I begin to levitate Donovan and myself a few inches into the air, glaring daggers at the bodyguards. I quickly study the different weapons the security guards have; I see some prostrators and regular tasers. I also recognize the large black crystals that act as disclosers, a weapon that is known to either help transfer memories to other people or to knock someone unconscious.

I then frown at the bulky, unfamiliar black guns that two guards are holding. I narrow my eyes at it those guns specifically. Only when I see a black crystal being shot out from the barrel do I tackle Donovan in mid-air, bringing him down on top of two unprepared guards.

I see the guards beginning to close in on us. Picking Donovan up with my telekinesis, I practically toss him down the empty hallway, now not caring how much noise we're making. Jumping over the fallen guards, I dash after Donovan, who I can tell is both angry and thankful. I can hear various crystals shattering on the ground and against the walls as the male Sovereign and I escape the ring of guards.

Suddenly, I see Donovan float up into the air. Skidding to a stop, I look up at the floating Sovereign. I begin to use my telekinesis to bring him down when I feel myself starting to levitate in the air as well. I then feel something shatter against my head, making me black out for a few seconds and drop my hold on the male Sovereign.

When I regain consciousness again after agonizing moments, I don't have time to brace myself as I collide forcefully into the floor, the ceiling, and then the wall. I'm slammed into the wall again before my barely conscious body collapses onto the hallway floor. My vision blurry, I manage to see Donovan being thrown down a separate hallway before the majority of the remaining guards go after him.

Groaning, I try to stand myself up only to be tossed onto the ground again. While on the ground, I feel electric currents painfully travelling through my body, the pain on my left shoulder unbearable because of the taser gun. Since I can't move now, the guards painfully flip me over so my back is to the cool floor. Whatever air I had left in my lungs leaves me when a guard picks me up and slams me onto the floor yet again.

"Should we use it on him now?" the guard with the taser asks the two others.

The guard with the bulky gun frowns in thought. "He wanted us to use it now, right?" he asks. Then holding the gun carelessly over my face, the second guard suggests, "Or should I just hit him with some rentia?" For further emphasis, the man pulls the trigger, missing my forehead by mere inches. My eyes widening considerably, I mentally curse the three imbeciles looming over my paralyzed body.

The third guard laughs. "Or we could just use my prostrator," he says as he nears me. I manage to only narrow my eyes before this guard shoots tzanion at me. I can only clench my jaw as my head throbs painfully. And the cackles of the three idiots just manage to make the pain worse. If I didn't know any better, I would've pinned them as brain-dead miracles of life.

Suddenly, the first guard stops laughing. Wearing a rather bored expression, he says, "But seriously. We need to do something, or he'll be angry." Looking down at me, he holds up two fingers. "How many fingers am I holding?" he asks loudly, as if I'm deaf.

Forcing myself to not roll my eyes, I decide to make them think that the tzanion really did a number on my mind. "Are you holding fingers?" I ask, letting my eyes go cross-eyed temporarily for dramatic effect- Donovan would be proud of me if he saw me right now. "I just see blurs." I repress a smirk when the three guards seem to have bought my rouse.

"We don't have to use it on him now, then!" the first guard says. The prostrator and the taser gun must've made him have the same effects that it would've done." He then hoists me roughly over the shoulder and begins to walk down the hallway in the direction that Donovan and I were trying to go.

The second and third guard quickly follow. "We just killed two birds with one stone- and we didn't have to use it," the second guard comments, cackling uncontrollably.

I grit my teeth- I've had enough of this "it", and my curiosity is at its peak. "What's 'it'?" I ask, hanging over his shoulder like a worn-out rag doll.

At my question, the first guard slams me into the ground, giving me no answer. When I feel some blood trickling down my head, I attempt to move around to no avail. After a few moments of struggling against pain, I give up and stare at the guard who threw me instead.

Only then do I notice that his eyes are two distinctly different colors.

His right eye is a pale grey, while his left eye is brown. Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I glance over at the two other guards. Both of their right eyes are unnaturally grey, but their left eyes are normal eye colors.

The first guard chuckles darkly, his persona changing completely compared to what I saw earlier. The person I'm staring at now looks calculating and manipulative, a sheer contrast to the joking and ignorant man from mere moments before. "So you can see clearly," he comments in a sickening voice. He chuckles more when I narrow my eyes at him.

The second guard points the bulky gun at me. "Should I just shoot him here and now?" he asks impatiently, itching to pull the metal trigger.

