I sat there in my cell, worried for the news that the Enemy would bring to me about my actual parents. I had hope that they were still waiting for me to come back to them. I couldn't picture them not wanting to have me again, but yet again, why would they give me away if they would want me back with them? I slumped down, lowering towards the concrete ground, breathing in the thick air that actually didn't have an awful smell.

I finally heard long-awaited footsteps, so I pushed myself back up to sit up properly and gazed in front of me at the barred door.

The Enemy came into view with his hands clasped behind his back and looking more mischievous than before.

"Oh, Sasha...," he started off, "how was your wait?"

I shot him a glare while crossing his arms. "Not fun. Did you find my parents?"

"Why, yes I did." He tried to hold back a laugh. "They said..." He began fiddling at his collar of his shirt. "...that they don't want to see you. They don't want to have you. They're perfectly fine without you in their life."

I felt all the hope and happiness I had just leave me in a snap. I dropped my jaw with wide eyes. What? Why? No...how could they not want me? Or at least see me?

"Why else would they give you away?" The Enemy continued on.

I slowly looked up at him, seeing the opposite expression he had on his face compared to mine. I tried to push back my disappointment, grief, and sorrow, but it was beginning to become a real struggle for me to since they have grown more intense.

"Well, now part of the deal was that if they didn't you want, you will stay here for as long as I would like you to, so..., Sasha..." He stepped forward toward me. "...you're under my rule now." A huge smile grew on his face.

I took in a deep breath, trying to gain my composure. I pressed my lips and nodded my head, forcing myself to admit that I lost the deal and now I have to subject to his orders. No...why...? I dipped my head.

"Well, you must be thinking that you would just sit in your little cell I gave you and hear me talk all the time, right? But no, I am not going to let you go to waste! I am going to use you..." He knelt down so that he was inches away from the barred gate. "How's that?"

Maybe if he lets me out, I can escape... Yes. I looked up and nodded my head.

"Good, good!" The Enemy exclaimed happily. He then got up, unlocked the barred gate, and pulled it opened. "Now come along, I must take you somewhere else."

I got up onto my feet and walked out of the cell. The Enemy slammed the gate closed behind me, then got a grasp of my wrist by wrapping his rope made out of darkness around it. He dragged me out of the room and with a turn, led me down an equally dim, narrow hallway with a gray tint to it, despite that the room I was just in had a light brown tint to it.

He then halted next to a metallic door that was embedded in the wall on the left side. He punched in a passcode that was on a number pad, located on top of the metallic door knob. With his free hand, he held onto the knob after it made a CLUNK! sound and looked behind his shoulder to look at me. "You guys got high-tech buttons for security-- I go old school." He then faces the door and pushed it open, leading me in it as well.

It was a squared, concrete room with dim fluorescent lights. In the middle was what seemed like a black-coloured dentist chair; next to it on its left was a machine one would find at a hospital for a patient in critical condition; on the other side of it was a silver tray with a stand holding it up; lining the walls to the my right were more machines that had lights blinking along with lots of switches and buttons and meters.

"Sit right here," The Enemy told me as he pushed me into the chair, commanding his power to let me go.

I immediately took the opportunity to get an upper hand of the situation: I quickly pushed myself off from the seat, ready to fully get off, but I heard sickening CLANKS! and a tough surface holding my wrists down. I looked at my wrists, seeing metal cuffs that were connected to the chair wrapped around them. With a devastating groan, I slumped back down into the seat.

"You think you were going to take that chance to escape, eh?" he told me with raised eyebrows as he was messing with something that was on the tray. "Not so fast now, Sasha, the fun hasn't even begun!" He pulled up a thick, squared electronic device with a black cord that had a chip connected to the end of it. "Now, for this to work, you need to show some skin." He winked at me as he reached over and slid the chip into the energy source of my resting suit.

I would've slapped him right there and killed him and move on with life, but the cuffs had me restraining from doing that, which was frustrating me. And I didn't have Zashchitnik with me, so it was useless to fight back.

I eyed the cord that was going up to the device The Enemy was holding. He was pressing a few buttons on it while looking at it with inquiring eyes. "There." He then pressed down on a button for longer than usual.

