The Shift, Donatello Temple

Two

I pull against the chains.
My strength is not enough to break them.
Some kind of nonmetallic fibers make up my binds.
I can't push energy through them which means they won't blow off which means I can't escape.
How could I be so stupid.
This isn't Larson.
It's not his style.
This is that new player who's been chasing me for months.
I should've known he had someone to bring me in.
He's better funded.
Possibly government?
Maybe some bored billionaire?
All I can do is speculate until I hear a door open.
I've always wondered what they would do if they caught me.
I guess I'll find out.
Light pours in as the thick blast door loudly creaks open.
Two men walk in.
I recognize one of them.
He punched me.
Unit 1.
"You might wanna grease that door."
They ignore me.
Behind him, walks in a man dressed in a custom tailored suit.
Black suit, white shirt, black tie.
His hair is neatly combed to the side.
A clean shaven beard adorns his face.
He's tall and built.
Maybe mid forties.
Unit 1 stands with his shoulders back and arms behind his back.
The two of them stare at me for a moment.
"He give you trouble?"
The man finally asks.
Unit 1 looks at me with a small smirk curving the edge of his lip.
"No sir."
The man nods, and continues his little staring contest with me.
"What you're not gonna monologue?"
I ask.
"I'm all ears."
He leans forward.
"Donatello Richard Temple. My name is Mikel Keepers. I represent a group of individuals separate from the government, and higher than the military. We are a top secret installation known as the Supernatural Cooperation Operatives.  We track down and study unnatural anomalies, such as yourself. We try to keep them safe, and hidden from the public, while protecting the world from what would otherwise be chaos."
He looks to his associate.
"Sometimes we even protect these anomalies from those who would otherwise seek to use them as weapons."
He turns back to me.
"I've been looking for you for so long."
He says.
His face breaks into a proud smile.
Like a child that just completed a puzzle, proud of his achievement.
"Would you like to know why?"
He asks.
I roll my eyes.
"There's a lot of things I'd like to know."
My arms tug at the chains that hold me to the table.
"Those are a safety precaution. Not only for yourself but also for those around you."
He straightens his back.
"You see, as I'm sure you've noticed you're vary different from everyone else."
His eyes drift towards Unit 1.
"But as you now know, you're not alone. There are others on this world, that are much like yourself. People with abilities no one else has. But none of them can do what you do."
He smiles.
I mockingly smile back.
"So what like superheroes?"
He takes a moment to compose himself.
I'm being extra sassy today, eventually I'll make him mad.
He'll slip up.
And I'll get out of here.
He'd better get fed up soon I'm even starting to annoy myself.
"Not that you'd be aware of this, but I've been keeping Zachary Larson off your trail for some time now."
"You expecting a thank you? Maybe a card?"
"I expect you to know why. We both know what he would do to you if he captured you. Illegal experimentation. Torture, who knows?"
"What's your point?"
He sighs.
"My point, is that you have waged a one man war against him. For years he's come after you, and for years you've sent him running away. You've got him almost afraid of you."
He says.
He lifts his wrist.
A holographic image pops up in front of me.
I watch myself.
In the cctv footage, I'm cornered.
It's in a hospital hallway.
7 men stand between me and my exit.
I run towards them, and they race to meet me.
They don't even get the chance to draw their weapons.
They're batted aside left and right in quick succession with little effort.
"I've seen what you can do. What you're capable of. 
You can do amazing things."
He puts away the video.
"I've always thought, that if you can help someone, then you should. And right now, I need your help. Those people, captured by Larson. They're just like you. They're young, and afraid. They're alone and vulnerable. And they need your help."
His smile fades.
"So that's it? You're just a good guy? No strings attached?"
His eyes take a look of sympathy.
He looks at me as if I'm an injured animal.
"You were made for better things, Donnie. Don't waste your life just surviving."
I sit up.
"There are hundreds of people out there, just like you. Ones that aren't fortunate enough to know how to fight. Ones that didn't get away. And you can help them."
A sigh escapes my lips.
I know he's right.
"And how do I know I can trust you?"
I ask.
The chains snaps off my wrists.
Unit 1 steps forward, and leans on the table getting closer to me.
"Because trust goes both ways."
He says.