The Quinn Chronicles
"Quinn."
I could hear Jonas calling me and opening the cell door, but my eyes refused to open.
"Wake up."
"I'm trying to sleep." I mumbled.
"Well, stop trying because I'm just going to keep pestering you until you do." I finally managed to pry my eyes open, and sat up stiffly on the cot that was my sleeping place. I hated this stupid cell Jonas kept me in. I looked out of my confided living space to see that Jonas was smiling at me, and I instantly knew something wasn't right. As long as I was concerned, Jonas wanted no participation.
"Quinn," Jonas said with a devilish grin,"This is Mr. Slade." A man with a metallic mask on his face appeared from the shadows and sent shivers down my spine. No doubt Jonas was enjoying every moment of it.
"How's it going?" I asked, not interested in the answer.
"He is going to take you to his headquarters and train you to become his apprentice." This caught my attention.
"What?" I asked, standing up and walking over to them. Jonas smirked.
"You heard me. You're leaving.." Slade handed Jonas a circular object that had an 'S' on it, and then grabbed my arm and placed it on it. It immediately attached itself to my arm, and the pain of it made me wince.
"She's all yours." said Jonas, practically tossing me into Slade's metal hands as if they were playing catch and I was the ball.
"You-you..." I stammered, creating a list of words to describe him.
Careless. Hostile. Uncaring. Idiot. . And...
"YOU TRAITDOR!" I yelled, as Slade effortlessly tossed me over his shoulder. I pounded on his back with my fists, continuing to scream. "I HATE YOU! YOU"RE TERRIBLE!" Jonas handed Slade a small needle with a strange green fluid in it.
"Use this," He said. "She's not going to shut up for a while, so you might as well use it now."
"Thanks for the advice." Slade said coolly. Even his voice sounds metallic, I thought. The next thing I knew-or felt, rather- was a sharp pain going through my upper arm. I cursed silently at Jonas, 'cause he knows he's wrong for this.
"You-you can't..." I started, but couldn't finish. Curse that fast-acting sedative. "Do this..." I felt my eyelids falling over my blurred, unsteady eyes. "To ...m-m-me..." The last thing I saw was Jonas's evil smile waving goodbye before I completely blacked out.
Wind. Blowing on my face. Car horns. Hurting my aching ears. What's going on? I asked myself. Where am I?
Open your eyes, genius.
I forced my groggy eyelids open, and immediately wished I hadn't. I was on the road, sunlight beaming down on me-well, us. I had my arms wrapped tightly around Slade's waist while he drove his motorcycle recklessly through the nowhere near empty roads. He glanced over his shoulder and noticed I had awaken.
"Hello, Quinn. Had an enjoyable nap, I presume?" Every instinct I had told me slap him right then and there.
"I hate you already."
"Good. Just remember, you are my apprentice now. You do as I say. That is a tracker on your arm there, so don't try running off. I'll always know were you are."
"Why did you want me?"
"Poor girl. You don't even know your own potential." Slade said disapprovingly. "Here, I suppose we could have a mini-training session now. Are you ready?" I nodded.
"Yeah."
"You have the capabilities to make things happen and stop things from happening, or at least that's what I was told. Start with something small. Try to turn that red light green."
"How?"
"Focus. Imagine it green already." I concentrated on the light, as it approached us quickly. Suddenly, it turned green and Slade continued speeding on. I stared blankly, wondering if this was even real anymore.
"Good girl." Slade said, in what seemed to be an approving tone.
"You aren't as bad as I thought." I said, suprising myself.
"You haven't seen me battle the Titans though, so you can't say I've really done anything bad yet."Slade stated, making me feel stupid.
"I still hate you." I said.
"Trust me," Slade said. " You and everyone else."
All I have to say is that this was fun to write and there is more to come.