She was in a circular glass cage/container type thing, about 20 feet across. There were four columns and in between two was a cot-no, a shelf, really-with padding. Sam had been in there since she regained consciousness. She had no idea what was going on. Well, she knew that she was apparently a "serious threat", and they prepared this room for her. How thoughtful. She remembered, though. She remembered the pain, the power, the chair, everything. Sam didn't necessarily feel bad for destroying the room.

As far as Sam knew, she was in the same military base (Sam refused to call it a hospital) as the one she previously woke up in. There was no way of keeping time, nothing to do, and she couldn't even touch the glass without half the army barging in. All in all, she was bored. Very. Bored. She half considered kicking the glass, just to see what would happen. She thought back over the couple days during which her life had so drastically changed.

Samantha was just another of the 6,000 or so students who attended Columbia University in New York, NY. The only difference, to pick her apart from the rest? She was 16. Other than that, she fit in perfectly. Wandering the campus between classes, she was often met with "Are you waiting for someone?" or "You lost, kid?". The worst were the ones who tried to make her leave, saying "Little kids don't belong here."

Sam's mom had made her start taking martial arts classes when she was little, hoping to protect her from bullies. It had come in handy many times, unfortunately. She got her black belt when she was 13. It had been at least a year since she had to defend herself-most of the students knew her well enough not to mess with her. And then the night in the alleyway happened...

She was walking to home after a long day, she had to deal with crud from her professors and nearly got into a fight after she used her sarcastic abilities to their fullest extent. Sam turned in an alleyway, it was a shortcut that she used often. Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck prickled. She continued walking as if nothing happened, then whipped her head around.

The alleyway was empty. She kept looking around, careful not to miss anything. Finally satisfied, she turned, only to be nose-to-chest with a man. A tall man.

"Struggle, and this will be much more painful." Of course, Sam went against everything her instincts were telling her (to turn her back and run, or worse, not to struggle and listen to him. stupid cowardly instincts) and lashed out and punched him in the gut.

He wheezed, and she immediately ran past him, to the end of the alleyway. As she passed a seemingly dark and empty doorway, an elbow lashed out and caught her solidly in the stomach. Sam reeled backward, hoping to catch herself, but instead was caught, by a pair of insanely strong arms. Old instincts kicked in, and she bit down on his hand. He yelled, letting go of her with one arm. That was all she needed.

She widened her stance, grabbed his arm, lifted her hips up and into his stomach, and leveled him into the other man, the one who elbowed her. Sam looked up and around, hoping that there were no more people around. As she turned to the entrance to the alleyway, there was a whizzing noise, a sharp pinch and a dart sticking out of her shoulder. She turned, the world going blurry, and could barely make out the shape of someone one a rooftop putting away his blowgun...

Sam mentally shook herself, trying to stay away from those kinds of thoughts. She should be focusing on trying to get out of here, for heaven's sake! Well, at least focusing on getting some answers. She looked around again, trying to find a weak spot in the cage.

Nothing. Nada. Zip, zilch, zero. She might as well be hitting it with a rubber duck. She started amusing herself by thinking of ways, no matter how far fetched, that she would get out of there.

There was a rampaging zebra running amuck through the halls. It burst into the door, hit a button on the control panel which opened the door to her cage. The zebra was suddenly disintegrated by ray guns from an alien spaceship which decimated her cage behind her. Then the aliens decided to run away when lightning struck everywhere making the entire room rattle, yet Sam was somehow unscathed. The lightning was lancing down as she ran out of the maze of hallways trying to find an exit. Suddenly the corridor was awash with bubbles...

Ideas as ridiculous as these, and more, filled her brain. The trapeze crew from the circus crashed through the wall... There was an explosion that somehow turned everyone into beef jerky... She shattered the glass into a million pieces with magicWAIT A MINUTE...

She might actually be able to make that last one work! Well, not with magic, specifically, but with her weird mind-control-telekinesis thing! Well... The more Sam thought over it, the more she realized that there were about a million holes in her "plan". Things-way too many things-could go horribly wrong. Sam had absolutely no idea how to use her powers, she didn't even know if she still had powers and even if she managed to break the glass, there was the slight problem of not knowing where in earth she was, or even how to get out!

But still... She had to get some answers, somehow. Her mind was racing... If she called enough attention to herself, guards would barge in and she could demand to see Fury and figure out what on earth happened to her. That really was the only option she had at the moment, other than waste away in this cell forever.

Sam took a deep breath. Hello? Weird voice person in my head? Are you there? Or am I completely crazy? I want to use the magic power thing... No response. Of course. She was just trying to contact a mysterious voice that may or may not have been inside her head giving her magic powers! It shouldn't have been too hard!

Hello again, Samantha.

Woah. Didn't see that coming.

You might be crazy. It all depends on your perspective. I am a solitary voice in the back of your mind, controlling your power. Or, you know, you could have been imagining me this whole time and are now locked up in a mental asylum. Your choice, you know?

Oh, wonderful. Not only does Sam have a magic voice in her head, but it's had to be a sarcastic magic voice?

I'm not magic, Samantha. Neither are your powers. This is Science. You have the ability to manipulate the molecules around yourself and other objects. That little show, in the interrogation room? Simple, basic party tricks. You can learn to do so much more. All I need is for you to trust me...

The voice had an almost mesmerizing quality to it. The more she listened, the more she wanted to listen, and the more she wanted to listen, the more she listened. It was a never ending circle spiraling downward into... Well, Sam didn't know what it was spiraling into. Not yet, at least. She so desperately wanted to listen, to trust, to learn. Wait a minute. You want to trust the voice who took over your body and landed you in this nuthouse in the first place? Sam shook her head. She needed to get this done. She pushed the thought out of her mind.

Well, Samantha?

Well, Voice-who-is-apparently-not-magic... Let's do this.

Excellent, Samantha... Truly, excellent.

A/N: Hey! How'd I do? This is my first story, any and all feedback is very much appreciated! Review please!