Electric

chapter fifteen

A hand is over my mouth.

That's what wakes me up, and my eyes flash open only to find more darkness. Unnatural darkness. That's when I realize there's something over my eyes preventing me from seeing. I was sleeping perfectly fine. It was the first night I wasn't having a nightmare. Maybe that's only because my mind knew I was going to wake up in the middle of one.

I scream, but it does nothing to improve my situation since the hand muffles the sound. I think I'm still in bed because I can feel the feel of the sheets under my body. My arms struggle but that's when I realize they're bound together. I kick my feet and they're bound together too. How did I not wake up when that was happening?

This is it. There is no way out of this situation. I am so screwed. I can't scream for help, I can't kick or punch, I can't do anything. I try to will my electricity to hit him but once again, my power remains useless. Why is it not helping? When I try to use my knees, I realize that the person is no longer above me but instead next to me. I attempt to use my elbows but my arms are tied behind my back so there's no use. There is absolutely no way I'm just going to lie here and let this person have their way with me. I know that this is a male because there isn't one girl in the compound besides me. What am I supposed to do right now? I feel so helpless.

"Come on, Evans." The guy urges and I freeze in my struggling. Everything suddenly clicks together. Oh my god. I recognize that voice.

It's Miles.

I scream a little louder and he shoves his palm harder against my mouth. What can I do about that? I could bite him. This realization gives me a new motivation and I stop feeling so helpless. Okay, I can get out of this. So I bite him and he curses at me, lifting his palm from my mouth. I only have a few seconds before he covers my mouth back up and in those few seconds I scream so loud it hurt my throat. And it's not just any scream. I scream for help. Before I can finish, though, he slaps me across the face and then replaces his hand on my mouth. I can taste blood.

We both know there's a ticking clock now. It's only a matter of time before someone bursts through that door and comes to my rescue. I'm just afraid of what Miles's is going to do in that limited amount of time. I've spent a little time with him so I know

he's not completely stupid. He's got to do what he came here for in the first place and he's got to do it quick. It's really weird not knowing what's going to happen next. I just have to lay here unable to impede the inevitable.

Actually, I guess I could try to use my power again. I could form an electric current inside his body and then send it outward. The only problem with that is that he would die. Now that I'm thinking clearly, I realize that would make me a murderer, a monster. I would become what everyone thinks I am and I wouldn't be able to live with myself. So, my power is useless. I can do absolutely nothing with it. Not only am I cursed but the curse is unusable. Why couldn't I be cursed with super strength or invisibility or something that can actually help right now?

Miles scoops me up off of my bed and I feel the cold air rushing against me as he runs down the hallway. Crap. Now my screaming did nothing. My rescuer will come to my bedroom; he won't go running down the hallway like an idiot. That means I have to bite his hand. Again. But this time, when I do, instead of lifting his hand he just grips my face tightly and curses under his breath. I have got to get out of his hold. I twitch and struggle and kick my tied legs until the cloth falls from my eyes and my jerking body is too much for him to hold.

I fall to the ground in a loud thump.

Maybe not a thump, but a definite crack. I don't have to think twice to scream since the pain does the thinking for me. I landed on my shoulder right on the cement. To know it's unquestionably broken, I don't need a doctor. As much pain as I've suffered, I've never broken a bone. Though this may not compare to getting stabbed with a Flesh Feeder's tooth, it hurts like hell. There are feet pounding on the cement and as I try to look, I realize that my vision is bordered in a red hue. Everything is really blurry and I struggle to stand up. Every little movement is like a knife plunging into my shoulder over and over again. But once I'm standing, I'm so dizzy that I stumble until I hit a wall.