

I open one eye and then the other, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the immense amount of lighting around me.

Once I stop seeing white dots, I take in my surroundings. The room I am in is square covered in a dull gray color of paint on concrete. There is a single window that is barred across the room from me and a table in the center of the whole place. If you've seen a Interrogation Room in a police station, this is pretty much what it looks like.

The metal chair I am sitting on has metal arms. These arms are what my wrists are handcuffed to. I tried to use my super speed and ended up getting an electric shock that coursed through my entire body.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." He looks at me like I am a specimen under a microscope. "As you can tell, those handcuffs will shock you if you try and use your bionics. Not that you could, those handcuffs block all signal to your bionic chip."

This man was roughly 6 feet tall, wearing a black button down shirt and black pants with black leather shoes. He was bald with emerald green eyes and olive colored skin.

"Who are you and why do you need me here?"

"Oh, I'll be asking the questions today, Miss Davenport." He brings his hand to the table and clasps a manila folder that I had no noticed was there before. He follows my gaze to the folder. "Amazing, isn't it? I made this appear out of nothing."

"How'd you...?" Mr. Davenport has been trying to perfect teleportation for awhile, now.

"It's not teleportation, Ms. Davenport." He waves the folder in front of me. "This is a hologram."

A hologram?

"Yes, a hologram. Now, down to business. What are all of your bionic abilities...that you know of, of course. It seems that you don't know all of your abilities."

"I would tell you, but I'm assuming you already know." I remark angrily.

"Then tell me about Chase," he says in a way that I find very scary. "Tell me about Chase, and maybe we'll spare your life long enough for both of you to have your final goodbyes."

Final goodbyes? Final goodbyes?

"Yes, your final, meaning very last, goodbyes. Because trust me, you won't be seeing him ever again."