Disclaimer – anything you recognise is not mine
Chapter 2
"Eleven thirty" came a grumpy 'leave-me-alone' voice when I asked for the time. I went to the back of my cell and sat on the floor for all of five minutes then stood up and started pacing. This is my routine everyday since I had nothing else to do. But some days my routine would be spoiled (thankfully) by some people – I didn't even know who they were, just their names – who would come and take me for questioning (unthankfully).
The questions were mostly the same and my answers were always the same and their replies were always the same, 'You have committed the crime so why not just tell us the truth'. I would always tell them that I have nothing to say because I was innocent, I was framed, but they would never believe me and they would threaten to increase my time here and then I would get sent back to my horrible, vile little cell at the front of the station.
I often thought about escaping this place by just using telekinesis to get the key for my cell from the officer's desk but that would just be so obvious and none of these people around me are Savants. So if I get caught doing it then I would be exposing Savants everywhere and putting myself in danger. Even though I would love to do it, the most sensible part of my head always told me that if I did escape, where would I go?
If I went home the officers would find me there, if I tried to hide they would find me, if I tried to escape the country they would still find me. I would get caught but I wouldn't be able to escape again and I certainly couldn't use any of my powers on them. My telekinesis is very weak, suitable for small objects and my other power couldn't be used as it was sort of historical. Unless I used it to build an army of corpses! Eww no!
I slipped out of my thoughts when I felt a huge sudden headache, something that felt like I had a hammer taken to my head but wasn't bleeding and didn't pass out. I turned around as I heard my cell door being opened, the sound of screeching metal against metal adding to my crashing headache. The officer moved away to allow another man to come forward. Holy…