The Tower

Mykie

A red glow shone though her closed eyelid causing her to stir lifting her head. Mykie's hair was pulled backwards into a tight ponytail. She hated it. Going to move her arms she was met with two thick metal restraints and two more on her legs. Mykie's head spun. She still didn't know where she was.

Looking up her head stopped. Another restraint around her neck only let her move so far. Everything hurt. Something wasn't right.

Facing forwards Mykie could see a light grey surface and nothing else. The lights from behind her reflected on it creating a red glow to glide around the room. That's when it clicked. Mykie could only see out of her right eye and couldn't feel the left side of her face. She started turning. The room got more confusing as she saw two floating feet emerge and the body of a Clarisa come into view.

Mykie was now staring at the turquoise object in the robot's hand. It glistened slightly with the metal in the middle of it, wires hanging from the open back and drawing Mykie's attention.

Her head began spinning again and a wave of nausea overwhelmed her senses. She threw up. The robot looked at her. Expressionless. As if taunting her vulnerability, playing with her mind and making it harder to concentrate.

Fascus Mykie. Uoy can. The words seemed wrong but she didn't know how to find the right ones or where she had left them. They were lost to her.

Mykie looked up once more trying to focus on the object in the robot's hand. It still glinted, the red light hanging over it like a shadow out to get you.

Mykie studied it. She didn't know what it was so she tried to ask but when she opened her mouth no words came out. Just a gasp of air and a sharp sob.

Mykie knew now what the robot held. It was why she couldn't speak. It was why she couldn't think. It was why she couldn't live.

It was half of her head.