Opacity

Chapter 1 - Indigo Comforter

My name is Saige Wendalson. And honestly, I never thought kidnapping would be a part of my daily routine, even as a superhuman with abilities. Who thought that being able to defend oneself from mastermind criminals would get you stolen out of your indigo comforter in the middle of the night? Obviously not me.

As I am tied to a cold metal chair by an unidentifiable force, I am pondering my life choices. A sharp pounding at my temple woke me. I gingerly opened my eyes. The metal chair was extremely uncomfortable and I could only guess I was still in my pajamas from the night before.

Here I am. In a tank top and fuzzy bottoms. Probably being held hostage because of some reason or other. Yipee! And I wasn't wearing shoes.

Ugh, I had a history exam today that I could not miss. Saige! Why did you do this to yourself? I mentally scolded myself. I had thought about closing and locking my window last night but had decided against it. There's no way anyone knew my true identity. I was always so careful, even going as far as to sleep with my mask on. Hope coursed through me when I realized I was still wearing my mask. I sighed with relief. Now I just had to find a way out. It was plainly obvious who kidnapped me in my mind. I just had to wait to confirm my suspicions.

My main ability, known as Opacity, is very close to permeation. I can manipulate the exact density of my body to pass through objects. The only catch is I have to see an object to figure out its density.

Footsteps echoed from somewhere ahead of me. I estimated they were within hearing distance. I chose now to be pissed.

"I thought I made it clear when we agreed to have a no abduction policy." I snapped.

"You weren't cooperating. What else was I supposed to do, Ace?" The voice answered, using my hero alias.

"Not cooperating? You kidnapped me out of my bed! In the middle of the night, Midas!" I felt a hand pull at the blindfold and was lifted off my face. I blinked several times.

"You weren't answering my phone calls!" His agitated voice matched the expression on his face when it came into view, then it softened slightly. His mask did almost nothing to mask his emotions. Pun intended. "Nice purple blanket, by the way." His playful smirk made me roll my eyes.

"It's called indigo and I switched my phone number,"

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to. Now, will you untie me?" He entirely ignored my question. My wrists were itching from the rough material binding them.

"You like to keep things exactly as they are. There has to be a reason why you changed your phone number of all things." I debated telling him. No, I thought, he knows too many of my weaknesses already. The truth was I had been getting mean text messages from girls at school, but there's no way I was going to tell him that.

"Why are you glaring at me like that?" He gave me a weird look.

"I'm hoping you'll spontaneously combust," I said harshly. He mimed being hurt.

"How violent, coming from the hero."

"You know me," I said sarcastically. The masked boy pulled out a device of some kind and began typing away with his thumbs. I leaned back on the hard chair and groaned. He looked at me.

"What's up with you?" He questioned. I raised my eyebrows as if to say, "Really? You're asking me that?"

"Bad day or something?" He continued.

"Ya think?"

"Don't worry, I'll untie you."

"Yes, please," I said, straightening up, "I can't feel my legs."