Together Forever (a Superman love story)

Chapter 15

*Edited*

Autumns P.O.V.

   I feel like my whole body is on fire. My body heat is rising slowly over the course of the day. I am hot and sweaty. I can't control myself. The only power that Clark dislikes the most won't stop popping up. Every night, while I'm asleep, I start to feel my face heat up and then there they are. My two fire beams just making another visit. The walls are covered in burn marks. The room doesn't even look white anymore. More like the inside of a volcano.

   I can't find my anchor. Clark said it would be hard to find, but I didn't think it would be this hard. I thought maybe it would be him, because every time I start to lose control, I think of him. I concentrate on him and only him. It never ends up working. So I have to keep trying, either keep trying with him or find a new anchor. Someone that can bring me back, but who could that be?

   The officers strapped my legs and wrists down to the table with leather straps. So basically I can't move. I can tell that bruises are forming on my wrists where I tried to strain against them. My wrists are purple, and I'm assuming my ankles are too, considering my vision is always blurry from the occasional visit from the fire beams. Shouldn't I have super strength? Where is it when I need it the most?

   "I know you all are just standing there looking at me..." I say, looking at the one way glass in front of me. I can see myself. My hair is tangled, my cheeks red; the rest of my face pale. Beads of sweat running down my temples, but I can't see them. I know they are there, watching me. And quite frankly, it is getting on my nerves. I can hear their breathing. My hearing is like Clarks now, I can tell. I focus my eye sight on the glass and suddenly it's like it disappears and I see the bodies of the people standing behind it. They are just looking at me, one is smiling because I am struggling. Anger starts to bubble up inside me and I strain against the leather straps around my wrists.

   "Just kill me all ready!" I scream. Wow, I have no idea where that came from. "You're just going to kill me anyway, might as well do it now." I mumble. I am trying to test them. I honestly don't know why I'm doing this. My mind is just racing, my blood is filled with adrenaline and for some reason hatred. I hate those officers for locking me in here, with no way of moving. I hate that I am stuck in here because I'm like Clark now. The whole world adores Clark at the moment, but as soon as another one of him appears, people freak out and imprison her. How is that fair?! I start to put more force against the straps across my wrists again, but they won't budge. 

   All of a sudden, I hear the doorknob on the door turn. I look up, forgetting about my wrists for a moment. Clark walks in and my heart beats faster, and I smile.

   "Oh thank god!" I say smiling , but he isn't smiling. He has a worried look on his face, and his fists are clenched as he walks towards me. His feet softly hitting the floor as he walks, not making a single sound.

   "Listen to me." He gets close to my face. "You need to find that anchor. Now! The government found out about you and now every reporter is on there way here. We have 24 hours until news stations, radio stations, magazines, even news papers will have your face plasters everywhere. And the whole world will know that you are just like me. Remember what happened the last time this happened. Yeah, I almost died." He says in a hushed voice. I listen carefully, kind of afraid of this side of him. "A detective came in a while ago and said that after 24 hours, he will tell the people that you exist. Now get yourself under control." He demands, still in his hushed voice. I try to keep my breathing steady, but I am absolutely scared. Just his facial expression scares me.

   "Look, I know it's hard. And I know it's harder for you since you have transitioned into this. I didn't have to go through this much of it all at once, but if you don't keep trying, you will be exactly like I was my whole life up until last year. Running. Trying to survive on my own. Even though these humans can't kill you, doesn't mean they can't torture you for all eternity. Just please... please get it together. Or you'll be gone in a matter of-" He looks to his watch. "16 hours." His lips pucker and I am speechless.