Ultramarine -- REWRITTEN

Two. [c.h.] -- REWRITTEN

          I was a threat and that made me powerful. My knowledge made me powerful; my knowledge made me a threat. Yet I was in a position where my power and knowledge trapped me in the place I'd despised for years. Even though I hadn't experienced the moment, I had imagined it millions of times. My imagination was bursting to life, and I could put faces to people who had pressed the trigger, and maybe where his head had split open on the concrete. Now, I was powerless.

          I observed the chamber I stood in. A small cot sat on one side, and didn't look long or wide enough for my five foot nine inch frame (I tended to spread out). The chamber was small. If I spread my arms out at my side, the tips of my middle fingers would graze the concrete wall. There were no windows, and there was a slight chill to the area. I looked on the other side where a large slot was carved into the wall. A circular light that illuminated the room sat on the back wall. Underneath it, a small shelf with two drawers occupied some of the space.  The fourth wall in front of me, though, was gone. How did they expect to keep me in with no wall or door?

          Brian stood next to me, swaying back and forth gently. I looked over at him, meeting his soft gaze as a pitiful smile fell on his cherry lips, golden facial hair curving up as he did so. I didn't need his pity. In result, I made a joke.

          "These people are savages."

          His facial expression shifted to one of confusion and amusement. I clarified, waving my hand around the room.

          "No windows." Then, Brian chuckled, no longer pitying me. Maybe he'd realize that I'd be fine, or maybe I'd find out what they really have in store. "I could run right now," I hummed.

          "I wouldn't stop you," he winked.

          Faint talking grew louder, and Brian cleared his throat.

          "Nevermind."

          He knew that he'd be in trouble for casually associating with me. I am the enemy. I watched as his stance tightened, and his hands grabbed my wrists. We both understood that we'd never see each other again, but secretly hoped that our shared thoughts were false. For him, that was a nightmare--to never see me again. For me, not as much. Sure, it was slightly troubling, but not a nightmare. He was only one piece in the puzzle. I just needed to find others like him. Maybe then we'd stand a chance.

          Aria and the new Commissioner appeared from behind the wall and I pretended to be uninterested and untroubled by the situation I was placed in. So, I stood casually, tapping my foot on the concrete. My gaze traveled leisurely around the room that I'd practically memorized while waiting for Aria. No longer paying attention to what I was seeing, but to what I was hearing. Aria's metallic bracelet chimed against her glass monitor. Brian took slow, deep breaths that I could feel on the back of my head. My heart drummed swiftly against my chest, blood pounding in my ears. The other Commissioner shuffled in his spot, for his shoes scraped against the concrete. I could hear him fumbling with his fingers that were behind his back. Because of this, my gaze shifted toward him, wondering why he was moving so much. His gaze searched the room and where we were. I tilted my head slightly and narrowed my gaze, before Aria approached me.

          "Please place your thumb on the sensor," she directed, holding out her monitor toward me. A red dot glowed on the screen, gently flashing every few seconds.

          "How does that work?" the Commissioner asked. Before I placed my thumb on the sensor, I looked up at him. One word caught my attention.

          How.

          I couldn't help a small smirk crawl onto my lips. I continued to stare, and we met eyes. Aria looked over at him and shook her head.