Telekinetic [ON-GOING]

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I opened my eyes and found myself in a rough bed inside a dark room. Moreover, I don't think this is an ordinary room.

My eyes wandered around and saw prison cell bars. Guess what. Yes, that's when it hit me.

I'm in a prison cell.

I rushed to the cell bars and shouted at the top of my lungs. "Let me go!" How did I ended up here? If this is a dream, what kind of dream is this?

A girl wearing a sleeveless gray shirt and gray pants with her black hair tied in a bun showed up.

"Tell uncle." a voice told her.

Who are these people?

A man in his 30s showed up next - "I'll take it from here." The girl walked away as the man walked towards me.

"Excuse me? What's going on? Who are you?" I tried to sound as tough as I can hoping that he won't notice my hands trembling.

"Easy there, young lady. YOU were the one who came to us without any notice. That's trespassing, you see? So I should be the one to ask you. Who are you and what's your purpose of coming here?" The man said keeping his calm expression as he stares directly into my eyes. Which honestly sends chills down my spine.

"Purpose?! You have got to be kidding me. I don't even know how I got here."

A guy scoffed, "Wow, unbelievable."

"You'll have to stay there then." He walked away from me after that.

What a mess. A cloud of thoughts started running inside my head. And a hint of anxiety started kicking in.

"Damn it. What should I do? Is this a dream? How do I wake up from this?"

Someone grunted and said "Keep it down, will you?"

I turned my head and found a gray-haired girl sitting in a metal. Twisting the upper half of the bowl ring of a metal spoon repeatedly looking like she's playing with it.

"Who are you? Let me go! Why am I here?" I furiously asked.

She then brushed her soft hair curls. And tucked a strand of her chin-length hair behind her right ear. "Yeah, why are YOU here? What's so special about you that I was tasked to guard here in the prison? This isn't something that I want to do for the rest of my life!" She's wearing a plain dark gray loose short-sleeved shirt tucked in her high-waisted black shorts. She also have a silver boots and elbow pads. And what seemed like motorcycle gloves.

"Quit whining, do you think I'm having fun here?" a redhead guy sitting beside her replied. He's wearing a bright red loose T-shirt, black sweatpants, orange elbow pads and what seemed like motorcycle gloves as well. Then I noticed the girl wearing hers too.

They both seem to be just around my age. They also have some kind of unusual accent.

Okay, Dal. Keep it together. You have to convince these guys to let you go and then you might be able to get out of this cell or this dream. I need to study more for Chemistry.

"What are you guys talking about? Can you get me out of here? In this cell or this dream--"

"Look girlie, we don't entertain trespassers, so if you can shut your mouth, please do so. I'm already pissed enough that they're not letting me train for right now. How can I improve then?" She then bended the long handle of the spoon as if it's made out of baby soft clay or something.

"Train for what?" I asked

"Train to--" Before she could finish her statement, the metal door located behind them slid up open. The man from just a while ago showed up. The two of them stood up straight.