Filed to story: The Omega Destiny
I Hate This Damn Cage
Ayla
My head is spinning as I stand in the middle of this damn room. I wish Thane was here to help me and talk me through all the swirling emotional shit I’m trying to work through in my brain.
“Find your rage and cling to it. Don’t focus on the other garbage. It won’t do you any good. Raven instructs from somewhere behind me.
“Is that what you are doing? Focusing on rage?” I countered, raising an eyebrow at her. My anger is rising, and I am starting to think that it isn only fair for me to be dealing with my trauma when she has her own, she clearly is refusing to work through, but who am I to judge?
“Not about me Ayla.” Raven reminds me as she walks around the room. “What do you hate most about this room?” She asked and I feel the list could be endless.
“I hate how cold this room is. How they treated me like a lab rat.”
“I hate that no shifter attempted to help me at all.
“I hate how helpless I felt being dragged into this room.” I can feel my rage start to build. I close my eyes as memories assault me, bits and pieces that I can remember. I hate them all.
I walk over to the table with all the damn straps, So many straps I couldn’t break free from. “I hate that they took something from me that wasn’t meant for them. It was meant for Thane, and they robbed us of it.” 1 grip the table as pain and hate starting to rise up in me, battling to dominate the way I feel. My knuckles turn white as I grit my teeth and replay everything in a terrifying loop within my mind. My eyes start to pulse as Aramana is begging for control. I look down at my hand again as I feel my power rising within me without pulling on a thread. It feels like a building, pulsating force that needs to be let out.
“I hate this table. I hate these straps, and I hate that damn two??ay mirror!” I yell as power bursts from my hands, sending the table into the mirror. It crashes through it in a mess of bent and tangled metal. It flies through the mirror into the adjacent room. Glass shards fly around me, but they never touch me. I bring my hands up and study them. I turn them around a few times as the blue swirling power continues to cover my hands,
I turn quickly to find Raven across the room, picking tile chunks out of her hair and off her clothing as she stands from her crouched position.
“That’s pretty damn cool.” Raven coughs a little as the dust is settling in the room.
“It’s new. I’ve never….I’ve never had this happen before.” I say raising my arms up so she can see iny blue hands.
“Well, good. New whatever that is unlocked. Now shut it off before you take the building down while we are in it.” Raven walks toward me and I back up a little.
“I don’t know how. I have never shut my hands off before Raven.” I exclaim, starting to panic.