Number Zero; The Witch - Diego Hargreeves x OC *ON HOLD*

Number 37

As promised!

Darkness, is all I saw. Nothing by black. Until I felt a little encouragement to slowly open my eyes. It was difficult though, I felt strained, my eyelids too heavy to open. I suddenly felt myself try to move my body, but I was restricted. My muscles tensed up, painful to move, aching to move, too uncomfortable.

"Lexi"

I heard a small voice break through, it sounded like an echo in my mind, it didn't sound real. As I tried to force my eyes open, it hurt, my vision, wanting me to close my eyes. But I needed to know where the fuck I was, and what the fuck happened to me.

"Lexi"

There was the voice again, this time it was clearer, and it wasn't in my head, it was beside me. As my eyes slowly managed to open, I saw a brown blur in front of me, surrounded by grey ceiling. I was more expecting a bright white wall to blind me.

"Lexi"

My head slowly shifted to the brown blur, the figure becoming more clearer, glasses, brown hair, white sparkling teeth. I recognised the person. It was a man. As my blurring vision slowly became clearer, I managed to get somewhat of a perfect picture of who this fucker was. The Professor.

"Lexi...can you see me?" he asked me concerned.

"Argh" I managed to groan out, feeling my throat dry and unable to speak.

"I will take that as a yes" he told me, smiling, his bright straight teeth brightening in my face.

"What...the...fuck?" I managed to speak out with my rough throat.

"Yes, I apologise about that, but let's face it, what I have planned for you, you will not go through without a fight, and with what your abilities are capable of, I know you need to be focused and on point to be able to focus your powers, so your weakness, is being weak" he grinned to himself.

"Water" I managed to speak out. The Professor nodded and walked out of my vision. I looked around in my field of view. Seeing nothing by lab equipment and wires. For once, I was terrified. I've seen tv shows and movies involving this sort of scene, either painful or doesn't end well.

To try and rub my face awake, I moved my arm slowly, achingly toward my face, before my arm stopped. Frowning, I managed to look down. I was very restrained by some sort of bound. My vision wasn't totally clear, it looked like chains. I would say that was kinky, but not in this moment.

"I apologise about the restraints, I wanted to use something to immobilize your body completely, but with what my plans entail, movement is essential, to make sure...well...it works. I know what I mean" he chuckled at me, presenting a white plastic cup and a straw. "It's water, from there" he turned slightly, pointing to a small water dispenser. He then looked at me, I wasn't convinced. Sighing to himself, he took a small sip. "See, just water, I need you to be okay and clean, not drugged up for this" he told me. "Sip" he said pushing the straw towards my mouth. Which I of course took in my mouth, I was parched. Gulping the water down until it was gone, I gasped in content. "Your welcome" he grinned, throwing the contents away in a bin.

One of those non recycle fuckers.

"Can you remember what happened?" he asked me raising his eyebrow. I looked at him confused and tried to think of what happened. I remember, power testing with the dysfunctionals, and then following the Professor, then seeing a large window, and someone inside, then darkness.

"The last thing I remember...is seeing a window" I said, my eyes glancing in front of me, seeing that exact same window in front of me. "And then...someone" I said frowning. "It's fuzzy" I told him.