Deep in the heart of a secret NSA facility, Brooke Augustine sat prisoner. With her hands bound in power-dampening restraints, and her cell on constant alert, she was completely isolated from the outside world. She never made a sound, never retaliated. She accepted her defeat, and her fate. However, with her defeat, she knew exactly what was going to happen next. She had failed. She failed to protect the conduits from the government. She had failed in preventing the war that would inevitably ensue.
She sat quietly as she always did. Her cylindrical cell was constructed using bullet-proof glass and had a catwalk that encircled the perimeter. It was made specifically for people like her. That's why she was startled when she heard large thuds from all sides of her cell. She looked up to see all six guards slump to the ground. She then stood up to examine one of them. His throat had been slit. It's deep but clean cut was too thin to have been made by a knife. That's when she noticed a fluttering red object falling towards her.
It fell onto the cell window and stuck there, the wet blood keeping it in place. What concerned her more however, was the fact that the object in question was a piece of paper. It slid down the glass, leaving a bloody trail behind it. It was then that she heard footsteps on the catwalk behind her. She turned around and her suspicions came true. In front of her, stood the very first prisoner of Curdun Cay.
"Celia?" Augustine muttered.
"It's good to see you, all locked up like this… it suits you," she taunted.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I'm here to prove I'm stronger than Delsin."
"Delsin? Did you kill him?"
"No, not yet anyways."
"You shouldn't be here. It won't be long before the alarms are triggered," she warned.
"I wouldn't worry about that. The cameras are on a loop," she explained, "I've been thinking about this for a while."
"You need to leave."
"No… you need to listen. After everything we've been through, you threw me away."
"I was protecting you!"
"No! You lied to me, locked me up! You… you said you cared about me…"
"And it's true! I didn't lock you up, I kept you safe. I let you go."
"You turned me into a weapon," she said coldly, "a monster."
"We're all monsters Celia, I just helped you control it. I saw your potential and I wanted you to reach it."
Celia chuckled before opening her hand and sliding a piece of paper in between the doors of her cell.
"You said I could be the strongest conduit if I wanted to be," she said as the paper fell to the ground.
"And I meant it; stronger than me, stronger than Delsin, anyone."
"Then I need to prove it," Celia said softly while the paper folded itself up into a dove and flew to eye level with Augustine.
"Your powers have gotten stronger," Augustine awed.
"I should've done this a long time ago, but I wasn't strong enough."
"Celia…"
"I'm going to be the strongest conduit ever. I'll be stronger than John, Cole… Delsin."
"Celia, listen to me… don't do this."
"Good bye… Brooke," she spoke softly before waving her hand, causing the dove to stiffen and fly towards Augustine's neck. The resulting collision decapitated her, killing her instantly. The dove, coated in Augustine's blood, glued itself to the window on the opposite side.
"Delsin may not have been strong enough to kill you, but I am."
