I spend my time thinking of the past, and thinking of my future. My future with him. It's the only way to not be consumed by anger. The only way to not to get depressed over Jan.
The darkness is flooded with bright light. The gray steel walls of my cell turn almost white with the light. My eyes get filled with dots of purple and red. Maybe this their best way of torture, since trying to physically pain doesn't work. The pain of being left with my own thoughts is almost of painful as any pain they could harm me without the charm. The mogs understand that mental torture is painful and screws up people.
The pale large hand reaches down and painfully grabs my arm. I refuse to look at him. I will not show him any respect. I do not even flinch at this anymore.
"Let's go" The mog growls.
He pulls me to my feet and I follow as prisoner next to him. The concrete freezes my bare feet. I would wear pink frilly shoes at this point just to have shoes.
Everything in this building is the same color, gray. The walls are the color of graphite, and the floor like a pebble. The clothes I think are a good representative of the color of smoke that will rise up when their base is burning to the ground.
"Prisoner 689 is here." The prison guard yells as he pushes me into a room.
I about collapse when I see the room. Fear fills my heart but I stand up taller. They've learned the way to torture me without physical pain.
The horrible photos they show me sit on a table. The horrible things they do to me.
"Ahh 'Eliza' you're here, glad you could join me again" Dr. elise says.
"It's not joining if it's forced," I snarkily reply.
The guard pushes me forward and I stumble a bit. I sit down in the metal chair and place my arms on the cool steel sides. The restraints instantly lach around my arms. I'm used to this now. I enter my mind and try not to let them enter with me.
"So why don't we begin?" He pulls his chair up to be and sits down. "Bring in prisoner 1802!"
Wheels screech and glide across the metal floors. A red sheet covers the cage.
"I bet you're wondering who the surprise is," he states " well I'll just show you I suppose". He rips the tarp off the crate containing whatever the new torture is.
He stands in there, scared, looking down. His chin raises and his hazel eyes light up when they see me. I try to break the restraints. How did they find him? They found my weakness, Him.
"Surprised to see him? Is he your weakness number six? We know he knows somewhat of what you are, don't you Logan?" hisses.
He didn't need to get mixed into this. I tried to protect him. I failed.
"He has no reason to be involved in this. He is innocent, you scum! Let him go! If you dare lay a finger on him I will murder you with in a second!" I shout, the light in the room flickers. Inside of me something flicks on. Something I've been practicing when the mogs are away. My powers.
Logan looks at me. Fear lights his eyes. I haven't seen those eyes in forever, enough time that when I look at him he's different. More mature, in a broken way.
I'm the same way to though. I don't even look the same, my hair has changed back to it natural raven color, my eyes are without their fake green color.
I'm not the same me I was six months ago. The girl Logan knew as Eliza is dead. I am number six now, nothing else fits. Eliza was a girl with blonde hair, green eyes, who was happy, wasn't consumed by anger. I am the opposite of that.
"Eliza! What's going on?" Logan asks, his voice shocked but soft. He still knows who I am, even though I don't. I lash my arms up. The restraints snap in half.
looks shocked and runs over to press a button. I dart at him. My body collides with his and he falls to the ground. I land on top of him, but I prepared. I wrap my hands around the doctor's neck, and press. The light fades out his eyes and the ash covers my hands.
I look up and see Logan shocked. I stand up and walk over to the cage. I press my hand against the glass. A crack starts in it and goes all the way up. I focus all my telekinesis into the glass. It shatters and the glass flies everywhere. Logan wraps his arms around me.
" We need to run, come on." I whisper, not wanting to stop holding on to him but I know we have to go now or we could never escape.
Logan grips my hand and I drag us out of the room. I wait till there are no mogs in sight and run. I turn right and run for what feels like forever, then finally reach the next turn.
A mog sees and bolts after me, many other following. I use the telekinesis to make the ceiling start to fall. A bullet fires and hits right next to me. He crumples and starts to fall. I hold him steady with my powers. I carry him bridal style and keep going.
The bullets get heavy.
The cold metal pierces my skin. It shreds across the outer part of my bicep. Blood seeps out. I have to keep going. I let out a screech.
I reach the exit and run through it. I keep running. I need to get as far away from here as possible.
The sun blinds my eyes that haven't seen light in five and a half months. I sprint through the forest. I stumble over some logs but keep going. I finally reach a cave and decide to rest there.
I hold Logan close, and try to stop the blood flowing from his leg. If I get him help he should be okay. He's blacked out, and I keep placing my hand on him to make sure he's still breathing.
"Baby you have to stay with me, I can't lose you" I press my fingers against his face "you have to stay alive, it'll be okay, I just need to get us to a hospital"