Suddenly, the shirt section of the suit began flickering then vanished, revealing my bare upper body.

"Ah, there we go." He leered at me while pulling back the cord to the device back and placing it onto the tray. "Makes things much better, right? You work out?"

I glared at him, not daring to say a word. Touch me and you're dead. And I play soccer.

"Alright..." He rounded the chair and stopped next to the massive machine. "Ah, soccer, that's a neat sport." He began flipping on the switches, making the machine begin to hum and light up.

I froze for a moment. I never told him that I played soccer...unless I told him what I thought?

"Don't freak out, Sasha," He told me as he faced me, holding up multiple wires in each hand. "I have telepathy."

I stared at him in shock. "Don't read my mind."

"I can't help it." The Enemy shoved all the wires from one hand into another except for a single one; with that one, he shoved the sharp point into my left wrist; I letted out a yelp. "I love reading your mind." He got another wire and did the same to the wrist.

I gritted my teeth as the pinching pain shot up my arm.

"Don't worry, just a few more hook ups and it's show time." He put in two wires beneath my collarbone, on each side of my neck, and on my temples.

The Enemy then stepped back to admire what he had done to me. "How does that feel?"

I just shot him a serious look.

"It's okay to say that it hurts, there's nothing to hold back." He walked over to the machine and places his arm on top of it. "But, just a heads up, this will hurt even more." He then brought his arm down and slammed a button that was on the edge of the machine.

Jolting energy immediately rushed from the wires and into my body. I could feel myself actually vibrating from the inside out as the energy was surging around inside me. I thought I was going to explode with all the current that was circulating through me, but I didn't feel like I was going to; it was like as if my body was adapting to it very well. The pain wasn't agonizing, but an odd feeling came along with the intangible substance going into me; it was like as if someone was stirring their hand inside me. Yeah, odd feeling.

The energy then began dying down and the current began subsiding slowly as The Enemy turned off the machine.

I stared straight ahead, noticing the new effects I was noticing: I felt more energized, more aware, and I also felt like as if I could pull off quick moves.

"Alright, you cooperated well, Sasha," The Enemy told me as he walked behind the chair.

The cuffs made hissing sounds as they unclasped from me and sunk back into the chair. My eyes widen at the sight. Yes, I'm free! Should I go now? I knew I had the potential to go based on what I was experiencing.

I eyed the door that was the exit and rapidly jumped out from the chair and sprinted down toward my escape entrance.

"NO!" I heard him bellow from behind me.

I snapped head behind my shoulder, seeing a streak of darkness come at me. I halted and thrusted my right arm behind me automatically, protecting myself from the black attack; I dipped my head in the opposite direction, bracing to be held against my will once again.

But I didn't sense that. I slowly rose my head back up and looked to see why what I assumed would happen didn't happen: In front of my arm was a thick, rectangular, transparent block that acted as my shield. I gradually turned myself fully around and inspected the block, noticing that it was attached to the side of my arm and that it was made out of glass.

Glass? Okay, how do I get rid of this then?

"You direct it to, Sasha... You do it mentally," The Enemy told me as he strutted up to me. "Picture it. Command it. But don't think too hard."

I looked down at it, thinking, Please go away. I don't need it anymore.

But it was still sticking out from my arm.

"Don't think too hard," he repeated.

I sighed heavily, not liking the fact that he was correcting me. I then felt a flow of energy glide through my arm and the glass sunk into my arm with ease. I shook my arm as the surge faded away, wanting to know if anything felt different with my arm since a massive piece of glass just went in it; but it felt normal. I then looked at him. "What did you do to me?"

"I have just unlocked your full potential, Sasha. I unlocked you the gift of the supernatural. And now, you'll be more useful to me." He smiled evilly.

I shot him a confused look. "So you...you gave me powers?"

He shrugged. "Technically. Now come along, I have to put you back in your place." He remade his rope of darkness, wrapping it around my wrist and dragged me out from the room and back out into the hallway. "Just because you have powers doesn't mean you can get away with everything now. Especially from me."

I frowned at him. "When can I get my shirt back?"

The Enemy fully turned his head to face me and tilted his head to a side with a huge smile. "Not any time soon."