My shoulder slams into the hard floor, but I barely feel anything. Everything seems ages away or as if it all happened weeks ago and this is a mere memory of pain. My eyelids are too heavy to open all the way, so the whole room is blurry. Hoping that someone is still in the doorway, I whisper water, but my voice sounds so scratchy I don't know if they could understand me. Forcing myself to focus, I try to lift myself up. It is a helpless endeavor for my arms could barely lift themselves off the floor.
The blurry form of a bowl appears in front of my face. Hoping it's water, I use all my strength to lift my head it the bowl. Probably acting more like a dog than a human, I gulp up the water by putting my face into the chilly water. After I can feel my throat again, I lift my head. The water on my face brought me out of the dream-like state. Even though my brain is much more awake my body is still exhausted. Crawling towards the corner, I curl into myself and fall asleep.
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I wake up in the same empty room. As I was sleeping, memories slipped into my brain of being dragged down winding hallways to another room. I was set on the table and then injected with something before I fainted. The serum that knocked me out was probably what took out all of my energy.
The lock twists and a middle aged man in an expensive suit walks in. Another guard comes in with two chairs identical to the ones in my first cell. This time the guard remains in the room. Mr. Expensive sits down calmly and smiles towards me while gesturing for me to take a seat.
"Hello Erica." He says in a sickly sweet voice. "Unlike the last time you were interviewed, which was by a different man if you haven't already noticed (I had but said nothing about this), I am going to let you ask the questions this time, but know that I will not be able to answer all of them."
After a slight hesitation, I start firing questions. "Who are you?"
"Can't answer due to my own safety." Cue another annoying fake smile.
"What does WWWC really do?"
"Well that's just say that we don't focus just on computers."
"Fine. What do you want with my abilities?"
"Well your powers would help a lot with our... side business."
"How many people are you holding captive?"
"Don't worry, you're the only one here. Your little boyfriend who got you out of the other building before was left alone. Now if he does something else that could jeopardize our project then that will change."
"How long have you been looking for me?"
"The owner of WWWC has been searching and researching you for a year and seven months or so."
"How did he or she or whoever find out about me?"
"It wasn't too hard. One of our... clients works for one of the orphanages that you were sent to."
After I'm silent for a while, he continues speaking, "Since you seem to be out of questions and seeing as we have another unwanted visitor, again, I will be going. Good bye, Erica."
Darn it Connor, I know he was talking about you, you idiot!
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Prisoner of Myself
AdventureErica has always been on the run. Her feet can't stop. She runs from her parents deaths. From the orphanages that isolate her. She runs from herself. Connor hates sidekicks. They listen and obey. He hates heroes, don...