The Modern Four

Chapter 42

Violet was scared. She had been kidnapped, locked in a room with little food and water, and essentially tortured. It had to have been at least three days now, and she knew by now, the police would begin to consider foul play. But the police weren't who she was relying on. She knew her friends would come for her. Maybe it was the delusion from little sleep setting in, but she had hope in them. She'd seen them do amazing things before. She knew they could save her. She knew they could defeat syndrome. She knew it. She curled up in the corner of her bed, her eyes closed. She knew syndrome would be coming back, trying to torture the information about her parents whereabouts from her lips. Soon she knew he would resort to much more than just verbal torture, with words of killings and harm to her friends. Soon she knew he would resort to real torture, harming her, or worse, the people she cared about. She took a deep breath and prayed, her now stringy hair falling in her face. She looked crazy, she knew she did. Not that it really mattered. She didn't care what these people thought. She just cared about keeping the people she loved safe. Soon, her friends would be here.

A voice in her head laughed.

Friends. They weren't her friends. They were never her friends. They were just taking advantage of her, just using her for her powers. They weren't real friends.

She was going mad.

Syndrome put the voice in her head, using it as a special form of torture. She remembered something, deep in the back of her mind. When her friends came near her, she'd hurt them. The voice would make her. The only way to stop it was to stop taking the syrom. It controlled her thoughts. Moreso, it controlled her actions. The only problem is, she didn't know what it was in. Her food, perhaps. She'd been eating little of her meals, and drinking little water that they provided to avoid taking too much, and letting it overtake her. She mostly drank from the sink, which she figured was safe. Or perhaps they give it to her when she is asleep. That is the reason she'd been getting no sleep since arriving.

She'd essentially ruled that one out.

She couldn't let her friends get near her until she figured it out. Which meant she couldn't let them save her. Her stomach flipped, and she glanced at the food near the door. She'd figure it out. She had to stop eating.

No.

She couldn't do that. She couldn't be halfway to death when her friends arrive.

'They'd want you that way.' The voice said. She pushed it away, as she usually tried to do. It was never truly gone, though she could pretend it was.

'You should build up your strength, so that when they come, you can eliminate them.' The voice whispered. She glanced at the food. She was so hungry...

Without thinking, at least with her conscience brain, she stood up, and walked over to the food. As she picked up the fork, her brain woke up.

'No.' Her normal mind, her sanity, told her. 'Don't do it. This is the source of it all.'

"But I can't be starved when they get here." She said out loud, looking at the food. The guard standing outside her cell looked up, smirking.

"Looks like looney toons is talking to herself again." He laughed. She glared.

"Don't call me that." She said meekly, her voice quiet. She hated how pathetic she sounded, but she couldn't get much louder.

The guard rolled his eyes. "Don't talk to me like that. You sound pathetic, little girl. If I were you, I'd just surrender now. That way, at least you'll escape with your life." He laughed.

She glared, the best she could. She was getting a headache. "You're despicable." She muttered.. He just laughed again, then returned to his normal business of ignoring her. Oh, how she wished she had the energy for a force field blast. But she didn't. Not only that, but her cell blocked any powers. She was powerless. There was nothing she could do but try to overcome the serum. But try as she might, she could not ignore it completely.

Two hours later and she caved.

She ate the food. The voice in her mind was stronger now, it controlled more of her thoughts.

She shouldn't have eaten.

The serums in her food, she knew that now. But would she remember it when it wore off?

Most likely not. She closed her eyes as the anger overtook her, her stomach churning. Her friends were horrible.

They deserved to die.

She looked up, an evil glint in her eye.

If they came, she would kill them.

Her conscience fought her on this. It knew she was wrong, in fact, Violet herself knew she was wrong. Her friends were amazing, they were heroes.

But the serum was too strong.

She took too much.

She couldn't fight off this one.

If her friends came now... who knows what would happen to them?

She did. And it wouldn't be good.