The cellar was cold.

Willow struggled against her restraints. She should've payed more attention in self defence class. Willow couldn't see anything through the burlap sack over her head.
"Who are you? Why did you take me?"
There was no answer.
She shivered silently.

The cellar was cold. And then it wasn't.

The ground started to heat up. The stone warmed beneath her feet, so much it almost burned her. She jumped up, and someone pulled the sack off her head. "What are you doing? Why is is hot in here?" He yelled at her.

"I don't know! It's not me!"

Sweat covered her face, the room felt like a very hot day at the beach. She started to scream as the heat melted the chain of the handcuffs she was wearing.

One of the other goons was about to pass out when something- someone, broke through the ceiling and landed in front of Willow. The ground cracked and caved where she landed. It was a girl, maybe 12 or 13.
She was wearing two long braids down her back, and a dark gray jumpsuit.

"Crimson. Super strength. Your name?"

"Uh... Willow?"

This whole situation was so bizarre, Willow just had to believe it.
"You were chosen. Come with me." She said. Then she took off through the roof, swinging on pipes and climbing the walls.

"WHAT," Willow yelled up through the hole, "THIS MAKES NO SENCE!"

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