John groggily came to. He blinked a few times, trying to regain his bearings. His head ached painfully, like it was run over by a train. It throbbed incessantly, making Four moan in discomfort.

He tried to sit up, but he was strapped down. His eyes saw thick white belts holding his body down against a metal table. His clothes were no longer his own, but a white t-shirt and sweats.

John pulled harder against the restraints, feeling frustration boil within him. He prepared to fire up his Lumen to singe the restraints to crisps, but the moment his hands ignited, a loud buzzing echoed through the room. A few seconds later, a painful shock coursed through Four's body. He jolted in shock and pain, feeling his muscles and limbs twitch uncontrollably. The shock lasted for a few seconds, then it finally ceased. Yet, John was left electrocuted and writhing in pain.

That's how his captors attempted to restrict him from using his legacies. They would send electric shocks through him. Well, John wasn't going to let that stop him. He focused himself, determination coursing through him, as he ingited his Lumen once again.

A stronger electric shock burned through him, making John cry out in pain. His body convulsed as the shockwave felt stronger, more forceful. It stopped shortly after, but this one seemed longer than before. He panted in pain once it ended, trying to recover.

He looked down at his hands. They were shaking.

Four knew he couldn't risk another shock, not anytime soon. His body needed to heal a bit, and then he would be able to try his legacies again.

He heard a groan beside him.

John stiffened and turned his head.

"Nine?!"

His friend was slowly awakening on a metal table across from him. He was strapped down as well, but Nine looked in no condition to resist. Serious burns spread over his leg and arm. Four remembered when the armed men pulled Nine from his protective fire circle, the flames singed his skin. Now, he was paying the price.

"Nine, are you alright?!"

"John…?"

"Yeah, it's me! Are you okay? Talk to me!"

"My-my leg," his friend stuttered, "it's b-burning."

"I know," John felt his heartrate spike, "you have burn wounds on your leg and arm from when they took us."

"Where are we?"

"I don't know."

"Who took us?"

"I don't know."

"Why do they want us?"

"I don't know."

Silence.

"What do we know?"

"That if we try to use our legacies, they shock us."

"Like electric shocks?"

"Yeah."

"Terrific."

"John?"

"Yeah, Nine?"

"My leg and arm really hurt."

Four felt pity and guilt run through him, "Maybe they'll bring some medication out soon."

"To hell with medication," Nine spat, "the next time they get close to me, I'm busting heads."

"You can say that again."

"But your healing legacy could be pretty useful right now if you know what I mean."

Four flexed his fingers, yearning to reach out and just help his friend.

"But when we use our legacies, we get shocked?"

"Yeah, that's at least what happened to me," Four sighed, "I tried it twice."

"Well, what are we doing here then?" Nine vented, "Isn't someone going to come out and talk to us? Torture us?"

John felt his blood run cold at that last comment.

"I don't know," Four gulped, "maybe they're just waiting for the right moment."

Nine scoffed, "I'd rather they show their coward selves and show them what a mistake it was taking us and strapping us down like lab rats."

"Careful, Nine!" John warned, eyeing a black camera recording them in the far corner of the room.

Nine followed his gaze, but looked unphased, "Is that supposed to scare me? I'll saw this straight to your faces, you-"

Nine convulsed violently, electric shocks running through his body. John thrashed against his restraints, wanting to help his friend. After a few seconds, the shocks stopped, but Nine was unconscious. Four growled and tried pulling against the straps again to no avail.

They were trapped.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

A heavy knock at the door alarmed Six and Marina who were sitting in the living room creating a game plan. Their heads snapped in the direction of the front door, senses on high alert. They were a penthouse suite, not everybody had access to their room.

The forcefuly knocking continued.

"Who could it be?" Marina asked quietly, eyes still glued to the door.

"I don't know," Six clenched her jaw, "but they don't sound friendly."

Eight came bounding into the room, "Hey, guys, what's that sound-"

The knocking turned to banging.

Eight joined Six and Seven, legacies at the ready.

"I'm going to open the door," Six said surely, "you two be ready to take them out."

They nodded in agreement. Slowly, Six neared the door. The wood was shaking now due to the pounding of the people outside. She extended her hand and gripped the knob. Seven and Eight took her flanks, prepared to protect her.

Six flung the door open and leapt back to avoid any initial attack. She crouched low to the ground, her battle position. The stalemate lasted for a few seconds before the woman at the door held up her badge.

"FBI," she eyed the three alien teenagers darkly, "May we come in?"