The Protector || MJ (TRV - Book 1)

11 | Dark Experiences

Dark Experiences

The man in the white uniform never turned back to look at me, as he kept his pace. He had a mask that covered the top half of his face, something like the Phantom of the Opera.

His hands reached to the straps that bound the mask to his face and fiddled with the straps - like he was adjusting something.

"May I ask where we are headed, sir?" His head jerked in my direction, and his creepy face sent shivers down my spine.

Alright... bad idea.

"You are not obligated to speak." He used a cloth draped over his wrist and tied it such that I couldn't speak. He dragged me along the dark walkway, and until a point of a crossroad, where I felt my head go black for yet another time.

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"You're in pretty good shape." Another masked man. How interesting and cliché... again.

Plus the typical black, dark room, and my body tied to yet another bed.

"Firstly, what have you garnered from Michael, my dear?" Garnered? Michael? Wait...

"You are sent to monitor me?! Can't this get any worse?" I lunged my upper body forward with an awkward face.

"Relax, Elise. I am here to help regulate your forms... prevent you from transforming without learning how to control them. The Fallen part of you is not one to be reckoned with, as with all other Fallen. Oh, and I want to say, that mask tells me everything you do... if you haven't realised already." I almost forgot it was on me...

Should I be regretting?

"Firstly, why don't you experience being a true Fallen for once?" He laughed lowly, as his hands reached out towards the restraints of my mask.

"Don't... you... dare..." Well, lookie there, my hands are bound to the bed. I have no way of resisting that fate.

"And... voíla!" He sucked in a deep breath as he seemed to relish the pain I was in - as my other form materialised.

"What did you do to me?!" Somehow, I broke free with this new strength and was about to strangle this new captor.

"Relax, Elise. I just helped you find yourself." A Fallen? My real self? Bullshit.

"I swear if you don't return me my mask... I will personally send you to Hell." My left hand still strangling him, my right hand grew into a claw, and I sent that straight into his stomach.

"You.... hahaha... you think that'd kill? Xandor sent me to regulate you for a reason." His active hand held my right, and pulled out my claw, spitting his black blood onto my face. How humiliating...

"Now, calm down and listen." He sent me against a capsule and shut me inside, inputting some commands into a platform.

"Is it alright if I alter your thoughts, Miss?" What stupidity! He should know I will never alter my thoughts - just for the discovery about myself...

"No? It's your loss for not willingly accepting because that will make you more ruthless. Don't worry, when I send you to kill someone, no one will be able to identify you." He flashed me a sneaky grin as my brain failed to process what happened next.