Flamigirl's eyes gradually open. It is dark; no light can be seen. She feels the cold table on which she is laying. She tries to get up, only to find that she is bound by steel cuffs at her wrists and ankles. Turning her head she tries to see if there is anyone else in the room, but the darkness hides anybody that could be there.
"Don't struggle," a voice in the dark says. A light flicks on and Aura is standing in it.
"What do you want, Aura?" Flamigirl asks, a slight quiver in her voice.
"You already know."
Yeah, she knew. She knew that if he were going to do what she though he wanted to do, it would mean a lot of pain and anguish. After that she would become a normal person. No powers. No super-abilities. Just normal, and mind whipped of ever knowing of such a thing as super powers. Even relocated to another country, as to not trigger whipped memories. She had fled after seeing the first super he had done it to.
"Why me?" Flamigirl began to panic as he took out some instruments.
"You should have known that running away would guarantee you to be a subject in the experiments," he connected various wires to her.
"I'll help you, jus…just give me a chance," urgently she pleads.
"I'm afraid that it is too late for that, Veronica," he turns, finished connecting the final wires to her palms, "now don't try and break free during the process, you might experience higher pain, or possibly, death."
The last words he said struck her hard enough to cause her to stop struggling.
"Why did you release your mind control then?" she now realized that he had done so.
"The machine might not like trying to mess with something so complicated during the "Power Pilferer."
He walks out of the room to his computer, closing the door. It was behind glass, though which he could watch the process. Sitting down Aura presses a few buttons turning the machine on and into Ready Mode.
"Scream all you like, honey," his voice came though the intercom, "Oh, and just to warn you, this will make you momentarily uncomfortable."
With that he pressed the start button on the key board, and the machine began it's process.
At first the machine only whirred and clanked, showing no signs of doing anything. Soon though, a scarlet light began to crawl up the wires and into the collection vile from which they were connected.
"No!" Flamigirl screamed, but it was no use. The heartless machine could know care the damage it was doing to her by draining her powers.
She felt as though her insides were trying to become her outsides. Her blood pulsing though her veins faster that she though possible. Every second the pain increased.
Turning her head she looked at the collection vile. It was only a third full, or at least it looked to be. Flamigirl's vision was rapidly faltering and everything was beginning to fade. Each second seemed like an hour, until finally she fell unconscious from the pain.
Violet jerked awake. Could what she just dreamed be true? It had seemed so real; almost as if she was there. The pain had felt so intense, as if she was in the mind of the girl. But how is that possible?
Eventually shaking the dream away Violet headed down stairs for breakfast. Her parents were already there, making breakfast.
"Morning Vi," her father greeted, "How'd you sleep?"
"Not too well," Violet sleepily replied, "Strange dreams."
"Oh well, ya want some eggs," her mother asked as Violet picked up the paper.
"Sure mom," studying the paper she begins eating the eggs placed in front of her.
She scans the pages quickly, not picking much up, until one article catches her eye.
"Veronica Taylor found missing?" she stared at a picture of the girl, "That can't be right."
"Vi, you ok?" her mom asks as she sits down.
"I'm not sure," Violet places the open paper on the table, "This girl in the paper, has gone missing."
"Well, that thing happens sometimes. Hope they find her," her father looks up from the comics. It was the only bit that he was able to get after Violet started reading the actual news instead.
"Dad wasn't she a Super?"
"Who?"
"Veronica Taylor"
"Oh, yeah, she was a combustion-based super." her father puts the comics down, "Flamigirl I think her name was."
"No!"
"Yeah, I think I was."
"It can't be."
"Why not," her parents both looked at her.
Violet then told them of her dream, and was glad Dash was somewhere else. Having to explain her dream to him would have been more that trouble it already was.
"Do you think it could be real?" Violet said when she was done with her dream.
Just then the phone rings.
"Hold that though, Honey," Helen says picking up the phone, "Hello?"
"Hello, this is the Parr residence?" the voice on the other end was deep and serious.
"Yes, I'm Helen Parr, who is this?"
"I am an agent of the PTB. We're a international organization aimed at protecting the world like Super, except we don't have powers like your family does," the voice became less serious with the last statement.
"I'm not familiar with that branch of government," Helen looked concerned with the fact that all the government seemed to know every Super's secret identity.
"Well, we try to keep any business we do unnoticeable."
"So why have you contacted us?"
"We want to meet with your daughter," the man's voice returned to the serious tone it had started with, "The PTB has an interest in her 'talents' and would like to ask her some questions."
"When would you want to meet with her?" Helen grabs a piece of paper ready to write.
"The decision should be entirely hers, you may not persuade her to come by any means, understand."
"Yes, I understand."
"Very well, for the meeting, if she decides to arrive, she needs to come to the Metroville train station at 3:00 Friday afternoon."
"Train station?" Helen asks writing down all the information.
"Yes, we never meet in a fixed location, just in case. Oh, and she may bring parents if she feels it is best. But you absolutely must not ask to go with. She must ask you to go."
"Okay, I have it all."
"Thank you, Mrs. Parr. This will defiantly turn out for the best."
With that the man hangs up, and so does Helen. Sitting back down she turns to Violet and Bob who are both facing her as Dash finally walks in and has breakfast.
"We have to talk," she says.
A/N: I know it is a lot of dialogue but how else could I put it you know. Then again you may like dialogue, I do. Please review, constructive criticism is welcome.