CHAPTER SIXTEEN

When I'm when I come to, I'm covered in blood. My whole body hurts. Every breath is pain. Every movement is agony. And I can barely move at all.

They did something right though. Because this time when I resurface from the darkness, the blood on me is my own. I haven't been able to attack or kill anyone else. I'm the only one suffering here. My superhero powers as they'd like to put them, have been disabled, leaving me on the verge of death.

But I'm not alone. I look over and realize that I've woken because someone is next to me. Their hands are shaking as they fiddle with the silver lock.

“I think this is the key,” she says, as her words blur. “I found it on the ground over here. If it's not, then I'll go to them. I'll find someone who will free you. I’ll make them do it. But I hope this will work.”

“Shelby?” I ask. “What are you doing here?”

“I was on a run when I heard a strange noise,” she answers.

She still can't look me in the eyes though. She is still ashamed over what she