Prompt: #36 Spin

Summary: Nothing in nature could quite compare to him.

A/N: This is more of a long snippet. It follows Endanger (Chapter 41) but it could also be read alone.

Turbo is Latin for "that which spins; Hurricane, Tornado"

Turbo

It was hard to say what she was more angry about at the moment. As she paces the small confines of her prison, the only emotion she lets herself feel is the anger. To give in to the panic and fear would only give her captors a show. She would not be reduced to a circus act. So she focused on the anger and that gave her strength. At least that was something she could control. Every so often she let out a self deprecating scoff as she thought about how stupid she had been to become so empty headed that she had gotten herself caught. After evading capture for so long, she had managed to get herself imprisoned on the pinnacle of their biggest victory. The one that would ensure that nobody would ever threaten those like her again. The only reassuring thought in her mind was that it had, indeed, been a victory. They had successfully destroyed all the data that contained such highly invasive information on those that were considered other worldly. The Undeads. Such a term was so medieval it insulted her. Just because they were not normal to everyone else did not make them monsters. What was "normal" people anyway? It was so terribly ignorant to hate someone just because they were different.

As dangerous as it had been for any of them to have been taken alive before, it was nothing to how perilous her situation was now. Now they were desperate because they had lost everything they had accumulated from their testing. They were beginning from scratch and she was not patient Zero. She was going to help them with their fresh starte and they would not be kind. They would not even bother to make sure she stayed alive no doubt. In their desperation, they would not take any of the precautions they might have before. That and they knew who she was. There were not many that did not know who she was. Most importantly, there were not any that did not know who she was affiliated with. There not a soul on the planet that did not know who Noctis was. Their fear of him was going to mean her death. Which leads her to another reason she is currently angry with herself.

No matter how many times she promised herself that she would confess her feelings to Noctis, her courage had always faltered. Why was it that she could face the hateful persecution of her oppressors without any trace of fear but she could not tell Noctis that she loved him? She trusted Noctis. She trusted that he would lead her and those like them through this genocide. She trusted that even if he did not feel the same as she did, he would not be unkind. Yet, she could not trust him enough to tell him that he possessed her heart, her mind and her entire being? It seemed completely contradictory. Though, fickle female that she was, she could not be completely happy with his impulsive and badly timed declarations when they were in a tight binds. He never said such things during a reprieve from danger nor ever given her a chance to even respond when he did drop those confessions on her. She knew that he cared about her. She knew that he would do anything for her. She knew that, deep down, he did love her and to think that she would never be able to have her moment, made her very resentful. Now, to make her feel even worse, she was going to be responsible for delivering him to these beasts.

This was likely not a situation she would come out of alive. If she even got out at all, that is. The facilities that they had raced her to was like a fortress. It was impenetrable as far as she could tell. Not only did they put her in a clear glass containment unit with no privacy whatsoever, they had developed a type of collar that prevented her from using her powers. Every time her rune tried to activate, it seemed to drain her of her strength. If they thought that this would make her fall to her knees in abeyance they had another thing coming! So no, there was no way for her to escape at the moment and from the looks of things, they did not even have the intention of ever letting her out unless they had made sure she was completely knocked unconscious first. They certainly did not seem to be taking any chances. If things were that bad and the facility that well equipped, she could only imagine what it was like outside. Which would mean that Noctis would most likely get caught if he tried to rescue her and she knew he would try.

In fact, she could feel him coming. It was like his approach had alerted her inner radar and her all senses had zeroed in on his person. She would not include it among the talents she had been given. It certainly did not work for any of the others. It was only Noctis that seemed to fire it up. Just like she could always feel when Noctis' eyes were trained on her felt like a physical caress. The air around her starts to feel like static. Her skin felt like it was a sparking fuse. Energy was charging all around her and it was not until her collar started to itch that she realized that it was not just her imagination. Something was happening and she could tell from the sudden fear that radiated from the people outside her cell, that it was not them that was causing it.

The first jolt made her stumble but she managed to keep herself on her feet. The second jolt had her feet flying out from under her and she found herself sprawling on the cold, sterile floor. The third jolt took the entire roof off the huge laboratory housing her cell. What had been the ceiling lifted away like a lid to a jar and flew away. Debris littered all around her containment cell and it may have been the one time she thanked her captures for putting her into something so solid. Pieces of metal, shards of glass and tubes of piping fell down onto the floor in a storm of chaos. Several of the people that had been preparing to test her are crushed under the weight of the falling objects. The screams and sounds of panic echo distantly, but she was too busy staring above them. It was then that she got a clear view of the sky and what she saw stunned her in amazement.

It was like being within the eye of a hurricane. The small area she was in, was entirely surrounded by a whirlwind unlike any that nature could possibly create. She knew that this was not nature at all. This was something that far exceeded it in strength. Whatever nervousness she had felt a moment before vanished at the sight of the beautifully terrifying sight. Within the spinning winds were the unmistakable flickerings of Crystals. The accompanying sounds were like windpipes catching a strong breeze as the rush of the wind grew stronger. The walls of her cell that had been trembling by the force now began to crack. She watched the cracks grow larger and larger as they reached around the entire circumference of her cell. Then it shattered, outwardly, and she was standing exposed within the eye of the fiercest storm she had ever witnessed.

And she was also not alone.

"I have come," he says, standing before her suddenly with his hand reaching out for her.

Her heart pounds within her breast as she takes in just how magnificent he looks right at this moment. Unleashing his fury in such a turbulent display to come to her rescue caused a shiver to go down her entire body. All this was for her. His eyes were flashing a dangerous red. His black hair struck out like flames. His body radiated a power that could not be measured. He was a force that even nature could not compare to and there was nothing she would rather do but what she always did.

"And I will follow," she says, taking his hand to let him lead her wherever he may.