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It was Atticus.

My thought process froze, happiness and relief are snaking their way onto my face.

It's a standard room. Or box of a sort. I know I'm naked, on a metal slab, and chained down. The walls are also made out of metal, to try to keep me in. I can't break it, but I sure as hell can melt it. But they don't know that yet. The doctors and scientists from hell I mean.

I know that there's a door made out of gold- and that they only way to make it open is to put an authorized persons hand on the detector. There's no windows, but there's bright lights beaming down everywhere, so this room isn't dark at all.

I'm naked and shivering, the metal slab is cold. Everything in this room seems cold.

I tell Atticus exactly what I see.

He seems to be force out an answer.

I feel so small, like a scared puppy or child.

I feel like I could be freezing in the coldest parts of the North Pole- but if I had a way to talk to Atticus, I wouldn't mind. He made everything better, and I find myself missing the comfort of being near him. I have an urge to hug him, but I can't even hug myself- being as I am strapped down by metal. I felt weak.

But then he softens his tone.

Atticus expects me to stay still while I'm experimented on?

Fuck that. I think. Yes, I know, my mother wouldn't approve of any of this.

Fuck that too. I think to myself again.

I feel my fire start to charge up more into my body as I focus on melting the metal bounds. The footsteps grow closer, and I determine that it's only two people.

I glance at the detector. All I need is one of their hands on that detector, and I'm free from this room.

Their footsteps grow closer as my flames lick my limbs. Sweat falls into my eyes and burns, but I grin.

There's more than one person coming my way, and I only have one thought in mind as my blue flames spark from my naked body.

This war has been going on for centuries, he claims? Well I'm about to put an end to it. Or atleast part of it.

See you soon Celmira.

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