I open my eyes slowly to avoid the harsh white lights of the room. This has to be a bad dream! I'm not really in here right? I try to stretch my arms,but they're stuck. I look down at the straight jacket I'm wearing and let out a bloodcurdling scream. No matter how hard I jerked and cried it wouldn't come off. Defeated I curl up next to an air vent and just sob.

"Mya?" I hear David's voice ask.

"Not now voices! I'm not in the mood." I answer.

"Mya it's me! What did they do to you?" David asks angrily.

"David? David where are you?" I ask desperately.

"I don't know. Are you okay?" He asks again.

"They put me in a straight jacket. I can't move," I sob.

"Ok, don't worry we'll get out of here. Somehow." David says half heartedly.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

"Yeah I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'm a project, I've seen worse." He says reassuringly.

"Glad to hear it," another voice answer as my door opens. Two soldiers grab my braids and drag me kicking and screaming out of the cell.

"Don't hurt him!" I yell as I realize where I'm being taken.

"No! Please! Please! You can't do this to me!" I shriek as they throw me into an empty broom closet.

"Now now, we can't have you encouraging him can we?" The female soldier smirks and locks the door. Leaving me in total darkness.

"No! Please!" I bellow. My body starts shaking, I can't get it to stop! Why can't I stop shaking? I hear the sound of metal being unsheathed. I move towards the wall only to slice my leg on blades.

"Jinx!" I cry out, "What's happening to us?"

There is nothing but silence in my head.

"Jinx?" I ask into the darkness.

"She won't answer Mya Grace," A staticky voice says.

"Oh great, another idjit who thinks he can control me," I roll my eyes to try and hide the fear.

He laughs," My my my, when they said you had some spunk that was an understatement."

He sighs," Oh but it's not you we need, you see your boyfriend has a way with time and we want to control it. However he is very… stubborn. Maybe he'll change his mind after seeing you."

"Don't touch him!" I scream and cut my cheek on a spike.

"Tch Tch Tch That's not how we play the game Spunky," he says.

"Oh so I have a nickname now?" I sass as my shoulder is impaled by a spike.

"Oooo wrong tone of voice Spunk. From now on you will treat me with respect or I hurt you and lover boy Time," He says.

"His name is Ekko, not Time!" I shout in defiance.

"Ooops silly me looks like we're out of heh heh heh TIME Spunk," He laughs," Maybe you should take a nap."

A ear splitting shriek emerges from the speakers forcing me to close my eyes.