Stolen Powers

Chapter Fifteen: Landon

I was fed only twice a day, just enough that I wouldn't starve to death. My headache only got worse over time thanks to the cell. I also figured out that the cell was made based off of Michelle's powers, thanks to the migraines and the nausea.

Time sort of drifted off from my mind.  I had no window in the cell so I could watch the sun. Sleeping wasn't an option either. My head was pounding too badly to sleep on a regular basis.

Although I happened to be asleep when the guards came.

"Wake up."

I slowly opened my eyes and sat up in the cell. Not having a bed wasn't very comfortable you know.

"Stand up, now."

I just narrowed my eyes defiantly. I didn't say anything, just stared with a cold expression.

"Defiant huh? I suggest you stand up right now or your girl will get shot in the head," he said, smiling a little.

I didn't want to take that chance, so I gradually stood to my feet. I tried to make some sparks in my hand, but for some reason I couldn't. I guessed it was the cell draining my energy. The guard unlocked the cell door and made room for me to get out. As I shuffled out of the door, one guard quickly shoved me forward.

"Hurry up. We have places to be. There's no room for that."

I glared at him and quickened my pace.

About five minutes of unlocking doors and going through the endless maze, I met my friends locked up in chairs with strange machines attached to their chests. Once Bailey noticed me, she gave me a look of desperation and fear.

"Sit," one of the soldiers said as he practically shoved me in a chair. He locked the chains around my ankles and wrists and stepped back.

"Master Lin will be with you shortly. Don't even think about trying anything or you will most definitely regret it."

I continued to give him a cold stare. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, you must be Mason Powell. Everyone has heard about you and your father."

The mention of my dad made me furious. "Where's my dad!?"

He showed a look of surprise, then he chuckled as if he was amused. He leaned in to where I could feel his breath. "Your father is someplace where you won't ever find him."

I spat at his face. He jumped back in surprise, then the soldier stomped back over to where I was sitting and he punched me hard in the stomach. I yelped in pain, followed by groans. Donovan gritted his teeth and struggled against the chains.

"Heh. Six days in Cell Twelve and still stupid as ever," he said.

The other soldier chuckled in amusement. "That's what happened when you do something stupid. Although I don't know what was worse, coming here just to get caught or spitting at a heavily armed guard."

Then Dr. Lin walked into the room. He must've seen my expression because he glanced at the two guards. "I can tell that you guys must've had some fun without me. I must be late."

"Yes, sir," the soldier I spat at said. "Powell needed some discipline for his actions. We took care of it."

Lin nodded. "Very well. You two can take lunch."

"Thank you sir," they said in unison and walked out of the room, leaving us with Lin.

"So, Mason Powell. I assume you know why I'm here."

I didn't say anything, because I had a feeling I did, but I wasn't sure.

"Hm, I'll tell you anyways. I want you and your team to join me."