Tale of the Prophet Bearer: The Dark Queen's Reign

Chapter 2: Awkward Interrogation

^ Cody ^

(A/N)

I'M BACK! I don't know if that's a good thing. . . . . . Anyways, here's the next chapter!

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Ow . . . . My head huuurts...

I sit up and rub my temple. Racking my brain I try to remember what happened. Everything came flooding back to me and I jerk up, looking around. I'm seated at a table with nobody else inside. The room was a dull grey and the hexagons lining wall made it look like a goth beehive.

Uh oh... not good. What if I'm at the police station?! Panic rising, I try to jump up, but a pain in my wrists pulls me back into the chair. I look down at my hands, the metal handcuffs gleaming in the dim light. I jerk against the cuffs in the faint hopes of busting them. My face flushes. No, no, no, I can't be here no!

I gulp and try to calm myself down. Keep your powers in check. And hopefully things will be okay. Hopefully.

The door swings open with a click. I resist flinching and look up. Just don't look scared, don't look scared....

"Good morning." A man walls in and I recognize his voice as the second man I heard in the sewers. He wore a suit and had a cool smile on his lips. He eases down in the chair across from me and sets a file down in front of him. Another man follows behind him, except he wore jeans and a causal t-shirt. He shut the door with a calm expression and stood behind the other man. He's the man I punch. I remember his face and even if I didn't the bright pink bruise on his face would have given it away. I rub my knuckles lightly. That really did hurt.

"I have a few questions for you." The man sitting continues, his coy smile never leaving his lips. "Like, one for instance, how we have no records of you, or how you managed to wake up from the Icer bullets, or, the question I'm more fascinated in, how in the nine realms did you get your hands on an energy so powerful our best best agents can't even identify it?"

I study the man, my mouth hanging open as I try to process his words. Just... what? What is this guy talking about? Energy? Icer? Is that like some milkshake or some kind?

And, to fill my mind with more questions, this guy looks vaguely familiar. I've seen him before, I know I have, but I can't place where it was. Maybe I've just passed him on the street.

But I doubt that. I would have remembered him. He's not the kind of person I would meet that I would forget.

He tilts his head to the side, studying me with a curious expression. "Do I need to repeat the questions?" The man's voice interruptsmy thoughts.

I shut my mouth. Right. Questions. I'm supposed to answer them. I open my mouth to answer again, but all that comes out is a quiet squeak.

My face flushes and I clear my throat. "I don't know." I finally manage to say.

"You don't know?" The man standing arches a suspicious eyebrow.

I swallow hard, regretting now that I punched him. "No, I don't know."

"Let me get this straight," the man leans forward in his seat, lacing his fingers together. "You are the source of a wild energy that has blown our readings out of the water, and you have no idea?"

I nod slowly. I'm the energy sorce? How could I be the energy sorce? The only thing that would make sense would be my fire, but fire doesn't put out energy readings, does it? It couldn't put out such big energy readings as he's talking about.

The two men exchange glances, some silent communication passing through the two. The man, still wearing a cool smile, turns back to me and asks, "Why were you down in the sewer system?"