Phantom

Chapter 3: Their Story

Alison POV

I slowly opened my eyes to a white ceiling. Staring at it for while before turning my attention to something else. To outsiders, I may seem as though I'm just laying there staring at the ceiling, which I was for a few seconds, but in reality I was checking my stats., the transparent, blue screen that appeared in front of my eyes. My health, fatigue and magic power have have gone back to full level, and not only that, but they have also increased. Probably because of the battle in outer space. After checking that out, I sat up on the narrow, white sheeted bed, which I notice was attached to the wall, in front of me was another white wall, I turn to my left, and, in the corner between the wall in front of me and the wall to my left was a "bathroom". Well, I call it a bathroom, when it was really just a toilet with another wall placed parallel to the wall in front of me. Behind me was another room similar to my own separated with a hallway and the transparent forcefield that blocks me from escaping. In that room, I see Peter, the top of his masked head anyway, still sleeping. I once again go back to observing my surroundings, and I see, at the corner of the wall attached to the forcefield, was a camera. my lone, visible, blue iris stare at it for a few seconds, making whoever was watching feel as though I can see through the camera. After a few more seconds of staring, I stood up, my white hair flowing behind me, my irises moving to the other occupied corner of the room, and walk to the bathroom. When I make sure that there were no peeping toms, I had my nano suit turn back into a black and blue metal bracelet, adorning my right wrist. Revealing what I wore before jumping into the space donut. Which consists of white tennis shoes, dark blue high waisted skinny jeans and a red Tata crop top. I do my business in the bathroom, not forgetting to wipe my hands with the wet wipes from the dispenser, once again covering myself with the nano suit before making my way "out"

What I see when I turn towards the outside of my cell, is a tall man, wearing a brown trench coat, all the way buttoned, with white gloves adorning both of his hands, a matching brown fedora and a white button up shirt with a blue tie, underneath the trench coat. There were also two policemen flanking either side of him, but he was the more prominent one, probably because he was wearing different clothing than them. He was looking at me with a severe frown on his face, not even hiding his displeasure towards me. I just stand there, in the middle of the room, staring at him staring at me, no one blinking. This staring contest lasted for a few more seconds, before he turns away with a sigh, now looking at one of the policemen, who retracted the forcefield. The two policemen then started to flank me, one of them taking both of my arms and bringing it behind before cuffing them, then each of them holding one of my arms in a hard grip. While this was happening, I was still staring at the tall man, who was still outside of the cell who told the police to follow him once they finished cuffing me. He turned and started walking down the hall, us following behind, and I sneak a glance towards Peter, who was still sleeping like there was no tomorrow. We walked down the hall which was filled with cells, some of which were occupied and some not. Underneath my mask I let our a humorless smile, this reminds me of that day, but cleaner and less bloody. Along our trek, I see a few other police officers greeting the brown coated individual before going the direction from which we came from, and I couldn't help but look back towards them and see them placing soda bottles filled with this, murky green liquid inside of one of the cells, the locking it. um...okay? We finally get out of the hall filled with cells, and we make some turns until they bring me into a gray room with a metal table attached to the ground in the center, two chairs on either sides of the table, facing each other. The policemen guide me towards one of the chairs and had me put my cuffed wrists on the two curves of a metal block that was attached to the table, before they brought the other half of the block and locking my hands in place on the table. The policemen leaving the room afterwards.

I don't bother looking around the interrogation room, besides the man who was clearly sitting in front of me, I can sense 3 other people observing me through the one was window. I stare directly at the man in front of me, who somehow got a folder placed in front of him.