Another day. Another repetition. Days blended into each other till they became a grey uniform mass only separated by the glowing and dying of the dim light bulb. The guards by now thought she had lost her mind as she sat there cross-legged and endlessly stared at the wall. She view of the once mighty villain Honor Avenger sitting like a Buddha had become all too frequent, her steely blue eyes empty, her mind adrift.
But inside her head she relived her most glorious times in every tiny detail. Flames, murder and chaos. She walked through the streets of Gothic City like a queen, a lion looking for prey. She brutalized Carnivore again and set the charges at Gothic Bridge. She threw Thaddeus Black from that rooftop live on TV and pressed the button to instigate that marvelous pyre from which Gothic City had been supposed to be reborn.
No, she was far from mad. Far from demented. She was just biding her time. The metaphor of the lion had been correct. Like a great cat in captivity she was perfectly aware that this cell was only a temporary shelter before she could prowl, hunt and kill again. Her roar would resound in freedom one day. Just a question of time.
Though she was not stupid enough to neglect her sensory perception even in this theoretically safe environment and lost in her own memory the subtle sound almost escaped her. A hissing like a snake’s, speaking of the same silent threat that the reptile posed. No other sign, no color, no smell, just that sound. It crept through her auditory canals and alarmed her.
She did not even have the time to use the facts that she acquired through skin contact before she fell asleep. A deep breath was all that escaped her mouth as she tilted to the side.
Darkness… blessed tranquility… oblivion…
The world had changed profoundly when she awoke. The oh so familiar walls of her cell which she knew by heart had been exchanged for a room of indiscernible size. It was bathed in complete obscurity, the limits were lost in it and only three spots of light pierced the disconcerting black.
One spotlight was directed right on her. A chair reminiscent of a dentist’s bound her with iron cuffs at the wrists, ankles and torso. The soft leather was comfortable to sit in, warm even. A quick inventory using her unique gift told her she could get out of the cuffs in a few minutes if she performed the correct actions but for now she was content to sit and watch. She knew very well why. The little surprise at the base of her skull told her to.
To her right was an identical chair bathed in the same sickly yellowish light as her. The lamp enhanced the Asian tone of her skin to caricaturist qualities, her Korean heritage was almost lost in the near orange lighting only hinted at in the form of her enticing almond shaped eyes and the fine composition of her facial features. Her slim body was a petite but at the same time strangely powerful frame, subtly hinting at steel spring-like muscles beneath. There was certainly more to that girl than met the eye. For the moment her eyes were closed but it had to be mere moments before she would wake up judging from how her eyelids fluttered.
The most interesting, and probably most important, spotlight was the third though. The chair was even more comfortable, even impressive with luxurious red padding and armrests. The man sitting in it was almost generic. Brown hair in a conservative haircut, rather round Caucasian face, clean-shaven, not slim but also not fat, his grey suit not cheap but also not expensive, his wire frame glasses reflected the light so his eyes could not be seen. As he spoke his soft timbre revealed no emotion other than the factical knowledge that he was in complete control.
“Hallo Miss… Jessica and Miss… Crazy.
You do not know me and you will never see me again, that much I can assure you. This little threesome that is us has been brought together in these particular premises for a certain reason:
All three of us are expendable.
Yes Miss Jessica, I am aware that you try to cunningly wrestle your way out of these cuffs over the course of the last few minutes and probably you have pondered about a way to kill me and escape these confines since the second you woke up but believe me this is not the best action to take right now. My clients are well aware of your special talent which they plan to use and this is why they have sent me instead of appearing here in person. I am very well aware I might get killed here, it is a very real threat of my occupation but as vulnerable as I am to your superior physicality you are delivered to theirs.
And before they decide to let the little device in your cranium explode I want to tell you about a nice little dam in Canada that needs to be gone…”