Sentry of the Arcane: Befall

Chapter Thirty: Fitz

I press my lips together to not make any noise. I then open one eye to make sure that I can wake up without being shot with a prostrator. Sighing in relief when I don't see Mr. Wallace, I sit up and stretch my sore and stiff muscles, a yawn escaping my lips. I realize that I'm in a worn-out cot, a thin sheet poorly keeping me warm.

When I sway to the side, I first think that it's because of the multiple tzanion that was fired at me. But my effort to straighten myself upright fails when I sway to one side so much that I fall off of the cot. Groaning when all of the wind is knocked out of me, I breathe out curses at Mr. Wallace while still on the ground. I then realize that I'm not the reason I'm swaying- the actual room is.

Growling in irritation when the room wavers even stronger, I use my willpower to pull myself back onto the cot. My head beginning to throb madly, I clutch my head and groan from the pain. Blinking a few times to somewhat get control over my headache, I finally begin to orient myself with my surroundings. Well... lack of surroundings. Other than my cot and the metal door, the room's empty. My eyes widen when I remember that Donovan was also roped into this.

Before I can try searching for his thoughts, the metal door slams open. A shadowy figure rushes into the room before the door closes loudly. Jumping out of bed, I stagger a bit from the moving room before finally being able to control the stranger with my telekinesis, which only adds to my headache.

I hear a slew of foul words before I'm slammed into the metal wall behind me. Before I can fall onto the ground, the metal door slams open and two more people in black rush in to grab me. Pinning me against the wall, the first person in black drops to the ground. Getting up quickly, I see a prostrator being whipped out at me. I don't even have to hear the trigger being pulled to know that tzanion is now coming towards me.

Instead of letting myself be in agony from the tzanion, I let myself be in agony from my massive headache. Taking control of the tzanion, I throw it at one of the people who's holding me to the metal surface. The person on the left screams before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.

The person on the right grabs my free arm and forcefully slams me into the wall again. I hear the prostrator's trigger being pulled again. But before I can take control of the second tzanion piece, I hear an all too familiar voice ring out, "Fitz! Help!"

Even through the pain of the tzanion, I manage to whisper, "Sophie..? You're not-" I then use my telekinesis to slam the person with the prostrator into the person still pinning me, making the two shadowed people fall in a heap. Jumping over them, I race out through the room and immediately see a stairway leading up to an area of faint light. I'm skeptical about going up there, but only when I hear Sophie's voice again do I rush upstairs.

Once my eyes get used to the difference in light, I only then take in the freezing wind blasting in my face and the saltiness on my tongue. Shaking my head, I take a few steps to the right because of the very strong rocking. After I go through all of my observations, I then realize that I'm on a ship overseas- a navy ship to be specific.

And when I look forward, I don't see the female Percipient in any form of danger. In fact, I don't see her at all. I see two other people in black instead. Anger flows like a flood through my veins as I glare daggers at the two. Before I can ask, though, the person on the left says in a deep voice, "Don't worry, that female Percipient isn't here. She's back in Washington, safe from harm."

"Where the heck am I?" I seethe, my anger still evident. "Where's Mr. Wallace?"

"Oh, so you're the one who's able to withstand the pain of tzanion?" the female asks me. I only glare at her, and she apparently takes it as confirmation. "Well, we'll be getting to the hideout soon, so... yeah."