Janet woke up in a small room, it was not a nice room, it was metal on all sides, the door was metal, the bed in one corner was metal, the sink and toilet in one corner was metal, the chair in one corner was metal, it was all metal.
"Where am I?" She asked herself.
A slot in the door slid open, "you are a prisoner of the Guys in White, witch," the harsh grating voice spat out the last word, "we have some tests to run, cooperate and you might be able go free."
"And if I don't."
"Then this will be very painful, don't even think about trying to escape, if I see you using magic I get to shock you, and I really want to shock something. Also you can't use magic, we built our base in a magical dead spot, no magic works here, just science," Janet realised he was at least partially right, her internal magic was too low for her to even cast a luminos.
"You can't keep me here, I have rights."
"No you don't, you're a freak against nature, but you are going to help us destroy your kind," the panel slid shut.
"Oh great, crazies, I hate crazies," Janet muttered as she sat down on the hard floor, really wishing for a book to read. 'I wonder, can I communicate with the outside world, in theory, legilimency can be used to communicate with others by putting messages in their heads, but I don't know where I am, I could be miles from anyone. I also don't know if he's right about the magical dead spot, there's more than one source of magic, I'll test that theory,' Janet reached out mentally for the background magic that is omnipresent on Earth. The background magic is a source of magic that few witches and wizards can use, but it can be used, just like internal magic. It was there just faint, too faint for an ordinary witch or wizard to use, but Janet is no ordinary witch, she is a daughter of Hecate, the goddess of magic, she pulled on the magic, drawing it into herself, then came the next problem. If she was seen casting a spell she would be shocked, so she would have to not be seen casting the spell. She is pulled out of her train of thought by the sound of someone screaming in the background, Janet perked up, it was a man, hoping it wasn't her Dad, Janet curled up on the bed and cast legilimens silently. She jumped into the mind of the guard and knocked him out by forcing his mind to sleep, 'I've never managed that one before,' she started rummaging through the guard's mind, 'I'm still in Indiana, but a long way from anywhere.' Then, using a map of the base from the mind of the guard she moved on to one of the guards in the room in which the experiments were happening, Plasmius was sleeping standing up in one corner, 'I thought they were ghost hunters, why are they working with a ghost?' The man being examined was not anyone she recognised, he was tall with long dirty grey hair and unkempt facial hair, he had dark blue eyes with deep bags under them, he was wearing the remains of a suit, 'maybe another wizard or halfa.'
The alarm suddenly went off, causing all the guards to rush out the room, "we have intruders on the first floor, one ghost, and three sympathisers armed with ecto-weaponry, secure the prisoners, and eliminate the intruders." Janet jumped back to the mind of the unconscious guard, there were two other guards in the room, one was short and squat, with musclebound arms, he looked like he'd fit in with the Ares campers, he had the same piggy brown eyes, same greasy brown buzz cut, same broken nose and same lack of intelligence. The other was the opposite of his partner, he was a tall, lean man, with a black buzz cut, watery blue eyes behind thick-rimmed glasses and a look of intelligence to him he was more of a librarian than an agent. He slapped the unconscious guard to try to wake him up, "out cold," he said drawing his gun, the other did the same, "but not a mark on him, who could have done this? The witch is asleep and the intruders are still on the first floor."
"I dunno Bob, maybe we have a traitor."
"How would they have knocked him out without leaving a mark?"
"My Ma's apple cobbler could knock out an elephant, at least that's what my Da said."
"Be serious Curtis."
"I'm not serious, I'm Curtis."
"That's not what, huh never mind," he plucked the communicator off his belt, "prisoner 103 secure, the guard has been knocked out, but the prisoner is asleep."
"Excellent," a voice wheezed, "make sure she stays asleep."
"Yes sir," the guard pressed a button, electrifying Janet's cell, Janet screamed as her mind was wrenched back into her own body.
Bob cringed inwardly as he watched the small girl cry out in pain as she was shocked into unconsciousness. He knew he was told by the big cheese that she was a freak, a monster in human skin that could kill him with one or two words, but she was so small, she looked to be the same age as his little girl. It was hard to believe that something that small could be so dangerous, but the Guys in White were doing good, look at England, the freaks run rampant over there, and twelve years ago killed a lot of normal people in an internal war. Bob was pulled out of his musing by the unconscious guard crying out in pain and toppling out the chair.
"What happened Bob?" Curtis, his idiot partner, asked, Bob's eyes widened as he realised what had happened.
"It would appear that this place isn't as free of magic as the science guys want us to think, I think the little witch in their was able to knock out the guard and was using him to listen in on our conversation, probably planned to knock us out as well." Bob frowned, this didn't fit in with what they were told about witches, why didn't she kill the guard, or him, or Curtis? His gun was on the desk, the boss always said the freaks killed without remorse and would kill whenever they got the chance, they were like ghosts, they only emotion they had was glee, but then why make the guard cry out in pain and give away an advantage? Did they feel pain? Had he just hurt a little girl? Why didn't she free herself? The button was right there, did they interrupt her? Maybe the boss was wrong, he said the noseless wizard had smiled as he killed his family, maybe he was just a bad wizard, there could be good, and bad wizards, like humans, couldn't there? Yes, it wouldn't make sense for God to allow a race of people to be wholly evil, did that means they were wrong about ghosts? The fighting was getting closer, he could hear it now, he would have to fight, and he was on the wrong side.
"Curtis, do you think we are on the wrong side?"
"What do you mean Bob?"
"Well, think about it, have you ever seen a wizard actually hurt someone who didn't attack them first?"
"No," Curtis said rubbing his head.
"That little girl who we electrocuted, she seemed to be in a lot of pain."
"Yeah, but the boss said witches are great at acting and fooling people and stuff."
"To the point where she gave away an advantage we didn't know she had."
Curtis frowned and sat down on the floor, "I'm going to have to think about that."
"I can hear the gears grinding now," Bob said as he walked over to where the witch's things were kept, inside were two bracelets, a stick that glowed softly and a Greek book not even Curtis could pry open. Behind him Curtis started crying, Bob spun around and ran to his friend, "what's wrong bud?"
"You're right, we hurt a little girl, we should help her," Bob smiled.
"That we will bud, turn off the waterworks, I have a plan," he pulled the communicator off his belt, "hey boss."
"What, what is it?"
"Um, our monitor just died; can we have the code to the prisoners' cell?"
"Very well, 8979."
"We'll go check in on her then."
"Report back when the prisoner is secure, dismissed."
"Yes sir," Bob said as he casually hooked the communicator back on his belt, he grabbed the keys off the unconscious witch, "and we are a go, Curtis grab the witch's things, we're staging a prison break."
Bob and Curtis walked down a metal corridor, all the corridors are metal, but this one had thicker metal, it was the prison block, home to the Guys In White's public enemies 1 and 2, as well as a witch, a wizard and a clown, soon it would just be home to the clown. After passing this far without seeing another agent, all off fighting, Bob thought they were home free, until they saw another pair of agents walking towards them. "Halt, this is a restricted area, state your name and purpose," one agent, a sergeant, said holding up one hand.
Bob saluted, "Agent Bob Kippins and Agent Curtis Jay, we are here to check on the prisoners, on the big boss' orders."
"Well, don't let me stop you then agents."
Curtis and Bob walked forward until they were level with the other agents, "now!" Bob shouted, hitting the butt of his gun into the sergeant's face and then again into the back of his head when he doubled over, Curtis punched the other agent into the wall, both were out for the count.
"Well, that went better than expected," Bob muttered. "Come on, we're on the clock now," he set off running down the corridor.