*Six Hours Into Capture*
"Urhgh!" My mouth said as my face was being pushed against the mahogany table that I've been sitting at since the disguised voice at the intercom decided that he/she was going to force me to be a part of an organization they are having.
The "force" I suppose, was by physical means because soon after I refused to, a man with a white button down shirt and black pants had pushed my head down against the table.
I still didn't care. The brains behind the brawns in this hostage situation he/she liked to use to convince 4400s like myself is only making his job worse. Because he/she probably didn't know that I have a power.
And that power could get me out of this situation in a couple of seconds. Despite my situation of being beat up by a guy who thinks he is tough or doing it for the money, I smirked to myself, ignoring the cut lip.
It all just depended on whether he/she knew it. And from there, I can figure out what to do.
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Sorry guys for the really short chapter, I'll make it up for you with the next one. :D
I just wanna thank you guys again for reading and voting on my story, One Of The 4400, it means a lot to me.
Gonna finish the next chapter and hopefully both this and the other one will be written and published today.
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One Of The 4400 Part 1 & 2
Ficção CientíficaPart 1: "Holly, don't feel bad about this, she'll understand. She has to, you are her sister." Vance consoled. I could see him hug her, her head against his chest, like a lover's embrace. Her crying and sniffling. At that, I felt something in my che...
