Viam couldn't believe his eyes. "Siphon!" his words disappeared,
dissolved into the air as they escaped his mouth. Siphon had used her
ability against him. His best friend using her own power against him. His
stomach churned inside him. He would not believe it. "Siphon." he called
again and his words once again dissolved into nothingness.
Siphon still stood where she was, with her hand raised and fingers spread apart. She was beautiful yet posed a threat to Viam and Franky.
Franky had no clue what was going on. It looked to him that Viam was just moving his mouth and didn't say a word. It confused Franky terribly. He took a few steps closer to Siphon and she stepped back planting her feet firmly in the moist grass.
Siphon left raised from her hip and clutched something that was attached to her right shoulder. "Get them." She said.
Viam didn't believe it. Who was she talking to, and did she really mean for the people she was talking to attack himself and Franky? Why, he thought to himself. Why do this to her best friend? His thought was interrupted abruptly be a sharp pain in neck. He reached his hand up and tried frantically to rip whatever it was that hit him off. He could feel his knees weaken and buckle under his weight. He reached up trying to grab something to stop him from plunging down. But it was useless. He fell to the floor, hitting his head violently on the cement path he and Franky had been following. The world faded and he passed out.
He awoke in a large cage suspended high above the ground; with only a single metallic walkway leading toward the cage. His breath steamed as he exhaled, he only now noticed how cold he was. He clutched his arms together and curled himself together, rocking on the floor to keep warm.
He was alone, there wasn't anyone else in his small prison. He tried hard to think straight, ignoring the cold biting at his toes. His had two options. He could wait in the cold cage until Siphon came back and plead for her to let him out, or he could try and transform. There wasn't anyone else in the cage, so he suspected no one else would be in danger. So he tried to change. He sat upright now, concentrating his thoughts. He didn't want to transform fully. It was too dangerous. He tried to control his emotions. Center them all in one spot. It worked almost instantly. He could see his hand shimmering brightly and was glad to see his arm had not started to glow gold. He was relieved.
He set to work slicing through the metal flooring. He wasn't sure if he could fly once he escaped the prison. But he would soon find out he guessed. Before he had been able to get his hand half way around the floor he stopped. And just thought to himself. Why didn't he feel sad or angered that Siphon had done that to him. He wasn't sure.
He had finally cut almost the whole way around the floor and could see the ground sloping down. He finished the final cut and the floor fell instantly. It was thick metal and dropping like a rock, but to Viam's dismay he fell faster. He guessed it was the air resistance. What else could it be, he thought to himself. But quickly realized now what not a time for thinking about trivial matters. He concentrated of flying. He imagined himself floating in the air. He wanted not to die because he couldn't fly. He could do it. He knew he could. He concentrated harder. Focussing all his energy on trying to fly. He was getting closer to the floor now, maybe only 20 or 25 meters until he hit the ground. He wondered why the cage had been so high. But quickly dismissed the thought and refocused on flying. He had to fly.
Siphon still stood where she was, with her hand raised and fingers spread apart. She was beautiful yet posed a threat to Viam and Franky.
Franky had no clue what was going on. It looked to him that Viam was just moving his mouth and didn't say a word. It confused Franky terribly. He took a few steps closer to Siphon and she stepped back planting her feet firmly in the moist grass.
Siphon left raised from her hip and clutched something that was attached to her right shoulder. "Get them." She said.
Viam didn't believe it. Who was she talking to, and did she really mean for the people she was talking to attack himself and Franky? Why, he thought to himself. Why do this to her best friend? His thought was interrupted abruptly be a sharp pain in neck. He reached his hand up and tried frantically to rip whatever it was that hit him off. He could feel his knees weaken and buckle under his weight. He reached up trying to grab something to stop him from plunging down. But it was useless. He fell to the floor, hitting his head violently on the cement path he and Franky had been following. The world faded and he passed out.
He awoke in a large cage suspended high above the ground; with only a single metallic walkway leading toward the cage. His breath steamed as he exhaled, he only now noticed how cold he was. He clutched his arms together and curled himself together, rocking on the floor to keep warm.
He was alone, there wasn't anyone else in his small prison. He tried hard to think straight, ignoring the cold biting at his toes. His had two options. He could wait in the cold cage until Siphon came back and plead for her to let him out, or he could try and transform. There wasn't anyone else in the cage, so he suspected no one else would be in danger. So he tried to change. He sat upright now, concentrating his thoughts. He didn't want to transform fully. It was too dangerous. He tried to control his emotions. Center them all in one spot. It worked almost instantly. He could see his hand shimmering brightly and was glad to see his arm had not started to glow gold. He was relieved.
He set to work slicing through the metal flooring. He wasn't sure if he could fly once he escaped the prison. But he would soon find out he guessed. Before he had been able to get his hand half way around the floor he stopped. And just thought to himself. Why didn't he feel sad or angered that Siphon had done that to him. He wasn't sure.
He had finally cut almost the whole way around the floor and could see the ground sloping down. He finished the final cut and the floor fell instantly. It was thick metal and dropping like a rock, but to Viam's dismay he fell faster. He guessed it was the air resistance. What else could it be, he thought to himself. But quickly realized now what not a time for thinking about trivial matters. He concentrated of flying. He imagined himself floating in the air. He wanted not to die because he couldn't fly. He could do it. He knew he could. He concentrated harder. Focussing all his energy on trying to fly. He was getting closer to the floor now, maybe only 20 or 25 meters until he hit the ground. He wondered why the cage had been so high. But quickly dismissed the thought and refocused on flying. He had to fly.