My head throbs as I lay on the hard metal. The sounds of heavy breathing and footsteps echo in the room. Out of nowhere a hand comes down hard on the table near me and someone barked the words "I told you I would find you little one.” It took all of my strength to open my eyes and face the hazy figure towering over me. The ringing in my head is relentless. I try to move but I’m strapped down to a chair, bound by my wrists and ankles.
“Where are the Hoods and what are they after? Be a good girl and tell me. I promise not to hurt you anymore little one,” said the stern man standing across from me with his hands in his pockets and eyes locked firmly on me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” I mumbled faintly. He shook his head, took something out of his pocket and flung it at the table in front of me. We both looked down at the police badge .
With a sigh the detective sat down and said “I’ve come to find that lies are like second nature to your kind. This badge is my bullshit detector. Is your silence really worth your life. Tell me the truth?”
Is this brute right? I can’t help but wonder if all this is really worth it .Have you ever wanted to run? Ever thought of waking up one morning and, just...disappear. All I wanted was a change and finally be a part of something. The Hoods were my ticket to a different life. I’m going over all the possible events and choices that led to this very moment. The hoods gave me something to live for .Before them I had nothing. I was nobody. They lifted the fog shrouding my life.
I have learnt that people find it so easy to burden you with their fears; hopes and expectations the minute they find out you have powers. The hoods helped me accept and control my gifts. I’ve always been a little different, but everything changed the day I got hit by lightning. I honestly didn’t see it coming. I just blacked out. My ancestors were with me, because when I woke up I didn’t have a scratch on me. I did have a slight ringing in my ears and a surge of energy rushing in my head. The ability to read people’s thoughts and feelings was awakened within me. As I grew stronger, I could even manipulate their thoughts, feelings and actions temporarily too. Thoughts were always swirling in my head like a tsunami. The pain was agonizing, intense and so excruciating, I couldn’t take it. I was cursed with having the thoughts and feelings of others crowding my mind.
The hoods found me .They saved me. They are telepathic anomalies just like me. Information was our currency. We would use our powers to gain secrets and information to trade. No harm no foul. We didn’t ask for the responsibility of saving the world. We just happened to come across the kind of information that could end humanity. We are not the bad guys. The androids, hell-bent on world domination and destruction, who are masquerading as humans are the real baddies in this situation. Why are they hunting the hoods? Why did they only let me go? I need to find out what they did to me? This meat-head detective can’t possibly handle the truth.
The detective paused, and gawked at me for some time, as if he were trying to will a response out of me. When I remained silent he just shook his head at me and said “Just answer my questions little girl . You are in a lot of trouble. Your band of misfits can’t help you now. The hoods aren’t on the right side of the law this time”.
I don’t flinch, this only seems to aggravate him further .I can feel the frustration and fury orbiting this big buffoon. He then leans in close and delivers a brutal blow across my face with the palm of his hand. My ears are ringing and the all too familiar energy flows in my head. This condescending gorilla has no idea who he is dealing with.
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