Chance slowly became aware of his surrounding as he cracked open his eyes, and was met by a harsh glare of light. He slit them open, just enough to barley see, and was astounded to see where he was. He was suspended about a foot off the ground, latched to a wall by gauntlets on his hands, which were bolted to the wall. He was in a large room with a wall of black glass, like a one-way window, which showed his reflection. The rest of the room was made of blank, stark-white tile, even the floor. The thing which stood out the most, however, was a strange structure in the center of the room. A large, metal claw held something that looked like a stone altar off the ground, which had a pedestal erecting from the top. On this pedestal rested a blood red gem the size of Chance's fist, which was mounted in a gold bracket.
Chance tried to remember what had happened, but all he could remember was that he'd been voted off the island. He looked around the room, then focused on a portion of the wall that opened out to reveal a door in the wall. A man who looked to be at least seven feet tall walked in wearing a dark, almost black, suit. His eyes were hidden by a pair of reflective sunglasses, and his almond-colored skin was stretched tight over bulging muscles in his neck. He smiled an evil grin as Chance looked at him. "Oh, good. You're awake." Chance was still tired, and his throat felt as if a scorpion had used it as a nest. It was bone dry and he had a horrible taste in his mouth. Nevertheless, he still managed to ask, " Wh-Who are you?" The man smiled and bowed his head. "They call me , and you are our first subject." He said brightly, though that made it all the more menacing. "Subject?" Chance asked his voice weak from disuse. How long had he been out, anyway? He couldn't remember, and in this windowless room, it was impossible to tell. nodded proudly, then directed his attention to the stone pedestal in the center of the room.
"Yes, subject. You see, this pedestal and stone came from a temple deep in the jungles of Asia. It is said to hold the power to give the powers of gods to those who can capture them. But, as you know, there are no gods walking the earth today. So, when we heard about you delightful children, we believed that we could steal your powers, and gather them in this gem, so they could be harnessed to become the ultimate weapon. And, since they voted you off first (and I am sorry about that, my friend), you get something much better then a million dollars. You get to help start a new world order." He walked over to the platform the altar rested on, which sported a few different controls. Chance was trying desperately to use his powers, but the gauntlets he was wearing made it so he couldn't use them. The familiar green glow was absent as he tried to move anything, even a pebble of his surroundings.
finished adjusting the controls and turned back to Chance, his hand on a dark blue button on the controls. "Well, my young, friend, I am thrilled to give you this honor, but…I can't promise it will be…," He pushed the button down, and arches of electricity surged over the stone of the altar as the gem began to glow with a blood-red light. "…pleasant." A beam of red light shot from the gem, slamming into the earth-mover's chest. chuckled darkly, but the sound was lost behind Chance's bloodcurdling screams of agony.
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Back at camp, everyone was going about their usual business, and Kayla and Jamie were sitting together on the rock where they had talked that night before the karaoke challenge was announced. "So, you've never dated anyone since that thing?" Kayla asked Jamie and he nodded. "Yeah, I won't let anyone use me again. That's one reason I came here. To find people who could understand." She leaned against him and he continued, "When I was a kid, I had already used my powers a few times by accident. Everyone thought I was a freak, and I got beat up, a lot. Eventually, I had a temper tantrum as a little kid and my powers activated. I hurt some other kid. Bad. That night, a group of people came to my house and demanded my parents give me up. They refuse, and there was a fight. Shots were fired, and I ran away, like a little kid, and I found my way to a foster home about a hundred miles away. I'm an orphan, because my parents died saving me. My foster parents are great and all, but it's my fault my parents are…" He couldn't finish, as he was biting his lip and a few tears rolled down his cheeks.
Kayla wrapped her arms around him, and Jamie wrapped an arm around her shoulder. " I understand." She said softly, and she kissed his cheek. He smiled a bit, and the tears stopped. He turned to her, and drew her close. "I know." He whispered, and drew her into a kiss. The sun seemed to shine extra bright on their little meeting place right then, which, thanks to Kayla, might not be just an illusion.
Holy bumble bees on a body board! I've updated twice in, like…two frickin hours! Holy S#%!!!!! Well, I hope you've all enjoyed this chapter, and I look forward to writing more. I bid you, adieu.