Amber slowly opened her eyes, seeing only darkness. Where the hell was she? She felt something pressing into her back and realized she was lying on a table. She groaned, sitting up and holding her head. She tried to recall what had happened to her, but all she could remember was that laughter. That maniacal laughter. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain bouncing around in her skull. Hearing the voice made her remember a face. The creator of the laughter, the tall figure smirking down at her. She spoke her thoughts aloud.

"Where the hell am I?"

An earth-shattering electrical scream echoed around wherever she was, causing her to scream in agony. She felt something wet fill her hands covering her ears, but dare not remove them for fear of going deaf. She felt a painful pulse fill her brain, getting bigger and bigger with each new addition. Tears filled her eyes, a cry of shattering misery filling the hall, but disappeared within a second, replaced by the screeching. That awful screeching. Then, all of a sudden...

Silence.

Amber was breathing heavily, her hands still covering her ears. Her hearing was nearly gone, but slowly returning bit by bit. Her vision was blurry as she brought her hands down to her lap. Deep red flooded her vision. That frequency was so high pitched that it'd made her ears bleed. But who...

"Good morning, sleeping beauty! Nice to see that you're finally awake. Sorry that I had to use the frequency shifter, had to show you what happens when our new recruits speak out of turn."

Amber balled her hands into fists, red dripping onto the table. He had been there the whole time? He'd just stood there while her ears bled themselves out? While she screamed in pain and agony, begging for it to end? She slammed her hands flat onto the table in front of her, catapulting herself onto the cold, stone floor. She faced where the voice had come from, her vision still slightly blurry.

"I don't care if you use that thing on me again! Where the hell am I! Why am I here! Show yourself!"

"Hmm, no thanks. I think I'll stay up here for just a little bit longer."

Amber glared at the empty space, growling.

"Temper, temper cutie. You don't wanna see even more red, do you?"

She could hear the smirk in his voice, and grimaced at it. Her vision was starting to return to her, along with her proper hearing, and she began to take in her surroundings. She was in an extremely large, ware-house like room, with tons of huge wooden boxes and crates. The metal table that she'd been lying on before was in the very middle of it all, now stained with two pools of red and two hand prints of dark red ink. She shook her head, the annoying ringing finally gone from her ears. A hand flew up to one ear, feeling something dry and itchy. Good, the bleeding had stopped. Confused by her silence, the voice spoke again,

"Look girlie, here's the deal. We need you for our team, but before you can join you have to show us what you can do, okay?"

Amber's ears perked up. Us? Who else was with him, wherever he was? She frowned, faking confusion.

"What do you mean?"

The voice groaned.

"Ugg, look! Don't try and play dumb with us. We know what you are. Now show us what you can do!"

There was a loud click, and this time a different type of frequency engulfed the room. Amber fell to her knees and palms, grunting. She felt a type of stinging right behind her eyes, inside her head. There was no pain, but she felt as if something was being pushed out of place. As the frequency went even higher, she started to feel a slight tingling in her fingertips. Thinking it was just an itch, she started to scratch it, but the itch turned into a burn, then a spark. Her hands felt like they were on fire, and she wanted it to stop NOW.

"Please, stop! It burns!"

There was no response from wherever the voice had been coming from before, only more frequency. Amber squeezed her eyes shut, her hands feeling like they were being electrocuted. She started to stand, the pain only getting worse.

"Please, I beg of you! Stop!"

Again, no response. Only more frequency. The light fixtures overhead began to wobble and shake violently. Amber couldn't take it much longer. She felt like she was going to explode in pain.

"PLEASE!"

All of a sudden, Amber felt a jolt of electric shocks run through her entire body, causing her to stand straight up and put her arms out like a T. Light blue electricity exploded from the light fixtures and charged their way towards Amber's outstretched hands. When they reached them, they seemed to go right inside of her hands and lodge somewhere else inside of her small frame. One by one the lights went out, each one being depleted of it's power source. Amber had tears pouring out of her shocked-opened eyes. She couldn't feel anything in her hands anymore, not even the pain or the burning. Soon there was only one light fixture left. Amber felt like she couldn't take anymore electricity in, even though this was only the first time she'd ever done it. Slowly, painfully, she started to lower her arms, the remaining electricity following them. When she'd gotten them down to her sides, her hands sparked and whizzed blue lights and shocks around them. The one light was still on. Amber was breathing hard, exhausted. In one last act of defiance, which Amber was sure would leave her unconscious, she aimed her hand at the light fixture and cried out, a blue wave shooting out of it and hitting the light, casting her in darkness. She fell to her knees, then to her side, about to pass out. The last thing she saw was the dim light of a flashlight coming towards her, then being shined right in her face. She recognized the face of the man who'd knocked her out at her house, and one she didn't recognize. An older, more official looking man.

"Yes," He said, smiling. "This is the one I want."