Five's Fate

The Awakening

Five:

It's all hazy. I feel as though my whole body is shaking. I manage to open my eyes and look at the darkness. My mouth is gagged and my hands and feet are chained in a tangled web amongst the chair. I test them and pull at them but the pain is excruciating. I'm weak. My legacies are either gone or I am really just too weak to use them. I'm nauseous and a little nervous. I understand they're angry at me. That they will never trust me. But I feel as though even I don't deserve this. My emotions are quickly overcome with pain. Everything hurts. I have hardly been eating the last several months and I am beat up from my time on the island. Not to mention the strong bonds pulling and tearing at my limbs.

Eventually, a door opens, a figure I know as John enters the room. "Good to know your awake," he says almost as if it's true.

I look up, making eye contact with my one eye. I know that all he can see inside it is pain. At least I hope that's all he sees. And not what fear I really have. But then I remember he is a telepath. No good hiding anything from him.

"I'm taking out the gag." He said, walking towards me. "Sorry we had to do that, you were making a lot of noise." The mess of soggy cloth comes out of my mouth and I can close my jaw all of the way. It feels liberating. Then a serious coughing fit hits and I'm gasping for air. Once I catch my breath I feel myself shaking. I can't make myself stop and the silence is killing me. John ends it and starts telling me what happened.

"Marina found you, I found her. I flew up to you and you said nothing. You were weak and I took your legacies away and you passed out. From there we healed what we could and brought you here. Marina really is unhappy with you by the way." He shares the last part almost jokingly. I smirk. Partly because he just told me what I already knew, partly because of the fact my face hurts and my muscles are sore and need to be stretched.

"Is THIS necessary?" I ask, referencing the chains pulling at my hands and feet. "Is it?" He asks. What he really means if I'd try anything or cause trouble if I wasn't tied up. I take a deep breath and answer honestly.

"No." He nods and walks behind me and I feel him fiddling with the chains.

First I feel them loosen and the blood flows to my hands again and I already feel better. My whole body relaxes. Then John takes the chains off completely and I bring my hands back in front of me and rub my wrists where they were tied. "Thanks," I say, looking upward quickly to make eye contact.

He responses quickly with,

"Just keep your act in line!" And I feel a lump form in my throat and I just nodded. Understanding that he is serious. That this is going to be my punishment for betraying Lorien and killing Eight. Just the thoughts make me feel sick.

The lights turn on. I hadn't realized there were any until now and I see John over at the switch. I first notice the room. It fairly small with just enough room for the bed, and chair that's in it. I wonder if this is where I'm going to be staying, or if they are going to put me in a padded cell with a straight jacket on like they have in the past. If I'm staying here, they must intend in continuing to neutralize my legacies. They know I could change myself into cement or metal and break out otherwise.

John brings over a bucket and puts it in front of me. I must look as sick as I feel and proceed to throw up into it. A minute passes and I catch my breath and the room already smells. John must be disgusted and when I see his face I almost laugh but think better of it. I rest my head against the chair and take a deep breath.

"Be right back," John says before turning around and closed the door and it slammed shut. I was left sitting in a chair in a small locked room.

I take a better look at the room. The bed is over in the far right, it has two quilts that look like they were made out of patches of cloth. The chair I'm still sitting in is made of strong wood and is sturdy. It hadn't been more than a half an hour that I had woken up chained to it.

John had taken the chains with him when he left. When he had left and closed a locked door behind him. I rub my face with my hands.

The door opens a minuet after and John is back with something in his hands. He tosses it to me and I realize it's clothes. "Here put them on." He instructs me and I happily do so. I unfold the t-shirt, take off what I have on and pull it over. Then I put on the grey sweatshirt over that. It feels nice to have clean clothes for once. I hadn't had any for several months. "Thanks," I say as I fix the pants up around my waist.

"Ya well had to get you to wear something other than this." He tells me as he uses his telekinesis to pick up my old clothes and drop them in the same bucket as I threw up in and put the whole bucket outside the door.

I remember how I don't have my legacies when he uses his and I just think of something else. I'm full of questions but I'm not sure if I should ask them so I assume I shouldn't. I wasn't sure what I was waiting for. Instructions or something. John watches me and it makes me strange. He lingers silently for a moment and I realize what he's doing. He is in my mind, reading my thoughts. I just let him.

Then he was gone, the door made a loud slam and I heard it automatically lock. That was it. I take some time to process. My eyes go to the toilet. I walk over and use it and I try to ignore my thoughts.

I sit on the bed. I just sit in silence and wait for time to pass for something to happen. For me to fall asleep or the lights to just turn off. Eventually, they do.

At that point, I'm on the bed leaning against the wall. I finally admitted to myself that I was scared. I don't know what was going to happen tomorrow and I feel weak. I stop myself from crying and focus on that and I just fall asleep.

I don't want to admit it. But I'm truly terrified.