The first thing I noticed when I regained consciousness was that I couldn't move. Flaming angry anxiety rushed through me as I trashed violently against my restraints; a desperate attempt to release myself. Images of experiments and torture consumed my every thought as all of my darkest fears emerged.
The room its self was pitch-black, only small balls of white shed light but it brought no comfort. This gargantuan shadow wasn't warm or familiar like Soífa's; it was constricting and thick like oil. Within the dim light I noticed a pool of water surrounding me no more than a few inches deep, so shallow it barely cover my boots. Yet it was completely still despite my struggles, it was unnatural.
I didn't even realise that I was crying, the drops mixing with the water, revealing my terror. When the doors opened (ones I failed to notice in my panic) I frantically analysed their energy in a desperate attempt to get an upper hand. Two men, both mutants and ones I hadn't met. My panic eased ever so slightly when I realised they weren't the Government but my panic soon returned when I studied them closer.
One of them used water.
His energy was such a beautiful shad of aqua yet it filled my quivering frame with terror. The second man was taller, broader but didn't hold the same authority in his posture as the water wielder. They both stood in front of my pathetic whimpering form, scrutinising my every move with disgust.
"Who are you?" The water ma spoke, his brown curly hair distinguishing him from the others short orange cut. I didn't answer at first, debating if I should lie however the waters movement slowly snaking up my calves warned me that this wasn't a friendly chat. It was an interrogation.
"Sam, what's yours?" I spoke with an air of arrogance, faking my smirk to hide my distress. If I managed to seem calm I could gain an upper hand. This was a game and intimidation was a tactic.
"I'll tell you if you tell us how to help Minseok." The orange man stayed silent whilst the water man spoke; moved the cool liquid up to my knees. Not knowing how long I had been knock out for I couldn't really tell whether or not Minseok's state was normal or if something else was going on.
"Is he not awake yet? I barely touched him." I mused to myself, hopefully giving the notion that I was powerful. A loud gasp slipped from my lips as the water rushed up my body and around my neck, its pressure gradually increasing.
"I suggest you tell us how to fix him otherwise both you and your friend will pay." He spat out at me, increasing the tension. Attempting to free my throat from the waters grip, I rolled my neck in as many angles as possible, nothing helping.
"I need to see Minseok if I'm going to help, as far as I know I'm the only one who can help you." My eyes stung as a few stray tears fell but I kept my composure, willing this brut to let me go. A phantom wing untied my restraints and I was pushed from my chair by a strong gust, collapsing onto the concrete floor. As I pushed myself up, cloths soaked, Junmyeon (as he introduced himself along with Sehun) explained how if I even breathed in the wrong way he wouldn't hesitate to fill my lungs with water.
As Junmyeon led the way Sehun remained behind me, watching me like a dog. I had no idea where I was but whatever this building was it certainly wasn't well kept. Mould and damp covered the ceiling and walls, water dripping onto the grey walls. The place was clearly old and judging from the lack of natural lighting we were probably underground. With each turn we made I attempted to track it, making a mental map of the floor plan in my mind.
Finally after taking a sharp right, we entered an infirmary. Bright florissant lights burned my eyes and the pungent fumes of bleach mixed with the stench of illness and death overwhelmed me. Placed carefully on the third bed from the door was Minseok and a dark haired man leaning over him. As he looked up he gave his friends a warm smile, revealing a deep dimple on his right cheek.