I feel pain exploding in my head and realize that the third guard just shot me again with the prostrator again, doubling my already painful headache. With my blood loss and the unbearable pain, my vision actually begins to blur slightly. Each breath I take hurts. And when the first guard looms over me before tasing me again, everything hurts more.

My vision spotted with black, I helplessly watch as the second guard holds three fingers up. "Can you see how many fingers I'm holding?" he asks mockingly. "Or do you see "blurs"?" He then proceeds to laugh.

Livid, I push through my pounding headache. I use my telekinesis to pick the second guard up, slam him onto the floor, then force him to collide with the first guard. After I watch them fall to the ground, I can't help but feel nauseous from what I did.

I'm so mentally exhausted and physically hurt that I don't have the energy to fight the third guard. The third security guard hisses foul words as he holds his prostrator out to me. "He warned us that you don't pass out from just one hit," he finally says darkly before pulling the trigger at least five times and rendering me unconscious.

...

When I wake up again, I see that I'm strapped onto a metal table. I struggle against the painfully tight leather straps. I fight against my restraints for a good couple of minutes before I get it through my head that I'm not going to be budging anytime soon.

Suddenly, the leather straps release me automatically, as if they're actually remote-controlled. I move my arms around for a bit before sitting up. I look around the rather empty room before swinging my feet over the edge. When I don't find any cameras out in the open, I silently plant my feet on the ground. The sudden rush of blood to my head makes me remember the wound I had received from the bodyguards. I place a hand to the back of my head and tense up when I feel the slightly wet gauze on the back of my head. Wondering who patched me up, I stand up and take a few steps forward.

After I look around for the male Sovereign, I begin to wonder whether or not he's been captured. I try to track his thoughts, but the pain is so unbearable at that moment that I'm forced to stop trying. Mentally cursing Fitton for even existing, I look around for the door.

Of course, standing in front of the door, is no other than Fitton Galster himself.

He walks towards me in slow strides, his dark smirk growing as he nears me. I freeze up in my spot, prepared to use my telekinesis, even if it means that my headache will get worse.

But for some reason, Fitton stops a few feet away from me. I frown while Fitton merely smirks at me. Chuckling, he says, "You must be glad to see me."

Instead of replying to him, I make him go flying back to where I first saw him. "Sure," I spit out sarcastically. "If you think that's what hatred is." I clench my fists tightly, waiting for him to get up. My head throbs more, but I try to ignore it.

I cringe at his laughter as he gets up. I stare at his face, not seeing the grey eye. As if on cue, Fitton laughs more. "Looking for this?" he asks tauntingly. He holds up his hand to his right eye. A millisecond of silence passes between us before Fitton puts his hand to his side, now revealing a grey right eye. When he sees my shock, Fitton laughs, "There's the shock I'm looking for!"

Suddenly, the redhead smirks and pulls out a contraption that seems to be a mix of a crossbow and a gun. My eyes widen when I see Fitton pull back a dark blue crystal that I don't know of. Fitton laughs as he pulls the trigger, sending it towards me.

That is, until I stop the large, square-cut crystal before it hits me squarely in the chest.

My head is practically screaming for me to stop using my telekinesis, but I don't listen. Cursing, Fitton sends another crystal at me, and I stop it again. I use my telekinesis to push the two blue crystals together and wait for the third crystal.

Sure enough, Fitton fires three more crystals back-to-back, hoping that I don't stop them all. Once I gather the five crystals, I try to throw them back at Fitton. I already know that Fitton's not using his telekinesis against me, but I still can't push them back. "What..?" I ask, my voice clearly strained.

"They're Nebmentia," Fitton explains proudly. "You won't be remembering the next few moments, Fitz Vacker"

As if on cue, I can feel my power diminishing slowly. I force myself to use more of my power when the group of nebmentia comes a bit closer towards me. Gritting my teeth, I manage to say, "That doesn't answer my question, Fitton." I spit his name out like it's poison on my tongue.

"You never even asked the question," Fitton retorts, cackling in a sickening way. After a moment of him watching me hold the nebmentia back, the redhead rolls his eyes sadistically. "I've had enough now, Vacker. I'm just going to speed this up."

And with that, he whips out a prostrator and shoots me with a piece of tzanion. My headache increases to the point of unbearable agony, and it only becomes worse with my use of telekinesis. I feel more tzanion hitting me by in sudden wave of throe.

I then glance up to see Fitton pull the trigger of the prostrator and the crossbow-gun at the same time.

The tzanion causes me to take a step back.

But the nebmentia finally crashes against my chest and sends into the back wall. And before my vision blurs into black, the last thing I remember is my head wound bleeding again.