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Of course, you can't refuse someone's demands with your life on the line. It's just not ethical. Unless of course, their demand is that you kill yourself or something of the like. At which point, you're going to die anyways, so, you might as well choose the less painful way. For me, this was letting River in on my idea with Artemis. Granted, that was pretty painful, but no one wants to be on mama's bad side....

Luckily, Artemis was still out cold by the time the neuro-beam was finished, but, well, River was River. And water can get through a level seven containment chamber and land on unsuspecting sleeping geniuses with ease. Oh, River... you never fail to be cliche.

"River!" I cry, and pry the empty bucket away from her. She smirks at me as my prisoner awakes and shouts incoherent things at empty space. I feel the need to back up as he does so.

Finally, he rubs his eyes and sees the two of us, young (River being in her early twenties), muscular and leather-clad (more so River than myself of course) and he pushes himself against the wall behind him. River gives a sultry grin, even though he's younger than her. I roll my eyes. Oddly enough, Artemis isn't afraid, or at least he doesn't show it. He seems a bit impressed, and almost flattered. I wonder what goes through his head for a brief moment, and then decide that I don't even want to know.

"So," He begins, cooly, "You've managed to capture me. To whom to I owe the respect of such a task?" He gives an evil, chilling grin that rivals even River's best. His two, mismatched eyes dart about the room, a flicker of warm hazel and electric blue. Creepy...

I clear my throat. "Uh, that'd be me. I captured you." I try to smile some, but I'm sure I've failed.

The look of suprise on his face is eminent, though he covers it quickly.

"I suppose I shouldn't be suprised, after all society's youth is overcoming its elders rapidly, but how old could you possibly be? Why, you're just a baby. And this lab? It's certainly more than anyone could've expected in these situations." His emphasis on 'situations' make the hair on the back of my neck rise. Everything about this guy is driving me up a wall.

"I'm fourteen, thank you. I've been genetically altered so that I advance far beyond human capabilities." I say, matter-of-factly.

"Not to mention she took steriods." River mutters, eying the punctures in my arms.

"That's some juice if you managed to take out Butler. Pray, tell how you did such a thing."

"Uh, well, for one, I got him with a sedative when my inside man hit the lights. Certainly you remember that much. I used my portero ray --an anti-gravity ray, that is-- and moved him to a closet. It's my own special for the sedative; you probably wouldn't be awake if the neuro-beam hadn't totally fried the neurotoxins in it." I manage to smile this time, because mama never lets me tell anyone about my inventions.

"She also mixes her own steriods and harvests her own weed," River scoffs. I feel like cuffing her on the back of the head, but she always strikes back faster than I can duck. And she's not even genetically enhanced.

"I don't grow weed," I growl.

"You gave me neurotoxins?" Artemis exclaims, searching himself for my puncture fearfully.

"Don't worry. They're totally safe. I watered them down enough to where the paralysis is temporary. You can move, can't ya? Well, it's my juice. One drop is enough to knock out a full-grown man for at least two days. I highly doubt Butler is even awake yet."

"So you're just some sort of super-human, super-brilliant freak? You bore me."

It's so blunt that I am taken aback by how honest it is, coming from a deceitful, world-class criminal. Boring? How can a super-human like me be boring? It's so dreadfully honest that I just stare blankly at River, who fills in the silence.

"You're not the only one." River smiles at me and I slowly come back to my senses.

Focus Sofie! You have a job to do! I tell myself, and breathe in slowly. Suddenly, I've forgotten my plan of action. Artemis fills the room with his generally bored aura.

"Did you want something from me, or were you just going to bring me here to see if you can do it?" He asks as he gets to his feet. "Because if you don't have something in mind, I'll be on my--"

But he doesn't finish. Three things cut him off. Two are girls yelling at him to stop, and the third is my adjustments on his cerebellum with my neuro-beam. Once he hits the perimeter of the small square I've set as his prison, he stops abrubtly. It has the effect of him walking straight into a wall, but it's as undetected as an invisible fence. He falls back on his butt and rubs his forehead.

"What the hell was that?" He asks, stunned. I blush a little. Boring super-human my ass.

"That would be my level seven containment chamber you just tried to walk out of."

He tilts his head.

"Level seven?"

"Yeah, level seven. A level six won't hold someone like you, are you kidding me? You could break those things with a rock!"

"True, true. But what makes this a level seven?" He asks, and I feel cornered. I never liked giving away my secrets. But River, well, River never cared. As I shuffle my feet, she fills in the gaps.

"It's cerebral. You couldn't break it if you tried. It's like an electic dog fence. Once you hit the perimeter, you get a little zap. I don't think you could even teleport outta this thing. It's an imaginary box."

"So, it's just an illusion?"

"It's more a mindset," I say, regaining my voice, "It's drilled into your mind that you can't walk through the walls, so your body is unable to do so. It's full-out hypnotism."

Artemis snorts a laugh and sits back, then kicks one foot over the other casually.

"So all I have to do is un-hypnotize myself? Well, ladies, it was nice meeting you, but I have buisness to take care of." He addresses us promptly, then mutters to himself, "Invisible walls. Pshaw. This should be simple."

"Au contrair, mon frair!" I cry out, and he jumps a bit. "This is a level seven. The very existence of its walls is drilled into a part of the human mind that not even you, or even I use. It's inaccessable, thus, you cannot free yourself. But have fun trying." I smirk. This guy is really getting under my skin.

"If you insist. I must play prisoner then," He sighs, and paces about within walls he doesn't even know of. He stops suddenly, then turns to me and spits out a mouthful of words before disappearing to my lab bathroom, which is within his perimeter so he doesn't ever get let out.

"You know what they say," an echo of his voice mocks, "Here today, gone tomorrow."