Ryder led me into a room. It was onyx with one white chair in it. The only thing that stood out. He threw me in the seat and tied my arms to the chair. I tried to use my strength to get out of the ropes. It was no use. "They are meant to disarm supers, like yourself." He said it in such a disgusted way you'd think I licked a swing in front of him or something. His eyes glared at me, instead of pissing my pants like Jack I was going to stare back and give him a glare that could light him on fire. He seemed familiar. I bet he used to live with the rebels and left. He was probably another mole. But I can't see him being underground. He was too classy for that kind of stuff.
The wall looked weird and suddenly someone walked through it. I screamed. She looked younger than me but was dressed maturely. She had a black vest on with black slim-fit pants on and black pointed heels. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her eyes were hazel. Her hair was dark brown assuming she had some type of gel in her hair. She was curvy-lucky- and had a small tattoo on her wrist. I've seen that tattoo before. It was a crow or a dove I couldn't tell.
"So this is the special prisoner? Harlow, was it?" She glared at me. If I thought Ryder was scary she was ten times worse. In my case I should have been quiet but instead I started to say anything that came to my mind. "You can walk through walls? How cool! Can you do it while holding things? Like can you imagine if you had a bagel and you-"she cut me off with her hand. "I can only control my mass. I am not here to make friends with a pathetic rebel such as yourself,"she said.
Ouch. Bitch. I glared at her. Two could play that game. "So what are you gonna do? Huh? Rip my nails out or something?" I kept my eyes on her hands she wasn't reaching for the scalpel or any of the other weird looking torture devices. "Haha. No. I am going to enter your mind and make your living hell come true." All of a sudden her hands had black smoke coming from them and it latched onto me. Everything went dark and all I could feel was the hair on my body standing straight. I was alone.
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Rising Above: Super Story
General FictionLife isn't easy. Especially when you have been brainwashed into a sim where everything is not as it seems. Harlow and her friends all have special superpowers. As the rebels get more angry and the Establishment tries to control the citizens it is up...
