"No. No. No. No." Cammy repeated over and over to herself. "That didn't happen. It was my imagination. I didn't use Psycho Power." In the foetal position, rocking back and forth. Not feeling. Unknowing. Not feeling the hand on her shoulder. Not hearing the questions asked of her.
"Who are you?"
"Did you see what happened?"
"Are you ok?"
Lips move, but no noise. Except laughing. Laughing? Who's laughing? In my head? Bison? Cammy only heard Bison laughing in her head, an omen of things to come.
In a car I don't remember getting inside. Sounds reaching me now, a siren? Incoherent babbling, I hear someone say. I black out.
Movement. I feel cold, solid metal against my hands. Cuffs? I black out again.
I wake up, hand cuffed to a chair. In a white room. Looking around, I inspect it. Nothing. Only a table next to me, a cup there. Blue. I move my lips toward the straw that is sticking out of the cup. Plain water. It feels wonderful going down, until I drain the cup.
A male in a white jacket opens the electronic doors, and walks over to Cammy. Staying a safe distance away, he merely regarded her. The female avoided his eyes, and looked at her feet. She noticed that she was still wearing her disguise, and that it was torn, from struggle, seemingly.
"How are you feeling?" The distinctly British man said in an accent very similar to Cammy's own. She looked up, confused.
"Where am I?" The question didn't mean much, but it was a start.
"A rehabilitation centre, in England. I can't tell you which one, or where, because you have been deemed psychologically unstable. An outside contact could break you out." His eyebrows rose when the female simply grunted.
"Hmpf." She was silent. The male simply shook his head.
"I am going to ask some questions now. Ready?"
"Shoot." Cammy said, abruptly.
"What is your name?" The female looked up at the ceiling, as though in contemplation.
"Camilla White. Cammy for short."
"What is your age?" She looked up as though in contemplation. Then she frowned.
"I...I don't know." She looked down with a frown. A mark on the man's sheet, that Cammy had not noticed until now.
"Marital status?"
"None."
"Place of work?"
"Delta Red."
"Ok Cammy," The male spoke. "We are going to get you moved to a more comfortable room. No windows and a locked door. You understand that freedom is earned here, don't you?" Cammy only looked at the floor and murmured a quiet 'yes.'
"Also," the man said, "We will question you more tomorrow, and you will be allowed your one phone call." No response. "Visits will be allowed next week, if everything goes smoothly." No response.
She was walked up some stairs by two men in blue security guard outfits reading 'SECURITY' on each arm. They came to a door. Right before letting her in, they removed her hand cuffs.
"A meal will be brought up shortly. Is there any food you don't like?" She shook her head, no. They left.
Cammy decided to explore her room. There was a bed with clean sheets, a set of drawers, and a wardrobe. A single light switch by the bedside. An en-suite bathroom, with a shower and a bath. Opening all the draws, she discovered that they were empty. A quick look at the wardrobe, a pair of white pyjamas, and a dressing gown, also white. She lay on her bed, and closed her eyes. Not sleeping, only resting.
*Knock, knock!* Cammy stood, and walked to the door. It wouldn't open. 'Locked from the outside!' she thought indignantly. A scraping noise distracted her, and she looked down. A compartment, big enough for a kitten to get through, barely, was there. A food tray was at her feet with a large amount of food on it. Spaghetti Bolognese.
"Just eat what you can, Cammy," The male voice from before called through. "Don't worry about waste food, see you tomorrow!" Silence from within the room. After she finished eating, she showered, changed into her pyjamas, and got into bed. She fell asleep within a few minutes.
Ok, so this was to just get Cammy settled in rehabilitation. There will be several chapters on this, so if you don't like that, I'm sorry! A shout out to japanesegirl101 for reviewing, subscribing, AND favouring my work!
