This room doesn’t have a door or windows. There is just a
light and a laptop. Maybe I could get Stitch to try to break through the walls, but I
don’t know where Fell and Hart are being kept and Osprey told me he’d kill them
if I tried anything.
We had just gone into a coffee shop. We still needed to eat,
and that’s when they got us. I remember hearing glass breaking and scraping
metal before being pushed to the ground. I stumbled to my feet and turned to
see the wreck of a van that had crashed through the front of the shop. A woman
was crushed between it and the counter. Over the sounds of shocked customers
and employees, I heard Fell curse. I looked over to see her stabbing someone. A needle was slipping out of her neck. Stitch burst out of me in time to
stop a bat that was being swung at my head. Some members of Osprey’s gang were
climbing out of the van and others were appearing in the restaurant. I sent
tendrils out of me and through the one holding the bat, before ripping them outward in anger. A hand
grabbed my hair. I sent Stitch towards the new attacker, it speared him through
the arm before tearing it off. I didn’t want to kill again. I didn’t want to feel
Stitch’s joy. I had to do it. I blocked a punch that another sent at my
face and hit back. I felt a sharp pain in my leg and started to fall, but I didn’t
hit the ground. Stitch had driven itself through two of the thugs and into the
floor, stopping my fall. The one who slashed my leg opened and closed her mouth
like a fish before finally dying.
Past them, I could see that Hart had pulled his crowbar from
its hiding place under his coat and was cracking someone in the head with it. My
view was quickly blocked by panicked bystanders and more of Osprey’s gang.
Stitch ripped and tore at them until the sound of a voice and gunfire made me
stop it. There was Osprey, holding Fell, with a gun pointed at her head. Fell
was bloody and unconscious. I could see from the bodies around her that she had
fought them until whatever they stuck her with took her down. Looking to Hart,
I saw his arm hanging limp at his side as he tried to stop the choke-hold that
one of them had on him. Osprey ordered me to give up if I wanted Fell and Hart
to live, before disappearing with her. Hart mouthed the word “no” at me before
a strike to the back of my head made everything go black.
When I came to, I was in this room. The laptop was on.
They must have been watching me, because a video call came in. I accepted it.
Osprey stood there, smirking. Fell was tied to a chair next to him. He
introduced himself and told me not to try anything stupid or she would die and
then it would be Hart’s turn. She was awake but still drugged. She let out a
slurred plea for me to break out and run. At this, Osprey took a knife and
grabbed her face. I could hear a choked cry of pain from her as he started to
press it into her eye. I yelled at him to stop. He told me not to worry; that
she would live if I behaved. He reached toward the camera and the call ended.
I don’t know what to do
