Drip. Drip. Drip

Water is dripping on my face now as I look at the roof, a bright light is now glaring at me. Fifth time they've interrogated me this week. Its been what? Eight weeks maybe? I don't know anymore. I broke out every other time but now what's the point, I'm trapped here in an Aztec ruin turned headquarters.

"Hey pureblood, taser or knife first?" My interrogator casually walks in, he's no older than a high schooler but brainwashed with enough bull crap to fertilize a plantation. He wears a mask that seems to be woven into his face by nylon cables.
"Taser man, taser any day over you with a knife." I laughed rather morbidly, the darkness creeping in. Why am I fighting?

"Okay, so first question. Where is your grandmother buried?" He smiled and lit up a stun gun.
No answer out of me.
The stun gun whips around to my neck and crackles. I scream out in pain and start to swear loudly.
"Second question, stubborn child. Where's your grandfather hiding out?" Like I'd give him up.
He tased me in the chest now, I feel my heart and lungs claw at my chest and do their hardest not to give out. It's hurting bad. My powers gave out on me on the second week so my endurance is gone as well as any of my powers, otherwise I'd melt through the bars and kill this guy. Yeah, killing seems nice.

I don't know where my mind is going but I can feel myself slipping, a voice pulling me into the dark. I spiral down into the tar that is my darkest thoughts and slip from this reality.

"Give into the temptation, boy. Take control over your darkness and become the man everyone dreamed you'd be." A taller and older version of myself walked towards me, towering over me. He had an unsettling but powerful glowing aura that resembled a demon of some sort. Blue and purple swirling plasma in the shape of horns, wings, and claws. He outstretched his hand and held a white orb.
"Give in...."
I was so damn tired of being powerless, I wanted to destroy everything in this place. I was angry at the world, The Legion, Guardian for not rescuing me, just fuck it all!

I snatched the orb and was suddenly yanked back into the physical world, out of the recesses of my mind. I turned to the interrogator and smiled. His eyes turned to horror as I melted out of the restraints and launched my self onto him. Everything now was in slow motion as I pounded his face in, my Brawn back. A plasma engulfed fist scorched his face, Energy restored. Then I screamed at him till he was mentally insane, foaming and shaking. I filled his head with the most fucked up shit I could think of. I turned to the door and kicked it down, leaving a corpse behind.

Everyone in this filth infested facility is gonna pay.

(A/N)

Hey guys, here's a little short chapter to keep y'all interested. Sorry, life's been shoving itself in the way.

Peace,
PeterAC