Saraphina

Ch. 12 Nothing

Saraphina,
Blackness and pain are all I knew from the moment I looked up at that window, onward. They threw me in the back of a truck.

I was drugged, beaten and strapped to a chair. I started using what telepathy I knew how to use on people. Until my body was pinned to a chair by an unseen force. Brandon walked in and sat down. It put me in mind of a psychotic principle questioning a pesky student.

"They have relocated again. You were a level Y. That means you know where they moved," said Brandon. I didn't look at him. "What makes you think that? Things have changed," I said. "Tell me, or else," he said. I cocked my head and spit in his face. "Go to Hell," I said.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Oh little sister," he said, backhanding me. His hand broke afterwords. He laughed at the pain. "Oh I have ways of making you talk," he said. I laughed a deranged laugh. "Oh really? What could you possibly do? Drain me? None of you can get close enough. I could kill you right now," I said.

He laughed then he focused his eyes on me. My lungs stoped moving. I didn't panic. I tried to do the same thing. I felt a needle slide in my arm. I collapsed. Once i woke up again, I found that I was put in a plain stone room with a toilet and nothing more. Not that I could see it. It was pitch black in there.

I tried to escape but my telekinesis wouldn't work. "What?" I said. "No use," said a voice behind me. I remembered his voice. He was the one who helped us escape. "What are you doing back Alex?" he said. "I didn't have much of a choice. What are you doing in here?" I asked him.

"I got in trouble for waking you up too early," he said. I laughed bitterly. "What is this? A weird version of being grounded?" I asked. "This place is no joke," he said, seriously. "Alex, I don't really care what happens to you, but just a tip. Tell them what they want to know," he said. "This is no place you want to be," he said.

"Not that I'm taking your advice seriously, but I don't know the answer to the questions they're asking. Why don't they just get someone like you to read my mind?" I asked. "They tried that already. Mind reading doesn't work if you got an inscription or a block. Looks like your friend is better at mind games than I thought. You're lucky he likes you," the boy said.

I laughed. I never thought of Calli's mind games as useful, but I guess they work. "Well what do I call you?" I asked. "Doesn't matter," he said. "Well, Doesn't Matter. How do I get out of here?" I asked. "Unless they come for us? We don't. We sit here, and wait. I've been here for about, a night? Kind of hard to tell sense it's always dark. You aren't scared of the dark are you?" he asked as I heard a dragging sound.

"Uhh that dragging sound was you right?" I asked. "Maybe," he said mischievously. I rolled my eyes. "Don't try and scare me, Doesn't Matter. I've known scarier. You're like a kitten compared to other things I've dealt with," I said. "Oh Ms. Billy Badass, what can be worse than being in a dark room with a stranger?" he asked. I tried to think of something to say and something I heard Saphira say popped in my head.

"The lights could be on, so I could see your ugliness," I said. "Oh my man-ish pride!" he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I said.

I didn't feel like talking to Doesn't Matter. I thought of my bed at the base. I thought of Saphira and Shifter, of Calli and X, and of Rocky. I saved them, for now, but why did I think this was smart? I could've thought of something.

I may be in control of my telekinesis, but that doesn't mean I completely know how to use it. At least they're safe, I thought as a tear rolled down my cheek. I pinched myself, hard. No tears, I told myself.

I sat there, looking into the blackness. Doesn't Matter started singing. "What in bloody Hell?" I said. "It's comforting! I'm being nice and comforting you," he said. "'Hanging Tree,' isn't exactly my idea of comforting," I said. "I like that song," he said.