Powering Up (a RV Fanfic)

Chapter 6: Yeri

Yeri awakened in, what seemed like, the trunk of a car. She felt the bumps the car was driving over and she was cramped in a small space, so she assumed she was in a trunk. That's all she could've done, assumed. She was blindfolded, fabric was tied around her mouth and her legs and arms were bound, so she was rendered useless. Her limbs flailed, banging on the metal of the car, attempting to burst the trunk open, but it was hopeless. She attempted to create illusions, but her unawareness of the world around her prevented usefully creating illusions at her will. So, she waited and waited for them to open the trunk and lay there, eyes closed, struggling to breathe in this tight condition and beyond uncomfortable with her hands tied behind her back. "Why?" she wondered. "Why was I the one taken and not one of the others?"

The car suddenly parked on crunching gravel and stopped moving. This was her chance. The trunk clicked and someone opened it. Yeri started violently kicking whatever stood above her, hearing grunts from the receiver of the hits. Then, arms from all around grabbed her shoulders and legs, lifting her from the car. She continued flailing more vigorously to escape their grasp. The last thing she felt was a sharp sting on her neck and the squeaking if a syringe. "What was that?" she asked.

"Something to calm you down," a voice answered. Yeri began to feel weak and fell into a slumber.

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Yeri woke up in a world of darkness.

"Hello?" she attempted calling. A piece of fabric was tied around her mouth, restricting her calls of help from leaving her shivering lips. She couldn't move her hands either. They were tied behind her back. She then realised she had a blindfold on, lying on the cold ground. She tried conjuring illusions anywhere, but she didn't know where she was.

Clacking high heels approached her defenceless body. The woman pulled off Yeri's blindfold. "Joy?" Yeri asked. "What are you doing here?" Irene and Seulgi walked either side of her.

"You killed him, Yeri," Joy accused in a creepy, monotone voice. "You killed Sam." They held up their knives and glared at her menacingly. They knelt down to her defenseless body and repeatedly stabbed her. She let out an agonising scream and aggressively sobbed.

"I didn't mean to!" Yeri violently sobbed. "STOP!" But they continued, stabbing every inch of her body as she yelled for help.

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"The torture is working very well on her," Peter stated, referring to Yeri, sitting on a reclined chair, straps restricting her arms, head and legs from attacking. Electrical pads attached her mind to the Nightmare Machine which displayed horrid nightmares and images to the tortured subjects.

"Soon, she will be under our control," Aalea added. "Soon, she will do whatever we told her to do and her brain cannot do anything but obey."

"If only we had Joy," he replied. "We wouldn't have had to go through all this just to make them obey our commands. If Joy was on our side, this would've been so much easier, but she's super stubborn."

"Yes, she is very stubborn," she agreed. "At least we don't need her alive anymore. We have these machines to do her job. We just need her two other friends, alive." Peter and Aalea were the greatest agents of GOP and were definitely the unspoken favourites of the leaders, whoever they were. No one knew who the leaders were. No one had ever heard their voice, seen their face or been in the same room as them. They were more like a myth.

"Should we take a visit to our other friend?" Peter suggested, a grin forming on his sharp, evil face.

"Sure!" Aalea cheerfully, but creepily agreed. They left Yeri's room, with a door which read, "Subject #5" and walked down the eerie, hospital-like hallway until they found the door that said, "Subject #1". Peter carefully turned the doorknob and entered the observation area of the room. They looked through the glass at a girl, dressed in a white hospital gown, who was strapped in a chair; similar to Yeri.

"How's Wendy going?" Peter asked one of his colleagues, Alex.

"She has been resisting the torture methods," Alex replied. "Since she can control objects with her mind, she prevented us from controlling her brain."

"Well, you better get a move on," Peter scolded. "Yeri's already almost there. That's why Aalea and I are the favourites. Not you."

"We need her, Alex," Aalea added. "She's probably the strongest of the five targets and subjects. We need her on our side, not theirs." Alex rolled his eyes at their sass as they turned around and walked out of the room, into the hall.

There was something different about the hall. It was cold. Weirdly cold. The building didn't have air conditioning, but the hallway still felt unnervingly cold. Aalea snapped her head around to face the main entrance. It was in perfect condition. She quickly ran and rushed, abandoning Peter, to the back door. The back door was bursted open. The only remains where sharp shards of ice around the door frame and melting on the floor. "They're here," she whispered.