In The Dark

□THIRTEEN□

"-know, she can't find out."

The world seemed brighter, full of light. Something soft, pliable, elastic, is placed below me. I struggled to reach the light, to reach where my heart headed. It seemed so far, yet so close, like it's refusing my presence.

My eyelids were still closed as I heard a heavy sigh. "I understand, and with all due respect, I predict that you will fail, and she will discover our secrets, and get revenge on us. You can't compete against her, she's just too powerful."

A heard a sharp intake of a breath. I might've flinched, or it was just my imagination....again. But I wasn't focused on that, I was too caught up on the voice. Ross was defending me. He was on my side all along. But his words are confusing, still a mystery.

What secrets? I'm powerful?

I remembered the other man's voice. She can't find out. I can't find out about their secrets, I wasn't meant to find out. My first image of Ross flash back into my mind. His secretive and hard eyes, his suspicious tone and his ridiculous excuses.

What is behind all of that? Why, do they need to keep me away? The man spoke up, leaving my unanswered questions hanging in the air.

"She will realize, soon enough -if she's as brilliant as we suspect-that we're only trying to help her, that we're doing the right thing." I finally admitted it to myself-this voice was the man who has a villainous voice, the one who repeated over and over that he was only trying to protect me.

The villainous voice wasn't finished. "And, if she gets out of our control, we still have you," I bet a smirk is forming on someone's face. Ross's voice was disgusted as he spoke, "What if I disobey you?"

His tone was so light, but callously spoken, against the Creator's caustic voice. The villan wasn't happy by Ross's question for a response. "Then I'll have all my people to stop you," he was daring Ross, to scare him into leaving my team.

But Ross wasn't like that.

"And then, we will use our powers to defeat you, forever, and you'll have to experience what Laura felt, trapped in the dark, the world so close to her, yet so far," said the indignant blondie.

I heard footsteps, getting dangerously close to where I was eavesdropping, and feigned unconscious. But the sound was not towards me, but towards Ross.

I let myself get a peak.

The room is bright yellow, too yellow that it's almost white. There are buttons everywhere, controls. The room was misty and hard to breathe. I saw a shoe, the shoelaces untied. The Creator.

In front of the shoe stood Ross.

"What's your plan, Lynch? To defeat us, then ruin the entire world? Is that what you want? If the whole world knew, that I am the obstacle to your own little victory, they would bow down at my feet. They will know, that I'm doing the right thing, not you."

I was something so horrific, that would ruin the world.

What if the Creators are right? What if I was meant to be in the dark, isolated from the world? Was I so harmful, like a monster to the world? Maybe my family sent me here, by their own will, and dumped me in the dark. And maybe they did the right thing.

I understand now. I was horrendous, I was too powerful, that I could destroy the world. What makes me powerful? I don't have magic, do I?

A high shrill came out of someone's lungs. "She's here!" The man shrieked. "She's in our room, get her!" I was terrified; as this was happening all too fast. I felt myself being lifted up in the air, my hair tossed behind my shoulders, my chest heaving.

Even Ross seemed to be shocked, but came to his senses after a minute. "Hold on!" He shouted, "She's unconscious, she must've seen my path to get here! It's not her fault, it's mine! Don't do that to her!"

My eyes fluttered open. Ross was at my side, grabbing my fingers. "It's going to be okay, Laur," he promised in a whisper. I couldn't speak, I was frozen, horrified.

What was going to happen? What are they going to do to me?

"She's a monster, a devil we can't stop!" Someone shouted. The villainous voice boomed out, "The hell she's a monster! Just shut up, Carter, shut up." The Creator was fuming.

Behind me, the Creator continued murmuring, jogging to catch up with the other Creator's. There was a lot, about twenty to fifty.

"She was fine until you showed up, oh, how silly was I? Why did I send you in?"

"Now you know, what an idiot you are," Ross retorted.

I heard a loud slap, and it rang in the air for a few seconds.

My heart raced, my eyes darted back and forth.

"Her heart is speading up!" A woman yelled. "Get the vial, now!" Another ordered.

A sickening sensation sank in as I got injected by a needle, and shut my eyes in anguish. The sensation wasn't caused by the vial, but caused by the concern and apprehension I felt for Ross.

He was hurt, because of me. Because of the Creators.

The powerful girl was not happy.

The powerful girl was going to get her revenge.

A/N-ooo exciting, no?

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