The woman, I learned, was named Celeste. Evil witch. After threatening to cut my feet off we rode down an elevator made in hell. No buttons. No lights. Just a box. Falling. Quickly.
Now I'm in a room no bigger, but at least it isn't moving. Sighing I let my head loll back against the hard stone wall. Despite there being no visible light fixtures anywhere the small room is illuminated. A strange light seems to being coming out if the very stone that forms the room and though remarkable the sparcity of the room punctuates the fact that it's my cell.
With my still tied hands I move my hair out of my face. How could a typical afternoon at the bar turn so insane?
The image of the blue and pink lightening flickers through my mind. My eyes drift to my fingers. The nerves in the tips ache with the memory of the rush of energy moving through me. I clench my fist and close my eyes. The way I had been feeling with the lights in the hall must be related somehow. Something electrical maybe. I focus my thoughts on the lightening. Willing it into being. Nothing happened at first. Then slowly my lungs and heart started to slowly burn. Thin tendrils of heat snaked their way from my chest out to my limbs. Cracking my eyes to see my body I discover my veins are glowing bright pink and blue. I turn my palms over and try to will the energy into my palms. Iv seen enough super hero movies to theorize that maybe I could melt the wall. Shifting onto my knees I place my palms against the glowing stone. Then with my mind I push. At first the wall stands firm. A part of me wants to give up, but I know that if I do then I could be dead or worse soon. So I keep pushing with my mind. My arms sink a little into the wall and a tear of joy crests my eyes. I push until my elbows are inside the wall. Pulling back I look at the damage I'd wrought. How thick are these walls? I repeat the process at the other three walls to no avail. Then the floor and ceiling. My lungs are heaving and my head is getting stuffy so I collapse on the ground. I'm in a solid stone box with no conceivable way out. Where am I?
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Hayran KurguJune 3, 2000 A small man walks down a dim corridor at a brisk clip, his dress shoes echoing off the walls. He stops outside a heavy metal door. He knocks once using his knuckles. A small panel slides out from the door's frame. Without hesitation the...
