The Gifted One

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Bright lights blinded me in the dark void surrounding me, a loud ringing in my ears.

"...ti..."

I groaned, squeezing my eye shut to block out the light, before opening them, seeing three, blurry outlines of...something.

"..A....C.n...yo...hea..."

I made a sound that seemed like a 'huh?', before my vision and hearing started to focus, three outlines becoming two.

"Wha...the...." 

"..Ant...ca...you...hear...me?"

My hearing finally focused on the voice, seeming bright light shining in my face.

I covering my eyes with my hand. "What the hell..."

"Holy shit your awake!" I heard a Swedish voice scream. 

I winced, my hearing still sensitive. "Ya...can you turn off the fucking light...?" I mumbled.

"Oh! Sorry!" He flipped off the little light built into his eye, moving over to me.

"Are you ok? Any pains? Any headaches?"

I laughed a little, slowly sitting up and on a wall behind me, Fe making sure I didn't fall.

"No, no, I feel fine," I mumbled, holding my head.

"Bitch please, you just took a metal baseball bat to the head and full velocity, don't tell me you feel 'fine'" He said, snapping his fingers. 

I jerked my head up to look at him, "Wait...What?!?"

"You...don't remember?"

I scrunched my nose up, trying to figure out the last twenty four hours, "N-no..."

"Ok, what's the last thing you do remember?" He asked worriedly.

I closed my eyes, "The fire...and bringing Rev to the convention to get Phil to help her..."

He hummed a response, "Continue...?"

"Then, I asked Jack to let me go get Jace, and...everything else is blurry,"

He frowned slightly, "Well, no permeant memory lose, but...Anti? Do you remember Reverse?"

I nodded. "Of course I do! why wouldn't I..."

Suddenly, it hit me, like a ton of bricks. 

I shot up on my feet. "Holy Shit what happened?!?"

Fe held his hands up trying to get me to sit down again. Like hell that was happening.  

"Calm down Anti, she's not dead!" A low voice rumbled from the other corner of the room.

I spun around to see Dark sitting in the corner, playing with a stick, really borad. 

"Wait...what the hell?!"

I finally realized we we're in a cell.

"Where are we?"

"Some sort of base, hospital for the mad apparently, but it got turned into a twisted hell..." Dark mumbled. 

"Wait, where's-" 

I got interrupted from a scream, a female one. 

Fe saw my eyes get wide, and grabbed my arm. "Wait! We don't know-"

"That's not her," Cry said, he's mask going bright as he deactivated he's powers.

I glared at him, "How do you know!?"