The Savior: Origins

Chapter Seventeen

I felt pain. In my chest, my arms and my head. Any working nerve in my body was screaming at me, I felt as if my head would explode and destroy me. Every time I took a breath my chest burned.

I heard yelling from somewhere nearby. I opened my eyes to a white room, sterile and clean. I quickly realized that my hands were bound and I automatically tried to break free.

I knew where I was.

I growled and looked around to find and escape. I started to freeze the chair, frost started to cover the entire seat and the room.

I sat there for a while watched as the room around me froze and turned into my own little icebox.

I wouldn't go through this pain again. Not again, I refused to let the muffled and muted memories that plagued my mind become a reality.

I continued to struggle and pull on my bounds until suddenly the door opened and he walked in. He gave me and look and I glared at him. My heart pounded louder and I almost growled at him.

"Welcome back." He said, standing in front of me.

"Don't talk to me!" I growled. "Don't touch me or any of my friends."

"It's a little late for that." He smirked.

"Where are they?" I asked, he stood there and stared at me curiously. I hated him, I hated how he stood there and that he knew everything. "Where are they!"

"You are a lot angrier then when we first met." He shrugged. "More brash and less observant. I must have done a good job on the memory wipe." He pulled up something on his watch and stared at it for a moment.

"So, you seem set for charging." He mumbled. "We will ship you out by the end of the month."

I felt my heart pounding out of my chest, watching him as I was banded down.

"Wait." I said, taking a breath. I had to play it how he wanted, it was the only to find out what I needed. He stopped and looked back at me. "I want to know, where are my people?" He looked at me for a moment and smiled.

"That sounds more like the Ms. Black know." I scoffed internally at the use of my last name. He turned around and looked at me, his posture ruminating and showing off his overly intelligent demeanor. "Your friends are here. 8472 is being recharged already, the new guy is being processed."

My stomach churned at the thought of my friends going through any pain. I had to get them out of here.

"What about the girl." I asked. "Where is Julie."

"She doesn't have abilities. She doesn't have any use to us." He said, almost mockingly. I felt my face get slightly hot and the room got freezing cold.

"Where is she!" He looked at me and put his hands up defensively.

"I don't know where your friend is." He explained. "I had never had to deal with that before. I thought she was a battery when I picked her up."

I shimmed in my seat and watched him open the door. He stopped for a moment and walked over to me. Inches from my face, he picked something up from the table next to me and looked me in the eye.

"Open your mouth." He instructed. I didn't reply and just stared. "I am helping you. It is going to hurt a lot more this time, you're going to want to need this." I growled and opened my mouth, he shoved some kind of fabric in my mouth and I bit down. He patted the side of my face a few times, happily. "Good girl."

I hated the intended mockery. How he knew how to press all of my buttons and exactly when. How he could read me like an open book, open my brain and make play.