It was the ricochet of gun shots that shocked Ami from sleep. She jerked upright, her body reacting instinctively, eyes tracking in all directions. Mental awareness reached out and slammed into the wall so hard that she psychically recoiled. The recoil echoed through her skull, making her wince and cry out in sharp pain but even that was secondary to the screams.
Panicked, desperate female screams. Ami didn't need to rely on her empathy to know that something horrible was happening. Something horrible was happening to one of her friends. She didn't need to be able to access her powers to know that; all she needed was basic human intuition.
Another gun shot sounded, and Ami reached down and yanked the IV from her arm. The panel behind her bed, that she hadn't noticed previously beeped in alarm, but Ami didn't care. She didn't have a plan, she just knew that she couldn't lie idly by while … whatever was happening continued to happen.
Her legs were weak and jellied, and the pale, cold floor slanted downward as she stepped towards the door.
Ami made it three timid steps before the door swung open and her captors – a man and a woman – stepped inside. Behind them she could see two "orderlies" and hear dying hysterical sobs.
"Miss Jackson," the woman stepped forward, her voice cold and hard, "You're out of bed."
"What's going on? What happened?"
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," the man stated.
"On the contrary," the woman gave a smile, but it was an empty smile that chilled Ami to the bone. "One of your friends attempted something stupid. Another one of your friends paid the price. Let that be a lesson to you. Now return to bed."
(No! No! Who? No …) Ami tried to organize her thoughts and stay calm, but the drugs continued to fog her brain and her responses. "Who? Why?"
"Miss Jackson, my patience is wearing. You will return to the bed or we'll return you."
"I just want to know what's going on!" Ami tried to back away from the goons who proceeded into the room at the woman's nod, but her feet did not cooperate with her. A step backwards and she lost her balance. She was halfway to the floor when the goons descended on her, grabbing her by the arms and easily lifting her despite her struggles.
"Talk to me!" Ami screamed. She twisted and struggled futilely in the grip of the goons. "Tell me what's going on! You sodding wankers, tell me what the bleeding hell you want! Why are we here? What are you doing to us!?!"
The prick of a needle in her arm temporarily distracted her.
(They're drugging me again. I just woke up. I *need* to be awake.)
"Tell me what's going on." Her voice was a little less strong, a little less demanding and the room tilted sharply on its axis.
"You're going back to sleep, and that's all you need to know."
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[Ami] Right Questions, Wrong Answers
Date: 2006-07-02 03:15 am (UTC)Panicked, desperate female screams. Ami didn't need to rely on her empathy to know that something horrible was happening. Something horrible was happening to one of her friends. She didn't need to be able to access her powers to know that; all she needed was basic human intuition.
Another gun shot sounded, and Ami reached down and yanked the IV from her arm. The panel behind her bed, that she hadn't noticed previously beeped in alarm, but Ami didn't care. She didn't have a plan, she just knew that she couldn't lie idly by while … whatever was happening continued to happen.
Her legs were weak and jellied, and the pale, cold floor slanted downward as she stepped towards the door.
Ami made it three timid steps before the door swung open and her captors – a man and a woman – stepped inside. Behind them she could see two "orderlies" and hear dying hysterical sobs.
"Miss Jackson," the woman stepped forward, her voice cold and hard, "You're out of bed."
"What's going on? What happened?"
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," the man stated.
"On the contrary," the woman gave a smile, but it was an empty smile that chilled Ami to the bone. "One of your friends attempted something stupid. Another one of your friends paid the price. Let that be a lesson to you. Now return to bed."
(No! No! Who? No …) Ami tried to organize her thoughts and stay calm, but the drugs continued to fog her brain and her responses. "Who? Why?"
"Miss Jackson, my patience is wearing. You will return to the bed or we'll return you."
"I just want to know what's going on!" Ami tried to back away from the goons who proceeded into the room at the woman's nod, but her feet did not cooperate with her. A step backwards and she lost her balance. She was halfway to the floor when the goons descended on her, grabbing her by the arms and easily lifting her despite her struggles.
"Talk to me!" Ami screamed. She twisted and struggled futilely in the grip of the goons. "Tell me what's going on! You sodding wankers, tell me what the bleeding hell you want! Why are we here? What are you doing to us!?!"
The prick of a needle in her arm temporarily distracted her.
(They're drugging me again. I just woke up. I *need* to be awake.)
"Tell me what's going on." Her voice was a little less strong, a little less demanding and the room tilted sharply on its axis.
"You're going back to sleep, and that's all you need to know."
"No, no . . ."
Darkness claimed her.