Three days. Three days until the death of someone I love. How can I accept? How can I refuse?
My wrists throb, distracting me from my thoughts. Both are bloody messes to break out of my shackles was not the best idea. All I can say is it's a good thing my suit is black, or the blood dripping all over my arms and legs would make quite a stain.
"I told you you were useless. Your team needs your help, and you get captured."
"I don't need this right now, Amy," I sigh.
"That girl is going to die. Your new friend. You must know that by now," Amy snickers. She sits on her knees, facing me. The blood still stains her dress, but her face is unmarked, with no cuts or shards of broken glass.
"She's not going to die. I'm going to–"
"You're going to what? Give in? Join F.E.A.R.? You're a coward."
"Well I can't refuse them! If I do, they'll kill my friends..."
"If you accept, they'll kill your friends anyways. You really are brainless. They aren't going to spare your buddies if you join them. They will use you to kill them!"
"They... They can't do that. That's impossible," I stammer.
"Oh? It's just as impossible as you kids having powers in the first place. So yeah, your screwed." Amy stands up and starts pacing around my cell.
"Why are you here?" I demand, craning my neck to see her as she glides around the back of the room.
"Is that any way to talk to an old dead friend? I'm just here to help you. I mean, it's clear that your new friends aren't coming for you."
"It hasn't even been a day. They could still come."
"And if they don't?" Amy comes right up behind my ear. "Then what?"
"I... I'll..."
"Exactly. That girl will die, and you will too. That is, unless you break out," Amy purrs.
"If you haven't noticed, I've tried that already." I jerk my jaw down towards my bloody wrists.
"Let me help you out. I can break you out of here and save your friends. That is what you want, isn't it?"
"You can't help me. You're probably just some figment of my imagination. You're... You're dead." I mutter glumly.
"Yeah, I'm dead. But I'm here now, aren't I? Would a figment of your imagination be able to do this?"
Amy pulls a kitchen knife from behind her back and slashes one of my restraints in half in one quick motion. She also manages to slash a bit of my already sore wrist, and I yelp in pain.
"So do you want my help, or not?"
"Fine. Yes, I want your help."
A terrifying smile breaks out across Amy's lips. She giggles.
"Perfect."
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Okay, that wasn't really a chapter per say, but it is definitely necessary information. Next chapter will be the big surprise, and I am probably going to post that one today as well. Keep an eye out, and thanks for reading!
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