Soul on Fire

Chapter 11: Its Doctor, Good Sir

She woke to a brightly lit space. Her hands were bound behind her, a metal contraption rooted herself to the ground. Jane's eyes were covered by a black cloth against her face. It didn't calm her but instead made her more focus as a door opened and closed.

Footsteps walked around her as his voice carried. "I know whatever torture I put you through it won't break you. I've seen what happens to Phantom agents afterwards, quite surprised to find a mind intact. Yet, I can't access anything despite you being unconscious." He hummed whine stopping right infront of her. Nick crouched down slowly. "You're engineered to be a weapon, what makes you tick?"

Jane head butted him quickly before pulling against the chains that creaked under the pressure applied. She could feel the deep bruises and still broken bones under herself. Not even trough that did she stop.

"You're still healing my little Rabbit, I'm not one to turn on my promises." He cooed and slowly lifted the blindfold off.

Jane hissed. "Don't touch me." Nick did, he backed off at the small command. After a moment of silence she asked. "Why am I here?"

"One of my men mistaken you for one of our girls. Based upon your fight even after a burnout, it's quite noticeable you're different." He jangled a set of keys. "Your word means as much as you believe that mine is. Put on a show tonight, and I'll see what I can do."

The door swung open and closed again. Instantly, the room shuddered and hulled itself towards the surface. Each click was more tense than the last until it halted. Jane's restrains fell off as one of the walls slid to a side.

Dusty lights shined in and a crowd roared. On the opposite end was the still closed doors. A dry pit before a metal dome wrapped around her surroundings. All of the crowd members were asked and clearly wealthy. They brought constant noise, when Jane finally stepped in it grew by 10 fold. Once it dimmed her concluded opponent appeared as the door bursted open. The sound of hollers grew even louder than before.

But she wasn't fighting, there was a muscular man who stepped out of a gateway next to her's. Jane could feel rage build up as she realized what the other girls were. They were trophies for these mouth breathers battling. Her face twisted till her eyes were pulsing from energy. The other man walked out into the ring. Now all three were still in the dirt surrounded by bloodthirsty humans.

Jane bowed her head down as a black mask soon covered her face. At the sound of gunfire she ran in circles. A blue current boldly followed the circle patter. In a swift moment she had plunged a scythe's blade into one of their leg. She was blasted by a wave of sharp rocks but Jane didn't release. The blade kept burrowing till he finally passed out from the experience.

Jane yanked it out swiftly and looked at the other one. She stalked him like a wolf would creep around its prey. The blade dragged itself in the air infront of Jane. A thin cyan outline of a circle was carved out, once complete to sent a powerful blast that slammed into him. Both of them were unconscious and in serious need of medical attention.

The crowd stood still as she kept moving. Jane carved out a word in the ground. Once she finished the whole room was silent before the storm of sound that followed. The viewers that were dressed in masks were seemingly amused by the display. However, the same thing couldn't be said for the ones that weren't. They threw anything at their disposal, rocks, garbage, clothes, knives, almost everything imaginable as Jane stood in the middle with her hands on the ground. She crouched and lowered her display of a mask, obviously making her statement clear. Every once in a while an object would hit one of the many tender spots causing a sharp inhale on Jane's part. It felt like hours before a voice shattered the chaos.

"Did I not say that tonight would be special?" I gladly welcome player number 13, Jackrabbit, into my collection!" He raised a wine glass. "A fine treasure to see. Come gaze upon her in a more dazzling light than in the dust at the annual ball, for the lucky few. A find such as this should be celebrated in our faction, not hidden in the guild's shadows." Nick's chuckle pricked her curved spine, still hunched over.