Different

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He sat me up on the bed and sat opposite of me, looking me dead in the eyes. His words did find their ways into my ears then. "I know you're awake." He said, eyes never wavering. After a few minutes I responded "So?". "Were you conscious during it all?" He returned, keeping the conversation alive. "Yes. I could see everything. I just couldn't hear and couldn't talk and couldn't move." I said back. "Do you know what happened?" He asked. I shook my head in reply. "No, all I remember is my head burning like crazy and running to the faucet then all of a sudden it went black and then I couldn't move or speak." I said. "That's not what I remember." He says, looking away as if caught in an old memory. I arch my eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue. "You kept jostling around and moaning, clutching your head in pain. Eventually you got up and ran to the bathroom and stuck your head in the water. Except the water just rolled off and didn't wet your hair down at all. It was kind of creepy, but this only made you angrier. I ran in and tried to get you to stop trying. That was when you tried to attack me. I thought I could handle you on my own, but I couldn't. You had me pinned on the ground and white smoke was coming off of your body. It looked like you were on fire, and you were acting like it. But when the wisps of smoke touched me it froze my skin." He says, then rolling up his sleeve to reveal an extreme frost burn that has long since scabbed over but leaving the pink remnants. He continues with his speech.

"I yelled for the guards and they tried to help me wrestle you onto the bed and we got you there but when we did all the blue was gone from your hair, it was a pure stark white. Me and two others had you pinned but the weird smoke started rolling off you in heaps. I had learned what it could do, and I let go of you, the other two not being as fortunate. Instead of trying to attack us again though, you just floated off the bed, screaming as more and more of the smoke rolled off you. I got one look at your eyes and then you fell onto the bed, completely limp with no evidence of the white cold smoke." He says, and I grab the ends of my hair, looking at them. Sure enough they were back to white. "How long have I been like that?" I ask him, looking back up. "That was twenty-two days ago." He says. I mouth 'woah'. In a flash Taeyong's on top of me his hands holding onto my wrists. I look down at them and they've been handcuffed to the bed posts. A smirk appears on his face as he knows he has the upper hand. "Precautionary measures." He says, then standing off the bed. He disappears out of the door without another glance.

Only a few moments later, Johnny's bright red head pops through the door. "Mind if I come in?" He asks politely. "Of course not." I say, and his smile brightens. He enters the room with yet another food tray, this one with more of the soup I liked. "Are you going to smoke freeze me?" He says before coming any further. "Of course not." I say, and he sits on the end of the bed. "I'm not even sure how that happened. I don't remember any of it and I've never been able to do that before." I say, adding more reassurance to my words. Johnny's never done anything but help me, unless he had something to do with the decision of keeping me here. He feeds me in silence, since I can't do it with my cuffed hands.

"Taeyong doesn't mean to be so harsh, but he just doesn't know how to treat you. He needs you here as an asset to NCT 127, but he knows that you'll try to escape if he makes one slip up. Do you know how many runs BTS has had trying to break you out of here?" He asks, and I shake my head. "Fifteen, that's almost one per day. They must want you really bad. Would you mind telling me why they want you so bad." He asks. I just stare up at him. I don't want to share any information at all and Johnny nods, telling me that he understands that reasoning. I've finished my soup and Johnny stands up, not willing to break the will of Taeyong again by staying longer than needed. A look of pity covers his face as he spins on his heel leaving too. Maybe I sat there for hours more. Maybe I only sat there for a few more minutes, but however long it was, I started hearing noises.

It was coming from outside my room, not close by but somewhere out there. It could be a chance for me to escape here. If I do escape, I can run off and neither group will be able to find me. If I could get out of these handcuffs, I could escape from both parties in the haze of the war going on out there. As if on que, the white smoke Taeyong talked about appeared. Starting from my chest and seeming to release from my pours, I made its way down to my hands. It left my clothes and my skin alone but when it touched the handcuffs they snapped loudly. Pieces of metal were everywhere, and I stand up quickly, falling back down. My legs aren't supporting my weight correctly. As I ease myself onto my legs the white fog disappears back into my body in random spots. It must be the need to escape or defend myself that caused the fog or smoke or whatever to release. I need to learn to control that emotion, then I can control the smoke. After a few steps my legs seem more functional and I make it to the door just fine. As I expected, the door was unlocked. I slide it slowly open, only enough to look out. One guard stands there, and he looks pretty burly. If I could get him close enough to me I could try and release the smoke on my own. I put the door back in its original position and get on the bed quietly. Noticing my lack of pants I smile to myself. Every man loves a girl in an oversized shirt. I place my hands on the bed where it looks like I'm still in handcuffs and lay myself down, forcing the shirt high enough to just see the edge of my lace underwear.

I close my eyes, preparing myself for the plan. The plan is to act like I'm sleep talking, I noticed an empty syringe on the table, so I quickly reach over and place it on the bed next to me. He'll have to think I'm drugged and won't wake up for anything. With my eyes closed I start to loudly kick my feet on the bed and moan. "H...help me." I say loudly. "N...no" I continue. I continue with the jostling movements even when I hear the doors open. His heavy footsteps approach me, and I stop moving, continuing to pant loudly making my chest rise and fall dramatically. I feel his stare and he sit down on the edge of the bed. He leans in closer to my face and I prepare myself. As his finger trails itself up my thigh I will the fog to start. When his finger continues up my stomach I try harder. His audible scream is all I need to tell me that my plan worked. I open his eyes and see him laying on the floor, my smoke surrounding him in gentle tendrils. I stand over him and let some of the fog come out of my mouth. Letting that be the last thing he'll ever see.