TM: 195 - Hero vs. Villain
My eyes focus ahead as I wait in the cold white room. I've been in plenty of rooms like this before. Just waiting. Waiting for the next torture session, the next inquisition... or hopefully the next rescue.
Tolliver had a room like this, when he had held me prisoner. White tile and gleaming steel covering everything. They always looked sterile, but they made me feel like I would never be able to wash the dirt away. I know what happens in rooms like these. I know what had happened to ME in rooms like these.
My breath came quicker and dark nails dug into the leather under them and my eyes slammed shut, trying to block out everything. It didn't do any good. I felt closed in. The walls shifting and closing in around me. Violet eyes opened, panicked, as I looked at the door. I had to escape. Had to. Had to. Had...
"Sorry I took so long, Ms. Thurman," When the door opened, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I didn't know this man. Had only seen him one time about twenty minutes ago, when he had first walked in, "I believe our tests are complete,"
"Well?" I asked, my mouth dry and my heart pounding, not certain what to expect next.
"Well... you are correct. Mostly. You are suffering from psychic damage from a psi-link," The doctor, a friend of a friend of my dear friend Puck, tapped his pen against the clipboard and I wanted to shove it down his throat for talking so slowly, "However... your former psi-link with Mr. Summers is just that. Former. There is no activity whatsoever from it. The problem is that a new link is starting to form. Unwillingly, apparently, which is why you have been suffering from the headaches. Is there anyone who you have a close bond with who also shares Mr. Summers' abilities?"
Close bond? I wasn't even sure if I had what could be called a 'close bond' with Nate right now, so someone else? Logan, except he wasn't a telepath. Jean didn't make any sense. Who...
Oh christ.
Bea. It all made sense.
"Thanks, doc," I hopped off the table and headed out the door before he could protest, but not before waving and letting him know, "You're a regular hero,"
I had to find Bea.
Tolliver had a room like this, when he had held me prisoner. White tile and gleaming steel covering everything. They always looked sterile, but they made me feel like I would never be able to wash the dirt away. I know what happens in rooms like these. I know what had happened to ME in rooms like these.
My breath came quicker and dark nails dug into the leather under them and my eyes slammed shut, trying to block out everything. It didn't do any good. I felt closed in. The walls shifting and closing in around me. Violet eyes opened, panicked, as I looked at the door. I had to escape. Had to. Had to. Had...
"Sorry I took so long, Ms. Thurman," When the door opened, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I didn't know this man. Had only seen him one time about twenty minutes ago, when he had first walked in, "I believe our tests are complete,"
"Well?" I asked, my mouth dry and my heart pounding, not certain what to expect next.
"Well... you are correct. Mostly. You are suffering from psychic damage from a psi-link," The doctor, a friend of a friend of my dear friend Puck, tapped his pen against the clipboard and I wanted to shove it down his throat for talking so slowly, "However... your former psi-link with Mr. Summers is just that. Former. There is no activity whatsoever from it. The problem is that a new link is starting to form. Unwillingly, apparently, which is why you have been suffering from the headaches. Is there anyone who you have a close bond with who also shares Mr. Summers' abilities?"
Close bond? I wasn't even sure if I had what could be called a 'close bond' with Nate right now, so someone else? Logan, except he wasn't a telepath. Jean didn't make any sense. Who...
Oh christ.
Bea. It all made sense.
"Thanks, doc," I hopped off the table and headed out the door before he could protest, but not before waving and letting him know, "You're a regular hero,"
I had to find Bea.