First Person: [ The video feed flickers on to reveal a girl throwing confetti into the air-- or at least illusionary confetti. The girl behind it is clearly just bored with her communicator and having a little fun while sending a message. ]
Congratulations! Someone big, mean, and ugly has made the total worst mistake of their life! It's a great day on our gameshow, Wheel of Kidnapping! What did they win, my lovely assistant? Please show us the prize!
[ The figure disappears from the lens and reappears a short distance away, gesturing like a show host's assistant as obnoxious rotating lights shine behind her. ] I'm so glad you asked! It seems our lucky, unnamed individual has one free, angry little girl who will knock their block off if they dare come near her! Not only that, but they've likely earned the ire of her totally unforgiving father and either way, it just doesn't look good for them at all! But that's not all for our fabulous prize. Do you know what we're giving away, host?
[ She reappears in front of the camera. ] No, what are we giving away?
[ And back to the assistant's place. ] We have one… free… KICK IN THE CROTCH!
[ There's a sound of applause as what appears to be whistles and bells play in the background, the rotating gold bulbs of lights play for a few more moments before everything goes dead silent, and the girl crosses her arms to stare at the video feed. ]
Seriously though. Please step forward.
Third Person: Sleep drowned her out before she could realize anything happening around her. Her arms folded neatly over her abdomen, enjoying the quiet of what was around her without truly realizing what it meant. It took several moments before she realized that of all places she shouldn't be, a train was on the list.
Her heart thundered in her chest for a single beat before going faster-- and she knew she just wasn't alone, but her mind was blank. There was no breath in the air, no mind she could read even though Omega knew there had to be eyes digging into her back. Control left her grip as she zoomed through the cart, her feet no longer touching the ground out of sheer unsettledness. That's right-- not worry, she told herself. She wasn't worried she was too strong to be worried. Nothing could consume her or take her away without being able to stop it in the end.
Fog covered the windows and obscured her vision, and even though she pounded and pounded on the windows, they resisted her. It wasn't if she had super strength, after all. She pat the hidden pocket of her dress for her phone, and wished she had been surprised to know it was taken away from her. Of course someone would strip her of contact before throwing her on a creepy train. Of course whoever was able to get into her house and steal her was smart enough to do that. Her fist made contact with the glass one last time before she shrugged her shoulders and sighed.
"I know it's you!"
She didn't know who it was, but Omega hoped that vaguely calling them out would garner a response. Maybe a scary voice would come on over the radio announcing their full plan to stop, tie her to the railroad tracks like a proper damsel in distress, and run her over. That actually sounded a little fun-- not the running over, but the pure punishment she could deal out in return for trying to make her weak. No one was allowed to make her feel powerless, she thought as she realized she felt completely powerless as time continued to stretch on. She would start wrecking things, but the haze around her and the fog outside made her consider it might not be the best idea.
When the train stop, the signals of out, out, out appeared in her brain. She knew she was still in possession of her faculties, no one was truly mind controlling her, but her feet were moving anyway as if someone was pushing at the back of her shoulders. In fact, the encouragement that she could start flying home after totally getting revenge on the person who dared to drag her out. It had been midnight back home, but the skies were bathed in the orange of twilight, highlighting a city on the sky's horizon. Had it been anything else, ever, she might have thought it was pretty.
This time, though, the only thing she does is turn her knuckles white beneath the sheer, black fabric of her gloves.
[3/3]
Congratulations! Someone big, mean, and ugly has made the total worst mistake of their life! It's a great day on our gameshow, Wheel of Kidnapping! What did they win, my lovely assistant? Please show us the prize!
[ The figure disappears from the lens and reappears a short distance away, gesturing like a show host's assistant as obnoxious rotating lights shine behind her. ] I'm so glad you asked! It seems our lucky, unnamed individual has one free, angry little girl who will knock their block off if they dare come near her! Not only that, but they've likely earned the ire of her totally unforgiving father and either way, it just doesn't look good for them at all! But that's not all for our fabulous prize. Do you know what we're giving away, host?
[ She reappears in front of the camera. ] No, what are we giving away?
[ And back to the assistant's place. ] We have one… free… KICK IN THE CROTCH!
[ There's a sound of applause as what appears to be whistles and bells play in the background, the rotating gold bulbs of lights play for a few more moments before everything goes dead silent, and the girl crosses her arms to stare at the video feed. ]
Seriously though. Please step forward.
Third Person: Sleep drowned her out before she could realize anything happening around her. Her arms folded neatly over her abdomen, enjoying the quiet of what was around her without truly realizing what it meant. It took several moments before she realized that of all places she shouldn't be, a train was on the list.
Her heart thundered in her chest for a single beat before going faster-- and she knew she just wasn't alone, but her mind was blank. There was no breath in the air, no mind she could read even though Omega knew there had to be eyes digging into her back. Control left her grip as she zoomed through the cart, her feet no longer touching the ground out of sheer unsettledness. That's right-- not worry, she told herself. She wasn't worried she was too strong to be worried. Nothing could consume her or take her away without being able to stop it in the end.
Fog covered the windows and obscured her vision, and even though she pounded and pounded on the windows, they resisted her. It wasn't if she had super strength, after all. She pat the hidden pocket of her dress for her phone, and wished she had been surprised to know it was taken away from her. Of course someone would strip her of contact before throwing her on a creepy train. Of course whoever was able to get into her house and steal her was smart enough to do that. Her fist made contact with the glass one last time before she shrugged her shoulders and sighed.
"I know it's you!"
She didn't know who it was, but Omega hoped that vaguely calling them out would garner a response. Maybe a scary voice would come on over the radio announcing their full plan to stop, tie her to the railroad tracks like a proper damsel in distress, and run her over. That actually sounded a little fun-- not the running over, but the pure punishment she could deal out in return for trying to make her weak. No one was allowed to make her feel powerless, she thought as she realized she felt completely powerless as time continued to stretch on. She would start wrecking things, but the haze around her and the fog outside made her consider it might not be the best idea.
When the train stop, the signals of out, out, out appeared in her brain. She knew she was still in possession of her faculties, no one was truly mind controlling her, but her feet were moving anyway as if someone was pushing at the back of her shoulders. In fact, the encouragement that she could start flying home after totally getting revenge on the person who dared to drag her out. It had been midnight back home, but the skies were bathed in the orange of twilight, highlighting a city on the sky's horizon. Had it been anything else, ever, she might have thought it was pretty.
This time, though, the only thing she does is turn her knuckles white beneath the sheer, black fabric of her gloves.