And His Name was Virgil - Sanders Sides

The New Arrival

/TW: Vulgar language, implied panic attack, pain, spiders, needles\

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It's so dark.

I can't tell where I am, all I know is I'm being carried inside this cramped box.

I feel like the walls are closing in, I can't breathe.

I can't fucking breathe.

I'm curled up in a ball, pulling at my hair and squeezing my eyes shut.

I can't see anything, where am I?

Sparks start running up my fingers, causing unpleasant tingling sensations and lighting up the dark space. I draw my hands as far away from the edges of the metal box as I can.

No, no, no.

Not now, please not now.

I'm done for if the electricity escapes. It's crawling up my arms like a spider, leaving lethal electric poison in its wake.

This metal box will kill me if I lose control.

I wrap my arms around my knees, clinging to my pants and trying to breathe. There are muffled voices coming from outside this dark space. I block them, this is all too much.

I just need to breathe. I need to focus.

I'm not dying here; I'm not letting those shitty agents win.

I finally get my breathing and anxiety under control, thank god. Now I can think.

Okay, I'm trapped in a box, with no way out. There're no exits or entrances, the only way to get out is from the outside of whatever this is.

Obviously, I can't squirm my way out of this situation with my powers.

Usually, I can create storm clouds outside of the area I'm in, but I can't get past this metal, and I can't see where I'm putting it. That would just be stupid; I could easily kill someone I don't want to kill.

I bang my fist on the side out of frustration, and the movement of the box stops. That means whoever's carrying me has stopped. I'm guessing they're waiting for me to stop so they can keep going.

Wait.

I bang the side of the box again. Someone flinches; I can feel the box shift on the top right corner. So they're scared of me. I smirk.

I adjust so my back is pressed against the side of the box, and start kicking furiously at the metal wall. I'm creating dents in the metal; I'm surprised I can still do that. Whoever's carrying me sets me down on the floor, I feel myself land on the ground.

Someone opens the lid.

I take the opening and jump out, running for it. They're screaming, but I don't hear them. I'll never hear them if I don't want to.

I'm in a large white hallway, it's blinding how much there is. You'd think I was in a government base or some shit.

The people who were carrying me are chasing me. I use my electric current to charge my stride, and I move faster. I skid as I make a sharp turn into another blindingly white hallway. Is this place a prison? It doesn't look like it.

There's a pretty large, open vent along the bottom of one of the walls. I take a dive for it and slide in on my stomach, finding myself falling head-first into the bottom of the shaft. I'm unnaturally skinny, and super tiny, so I can fit. I hear the men's outcries of anger as they try to get to me, but I'm too far down.