Laying on the hard floor, I stare up at the dirty ceiling. To my right, I can see a stone wall covered with my bits of art and messy scribbles of my old thoughts. To my left, there are bars and an empty cell behind it. I'm the only one in this wing. My only companion disappeared months ago.
My name is Sonya Wells. assigned to cell 6 in hall 11, the mind reader section of the second main prison. They call this place the prison of potential since a the powerful scyras get sent here. It's more of a boot camp in my humble opinion.
Casper, the boy next to me, went missing not too long ago. He was kind, cute, and fun to talk to. Too bad he's gone now.
Putting that behind me, I plan to escape this place once and for all. I'm leaving today.
A guard walks past the bars of this cage I'm held captive in. I wait until he walks completely passed me to make my move. His gray, dull, eyes lack any glow. Not only that, the pitch black part of his eye, which is everything but the iris, has splotches of white. He's most likely a Nightmare scyra, or worse, a ridiculously strong mind reader.
Along with my mind reading, I have other abilities too. But they don't know that. With nothing but a thought, my eyes flicker the same yellow-ish green of my eye color. For once, my mind control, or at least telepathy, works. The guard glances back at me, looking completely and utterly pissed off. I step away from the bars of the cell and into the shadows, hoping to have not just totally ruined my chance of escaping.
"Your name is Sonya, correct?"
His voice echoes throughout the hall, leaving me in a panic. No one is allowed to speak in this section of the prison. No one but the guards. My body becomes stiff, only letting my head nod in reply to the question. The other being in this hall steps closer to me, scanning over my body. He can probably see my unwashed clothing, which I've worm for what feels like years, and my overgrown black hair that falls to just above my hips. My hair isn't knotted, but it has ridiculous split ends and each strand has a coat of dirt and grease. Let's just say I haven't showered for a few months.
"Hm." The man hums, digging into his pocket and then pulling out a key. I frown at the sight of my eyes and their light reflecting off the item he holds. It feels like a tease at first, as if he knew exactly what I was trying to do and then decided to shove it in my face that I failed. However, the scyra gets closer to the lock on the left side of the bar door. I guess my attempt at mind control did work. He pushes the door open, I make my move.
My bare feet slam into the ground while running on the cold cement. I can hear both my breath and pitter
-pattering feet echo throughout the nearly empty hallway. The door up ahead is losing distance the more I move, as does my confidence grow. I know that there are two doors to pass after this one, I just have to keep running.
My body slams into the freezing metal of the door, I don't even look back when I let it close behind me. Taking a left, I find myself exiting through another door. The door has a cooler surface than the last, meaning that the closer I get to the outside world, the colder everything will be.
The third door is diagonally across the way from where I stand. I can see the sunrise through the window next to it. This is the front "office", where some scyras are assigned to their cells and forced to choose their main goals of power. Funny enough, I wasn't forced to choose anything. I was just forced to do their shitty work for them.
It doesn't take too long for the scyras in the room to notice the bare foot mind reader in the room. First, the periwinkle-eyed elemental with air control comes after me. I manage to dodge the mini tornado she throws at me, making my way closer to the exit. Then, I'm thrown into the wall near the door by an unknown force. I have my face squished against the concrete wall and then two hands pulling me away.
"Thought you could get away, huh?" A deep voice vibrates into my ear, giving me a new coat of sweat all over my body. Shit.
But wait, he's playing a dangerous game by having his head so close to mine. Perhaps I should show him that I'm more headstrong than he'd like to know.
I headbutt the scyra holding me to the wall. My head practically crushes his nose, leading to him letting go and giving me a chance for me to pull the door open. Once I have enough space to slip through the opening, I manage to fully escape. That only leaves one thing left to do.
Run.
The first thing I step onto is the cold, dead grass. It's the brink of winter and I have no shoes and worn down clothes from pretty much four years ago, when I was thirteen. The frosty grass leads to my feet going practically numb after a while. That's okay though, I'm near the very edge of what looks to be a decent sized town up ahead. I really can't tell how long I've been running. It feels like hours, but that's impossible. I'm nowhere near fit enough to run that long. To be fair, I did take at least a short break to walk a little while ago. Perhaps I've travelled a good distance in only a few hours.
I make it into the village, stepping onto the cold stone sidewalk. My legs feel like icicles yet they also burn at the same time. The sensation leaves me to awkwardly limp with both feet. Now that I've entered this place, I can now sense the presence of others nearby. Their loud thoughts block out my own, meaning there's more than two people. I look around, searching for them. There's no one at the bar or the thrift shop across the street, or the sidewalk on either side of me. Maybe I'm just going crazy, maybe I'm freaking out since I'm finally free. I don't know.
The corner before me appears uphill, an I can feel my legs threaten to give out but I continue to walk through it. Up the sidewalk I go, the voices getting louder and my legs getting weaker.
"Maybe if you hadn't eaten so many goddamn pies, you wouldn't be in pain right now." A lower voice grunts from around the corner. "Oh shut your mouth, you're just mad you didn't get any!" Another voice, a more feminine voice, taunts in response.
I pause my walking, feeling their presence get ridiculously close. Shit. I can't move.
I'm frozen in place, they all turn the corner and pass me. Each of their thoughts fill my mind.
Does this chick ever shut up? Good grief.
Why does Arthur have to be so negative? Ugh, I don't care if he got locked up for a year or whatever. At least Aaron can put a smile on his face.
I really need to get Blossom food...she keeps annoying me to get her a rat.
They continue walking. For the life of me, I just can't move from where I am.
It takes everything in me, but I take a step. Before I know it, I'm on the concrete with scrapes on the palms of my hands. One of the men in the group turns and notices me. His eyes are felt heavily on my back as my knees are being pushed into the stone by my weight.
"Guys! Oh my god, I think she needs help!" He yells, gaining the rest of their eyes on me.
My consciousness goes in and out. Every time I blink, a new blurred image appears. First, I see four heads looking over me. Green, red, teal. Then there's a hotel room door. Last, a ceiling with little light. The entire time, I can't hear. My touch is numbed. My consciousness leaves me, piece by piece, sense by sense.
The last thought I hear is gentle, like a guardian angel watching over me.
I hope she'll wake up okay...
After that, without warning, the world goes blank.
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The Secrets Behind Them
AventurăA mess. A mess was created by who may have seemed good at first, with him ending the war and taking the crown from a corrupted king, has surely sprouted from a bad seed. Four scyras, who just wanted to find safety, have found themselves down a trail...
