Weeks of happy days passed for Fae. She was glad to get rid of her powers. She pretended they never did not exist, escaping from reality. Who knew, they would come back to haunt her.
One night, Fae didn't bother looking back. She just ran. Panting and aimlessly darting forth, she still could sense those Captors not far behind. Her ears twitched fearfully. Her skirt ruffled as she sprang across the ground. She heard a gunshot. Blindly running forth, she tripped over a log. She yelped and fell to the ground. The Captor pressed a muddy boot over her back and prevented her from pulling herself back up. Faeused all her strength to push back from the ground but the pressure of the boot increased and her cry of pain was muffled as her face hit the grassy ground, staining her face with bits of grass and soil. "No…" Fae let loose a cry of desperation and tried to stand up again. Tears, out of her control, sprung up to the wells of her eyes but she was determined not to show any weakness. Are you going to give up so easily? Fae! Driven by her own thoughts of determination, her tears disappeared. She continued her struggle against her captor.
"Stay down!" The rough, harsh voice yelled in Fae's ears. "god, you're worse than the rest."
The rest?
"But that's alright. Target acquired." Even though her face was in the ground, Fae could imagine his dirty face, with his lips pulling into a malicious grin, no, a smirk.
Something hard was pressed against Fae's neck. Alarmed, she tried to move away but was held back.
"Good night." A gunshot sound. A needle-like pain jabbed her at the neck. Fae gasped at the pain. Her whole body turned sluggish and heavy all of a sudden. She struggled to keep her eyes open but the lure to the darkness was too great and Fae succumbed to it.
Fae woke up in a bolt and pulled herself upright. She gasped and turned to see her surroundings. All dark. Everywhere was dark. She could see nothing. Still sluggish and dizzy, she tried to make sense of the place she was in. She twitched her hands and realized they were stuck to some place. Confused, Fae looked up. What happened…? Her head was so heavy. Her head dropped and her hands still stayed at the same place. What…? Fae could not think straight. Was she...tied up? To her surprise, her chin could not feel the normal sensation of her Mew Stone to transform with. Without it, she was powerless, helpless! A sense of fear crept to her. She struggled weakly but her hands would not budge. Her wrists ached. Her hands were pinned to each side of her body beside her head. Her lips were cracked and thirst was driving Fae's senses into a woozy, drowsy state. Rough hands pulled something off her head and bright light enveloped the place. Fae blinked continuously and tried to get use to the sudden flash of bright light. Limp and still dizzy from the drug they had given her, she tried to make sense of her situation. The drug seemed to be wearing off. Someone jammed a tube into her mouth. Water flowed out and Fae drank. What…was…happening?
"Just relax, and sleep. You were born to kill. Kill. Kill them. Kill everyone. Now." Dizzy, and captivated by the soothing voice, Fae took those words seriously.