The thing about a routine was that it became … routine. After dinner on day six, Ami was again left to her own devices with the exception of the bird book left by "Colleen." Eventually however, looking at pictures of birds, no matter how beautiful the birds or perfect the pictures, also became boring and Ami put the book aside. With nothing else to do, she padded to the light switch, switched off the light – which effectively only dimmed it enough for sleep – and returned to her bed.
Ami didn't remember falling asleep. She knew that she had fallen asleep when she was jarred awake by a voice in her head. After days of silence, and the reprieve of empathy, the sudden ability to hear thoughts shook her awake. Clawing her way up from the shadows of sleep, Ami cast out and tried to focus on the voice and the rapidly fading words. The voice she knew belonged to "Colleen" . . . (No, not Colleen. Alex. Her name is Alex.) . . . and the words were not just random, overheard thoughts.
They were directed at Ami. They were meant for Ami.
And somehow Co – Alex knew that Ami would hear them.
Your wings aren't clipped.
/Alex? Can you hear me? What do you mean?/ Ami sat up in bed, staring into the dimness of her room but not seeing it. Instead she was stretching herself, trying to pinpoint Alex's mind from the others that dominated the place.
Her only answer was silence.
It was too much to hope for, and Ami knew it. Just because the girl knew that Ami was telepathic, it didn't mean that Alex was telepathic.
She flopped back against the pillow, her attention shifting to the ceiling. Four simple little words, but what did they mean?
(Your wings aren't clipped. But I'm not free, I'm a prisoner here, too. I can't go anywhere, I can't -)
Ami sat back up suddenly as it clicked into place. Her attention darted back and forth between the two survelliance cameras. Placed at opposite corners and so that no part of the room was left uncanvassed, there was no way Ami could test her sudden insight and theory without being caught on camera.
Unless . . .
Projecting a calm and tiredness that she no longer felt, Ami lie back down and rolled over onto her side. Feigning trying to go back to sleep worked well for this because she needed her eyes closed to focus on the camera nearest the bed. She wasn't skilled telekinetically, at least not at the level of what she would be attempting, and it took a good while for Ami to get a sense of and a feel for the camera. Without touching it she couldn't *see* inside of it, but she could *feel* the wires, cables and cords that fed the video back into the wall.
Slowly tugging on the wiring until it came free took time and by the time she was done, a thin sheen of perspiration covered her and her head was beginning to throb. As much as she wanted to rest, there was no time. It would likely only be a matter of moments before someone realized the camera had no video and if she was absent from view, they'd come to check her room. Ami spared a few minutes to center herself, then slipped out of bed. She pretended to head for the light switch, but instead ducked into the area only canvassed by the now out of commission camera.
Ami desperately hoped that if Col – Alex knew enough to give her the hint, that she knew enough to give Ami just a few minutes to test her theory.
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[Ami] Awakening, Part II
Date: 2006-08-04 03:56 am (UTC)Ami didn't remember falling asleep. She knew that she had fallen asleep when she was jarred awake by a voice in her head. After days of silence, and the reprieve of empathy, the sudden ability to hear thoughts shook her awake. Clawing her way up from the shadows of sleep, Ami cast out and tried to focus on the voice and the rapidly fading words. The voice she knew belonged to "Colleen" . . . (No, not Colleen. Alex. Her name is Alex.) . . . and the words were not just random, overheard thoughts.
They were directed at Ami. They were meant for Ami.
And somehow Co – Alex knew that Ami would hear them.
Your wings aren't clipped.
/Alex? Can you hear me? What do you mean?/ Ami sat up in bed, staring into the dimness of her room but not seeing it. Instead she was stretching herself, trying to pinpoint Alex's mind from the others that dominated the place.
Her only answer was silence.
It was too much to hope for, and Ami knew it. Just because the girl knew that Ami was telepathic, it didn't mean that Alex was telepathic.
She flopped back against the pillow, her attention shifting to the ceiling. Four simple little words, but what did they mean?
(Your wings aren't clipped. But I'm not free, I'm a prisoner here, too. I can't go anywhere, I can't -)
Ami sat back up suddenly as it clicked into place. Her attention darted back and forth between the two survelliance cameras. Placed at opposite corners and so that no part of the room was left uncanvassed, there was no way Ami could test her sudden insight and theory without being caught on camera.
Unless . . .
Projecting a calm and tiredness that she no longer felt, Ami lie back down and rolled over onto her side. Feigning trying to go back to sleep worked well for this because she needed her eyes closed to focus on the camera nearest the bed. She wasn't skilled telekinetically, at least not at the level of what she would be attempting, and it took a good while for Ami to get a sense of and a feel for the camera. Without touching it she couldn't *see* inside of it, but she could *feel* the wires, cables and cords that fed the video back into the wall.
Slowly tugging on the wiring until it came free took time and by the time she was done, a thin sheen of perspiration covered her and her head was beginning to throb. As much as she wanted to rest, there was no time. It would likely only be a matter of moments before someone realized the camera had no video and if she was absent from view, they'd come to check her room. Ami spared a few minutes to center herself, then slipped out of bed. She pretended to head for the light switch, but instead ducked into the area only canvassed by the now out of commission camera.
Ami desperately hoped that if Col – Alex knew enough to give her the hint, that she knew enough to give Ami just a few minutes to test her theory.
Closing her eyes, Ami focused.
And teleported away from the room.