The room was dark. No light shined through the cold, darkened
In the center of the room stood a lone girl. Her dark hair fell
over her eyes, making her seem almost unreal. Her body hung over
in an almost bow. Her arms were restrained to the sides of her
and her body was seemingly unmoving.
At least until the body arched back, pulling at her restraints.
Her mouth opened to scream but nothing came about. She was
trapped like prey of a black widow, just waiting to be eaten.
Nothing worked. She was stuck. Nothing would bring her freedom.
The girl's arms stopped pulling at the restraints and her body
slumped soon after. Her head settled to her chest, and tears
began to freefall from her eyes.
'I'm going to die,' she thought.
She didn't know how right she was…
Unbeknownst to her, a shadow loomed from behind her; the darkness
did a good job of cloaking him within. He held in a chuckle and
watched her give in to resolve. He had been watching the brunette
for a while now, studying her. He knew just the way she'd crack.
It all began two moon cycles ago, when the brunette turned
sixteen. What she thought was the year of freedom with a license
soon turned to a year she wished had never come.
It wasn't her fault at all, now that the shadow thought about it.
It was simply her makers' fault.
What began as a safety measure backfired against them. The shadow
smirked. Yes, it was only a matter of time before he got what he
wanted: her strength. She was the only known person to
unknowingly wield the power to help the world, or destroy it.
He had to get that power. She was a mere human,
she didn't deserve it. But, her makers still had to
empower her with it. It should have been his all along.
'Doesn't matter anymore,' he thought, 'she'll give me
her strength willingly or against her will. Either way she's
He stood in the shadow, watching her struggle against the
restraints lesson slowly but surely. Any time now she'd be ready
to give in.
"I'm going to die," she whimpered out. Her mind was shutting down
on her; her body was beginning to accept this fate dealt to her.
Suddenly, her body jerked the restraints. Her arms refused to
stop pulling at them. It was like they had a mind of their own.
'No!' her mind yelled. 'Don't give up! He'll get
She was shocked when an arm slipped away from one of the
restraints. She was getting free? It was impossible to fathom!
Soon her other arm was free as well and she was out of the
She turned around to see what was holding her. What she saw
caused her to jump in shock. She was still restrained. But, how
could this be? She was out of the restraints!
She then looked down at herself.
She looked the same. Same shirt. Same pants. Same muddy Converse.
Then she came to some of her hair on her shoulders. From her
perspective, her hair looked to be darker… almost, black.
"What's happening to me?" she asked herself. The voice resounded
through the room in an echo. Her brunette self just lay against
the restraints, unmoving as before. "I need to get help," she
She turned and ran from the room.
Not once did she notice the dark
figure smirking at the prone figure.