Brighteyes

A sack of potatoes

When I wake up I see that they put stitches in my arm. I see everything blurry, but through my blurry look I see that there is a man sitting in front of me. After a few blinks, the haze disappears. It's a small man with a big mustache. He is wearing a blue suit and has like a whole jar of gel in his hair. So what makes you so different from the rest, how can you break the foot strap and use your powers, he asks. I stay silent. So not much of a talker are we, he says. You know it is the first time in my life I have seen a silver one. They are very rare. Perhaps I should call the big boss, but what's the fun in that if I can keep you all for my own. So let's make a deal you and your friends can stay here and only use your powers for me. You can be guards and help us with the experiments if you want, he says. What do you mean experiments, I shout back. So she can speak, he says. Let my friends go, I demand. No need to get angry, I am just trying to make your life less miserable, the mans says. Let me go now, I scream. At that moment I feel the sparkle in my veins again. My chest start burning. I hear the man shout to the guards to sedate me, but it's to late. With one move of my hand I throw everyone in the room against the wall. I lift the man with the mustache up by his neck and order him to tell me where my friends are. Room 8,.....,7.........5....., he says. I let go of him and he falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes.