There was a bright light, too bright. Sydney opened her eyes, her head throbbed with pain. She sat up as a metal door opened with a loud bang. "Where am I?" she grumbled as a blurry form walked into the room with a black case.
"Hello," said a small voice. It did not seem to be friendly.
Slowly, Sydney's vision came back. In front of her, a small girl, no more than thirteen, leaned over her, with a menacing smile.
"Who are you?" Sydney said slowly.
"My name is Michaela Revy."
She did not know that name. Sydney closed her eyes, trying to remember what had happened. She looked up. The girl was opening the case.
"This," Michaela smiled, "Is connected to your chair, or torture table." She came up to Sydney again.
Sydney looked at Michaela, she looked … familiar. She watched as she clipped two chargers to wire bands around her legs, that was when she noticed those eyes. Those green eyes! She looked again and saw that the girl's light chestnut hair was almost a version of her own. She was about to speak, but Michaela got there first.
"This remote," she pointed, "Will give you 10 to 100 volts of electricity if you don't talk."
Short again, I know, but the next one is long.