Bewitcher

8

Can I just ask again if anyone has any ideas for what Jo's power is? I'm really stuck for ideas, so thanks
I open my eyes one morning to Jo shaking me awake. Her hair is pulled up into a neat ponytail and she is wearing a pair of black leggings and a grey sweatshirt with those black trainers that are the only shoes that they give us other than the ugly clompy boots.
"What?" I ask groggily. It is way to early to be awake.
Jo looks at me with big eyes. "Will you come see the sunrise with me? Please?"
"THE SUN'S NOT EVEN UP YET AND YOU'RE WAKING ME UP??????!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screech.
"Shhhhhh!" She says, looking alarmed.
I 'hmph' and roll back over to fall asleep, but Jo says
"Please?" again, and I try to think of an excuse to sleep longer, but since I'm not on crutches anymore, I can't think of anything. And I can't really say no to my new friend. So I drag my body out of my bed and grab any old clothes out of the wardrobe. I don't recognise them, but Jo doesn't stop me, so they aren't hers either.
The minute we get out, Jo speeds up and starts to run. I grab her tshirt and pull her back.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" I ask. "You said we were going to see the sunrise!"
"Yeah, we are, we're running there. You have the right clothes on, and so do I. So let's go!"
I look down and see that I fact, I am wearing grey leggings and a fitted running tshirt, so I reluctantly force my feet to move, getting into the old rhythm. I used to run often, but after a while sleeping in became better than getting up early to stay fit.
I'm just too lazy.
Oh well. Too bad.

Eventually, we reach the edge of a cliff. I'm panting heavily, but Jo just reaches up and daintily pushes her fringe out of her eyes, then walks forward and sits down with her legs dangling down over the edge of the cliff. I follow suit and soon we are looking at the sky, which is a perfect merge of purple, orange, yellow and pale pink.
Such a cliché moment.

After breakfast (toast with butter and a strange kind of jam that tasted like a mix of mud and salt water), Jo and I part ways. Jo walks off with a man who I've never seen before, but when quizzed says his name is Guy, and Zahvahnah grabs my shoulders and steers me towards the dreaded door marked training stage 2.

The last thing I see before my head hits the white chair cushion is Zahvahnah's electric hair and the syringe, now empty of blue liquid.

This time the headache is not so bad, and I can stand up and look confidently into the eyes of Creepy Michael.
As much as I hate to have to have him help me, it has to happen. So I say in my most sickly sweet voice
"So Michael, teach me."
He looks a little surprised, but then an evil grin spreads across his gaunt face, and it looks like it might break in two at any moment. His eyes, full of malicious intent, settled on an old fashioned looking torture device - you know, the one where you have to lie down flat and your hands and feet get cuffed in and then someone turns a handle and you get stretched until your joints pop? Yeah that one. The rack I think it's called?

Anyway, Michael grabs my hand and yanks me  towards the device, and then he shoves my so that I fall onto the wooden bed. Slowly, deliberately, he ties up my hands and chains my feet to the end of the board. And then, with one last terrible smile, he starts to turn the crank...

Hi guys so sorry it's really short I just haven't updated in ages and I thought I probably should! I'm trying to get back in the flow of writing again, but I think I'm going to change the plot a bit. So yeah. Hope you liked it, and I promise the wait until the next chapter won't be as long!