When I open my eyes I am in a very dimly lit room. I am tied to an uncomfortable wooden chair by my ankles, and my hands are tied behind the back of the chair.
"That's the second time you've done that." I call out to no one. "You know you can just ask me to go places instead of knocking me out. I'd rather not have concussion, thanks."
I glance around the room trying to identify my surroundings. I can make out some strong shapes in front of me, definitely man made.
"I thought you were taking me to Scott?" I yell. There is silence for a few seconds before screens power up in front of me. I'm in some sort of surveillance room.
"I have, in a way." The now familiar voice says behind me.
"Stop fooling around." I demand. "Who are you and what do you want with us?"
"My name is not important to you. And I don't want anything with you." He states plainly, still behind me.
"Have you not figured it out yet? All I need is Scott. You're just a nice tool to make him do what we want. Did you not wonder why he was the only one who was not put through physical pain at the old church?" I guess I just assumed they couldn't find a proficient way to harm him physically. "We did not want to risk damaging his mutation. Instead, we were going to kill you in front of him, and then threaten to kill off the rest of your little team one by one, if he did not comply with our demands. But, of course, you kids decided you could escape me." He walks in front of me now and bends down until he is at eye level with me. "You should have let him kill me when he had the chance."
"What are you going to do with him? Why do you want him so badly?" I tug on my restraints but the rope just cuts into my wrists. I know what I need to do, but now is not the time.
"Do you not see what a perfect weapon your boyfriend is?" He laughs. "If we can harness his energy, we could create the next big thing in hand held weaponry."
"Then what? What happens to Scott after you use his mutation like this?"
"We'll have no more use for him." He starts, casually pacing the room. "If anyone else was to find him, they could use him in the same way, steal our idea. We couldn't let that happen. So, we would have to dispose of him."
"No! Don't you dare hurt him!" I spit harshly.
The man types a few different commands in on a small keyboard and the screens in front on me light up with a new image. Each screen shows the same room from a different angle. In the centre of the room is Scott. He is restrained in the same way as he was at the old church, but this time, the restraints do not stop him from using his ability, as his glasses have been removed.
"You do realize he could so easily break himself out of those restraints?" I say, the pride evident in my tone.
"Yes, we do realize this." The man still watches the screens in front of him. "The room we have placed him in has walls that have been constructed to absorb most forms of energy. So, every time he opens his eyes and his blasts hit the walls, we get more and more of the data we need. We did, however, tell him that we had you, and if he tried to escape, we would kill you."
"No... No, Scott wouldn't believe that without proof." I state defiantly.
"Oh, he didn't, at first. But once we told him all the things we would do to you, he, rather wisely, decided it would be best not to take the risk." I can see the man's growing smile in his reflection in the screens.
"Wow, very clever." I say sarcastically. "Couldn't you have come up with something more original?"
"Yes, my dear, it is very clever!" He laughs, clearly ignoring my sarcasm. "Unlike your recent decisions, of course. Lighting yourself on fire and walking down a street in pure day light? Tut tut tut."
I've never been able to focus my heat to my hands without having my hair alight before. I try hard, but only a slight warm comes to my palms.
"Of course, we got Scott to tell us why you did that when we noticed how angry you seemed towards him when he turned up to save the day." The anger and guilt within me bubbles up more than ever. I feel my hands heating more now. "Going out and doing such a defiant thing, which would undoubtedly attract our attention, without even hearing poor Scotty's side of the story." My emotions get stronger as he speaks. The rope securing my wrists is loosening. Soon, I managed to burn straight through it. "That was quite a stupid thing to do, wasn't it?"
"No," I bend down and burn through the rope that attaches my ankles to the chair legs. "The stupid thing was tying up a girl that can set herself on fire with an easily burnable rope."
He turns quickly, but not quick enough. I am already on my feet. I throw my leg up and kick him in the jaw. He collapses to the floor unconscious. I smile to myself; I knew cheer leading would come in useful.
I quickly pull out some of the wires that lead to the screens above me, which immediately go dead. I then struggle to lift the man onto the chair where I was secured. He's a lot heavier than he looks!
Once I have got him onto the chair, I use the leads I previously removed to tie his wrists and ankles with them.
Time to find where this creep is keeping my boyfriend.
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