When I woke up, my wrists were encased in metal shackles that were around my wrists, and attached to the stone floor that I was sitting on a few feet away from me. I looked around tiredly, feeling exhausted, and saw Warren, Steven, and Jess all sitting to me side, all of them awake, and none of them seeming to notice that I was awake yet. 

"Did they get the notebooks?" I asked weakly, my voice harsh. Everyone turned and looked at me in surprise, and they all looked a little hopeful. 

"Yeah. They did." Steven told me. I noticed that his face was scrapped up on one side. Telling me that he had probably tried to put up a fight again, and got thrown onto the floor of the room we were in. 

The two leather notebooks that Smith had tried so hard to get from Jess, and apparently succeeded, were notebooks that Steven and Jess kept that contained all of their research and data. There was no doubt in my mind that there was stuff about me, and most like stuff about what happened to Pip in both of those notebooks, meaning that Rogers and Smith had far more information than we would ever want them to. 

"Are you guys all ok?" I asked. I tried to sit up to crawl towards everyone to make sure that they were ok, but I quickly fell back, feeling exhausted and sore.

"Stay down Gill." Steven told me, crawling over to me himself, and looking me up and down closely. I wondered briefly why he wasn't changed down too, but I guess it did make sense. "You probably used up all of your energy when you burt up all of those men." 

"When I did what?" I asked, shocked. 

"When you passed out, you sent out a burst of burning light, and killed all of the men that were down there. Another team came storming in and knocked us all out. We woke up in here a little while later." Steven explained. 

"I-I killed them?" I asked, looking over at Warren, who was looking at me with sad understanding. He moved over to me, and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. He understood that I never meant to kill anyone in the first place, and much less a team of people who were just trying to do their jobs. 

"Yeah." Steven continued. "But they were hurting you, and they bruised Jess's arm. You were trying to get us all away."

"That doesn't matter though, Steven." Warren said softly, rubbing my shoulder as I leaned my head on his shoulder. Steven looked a little bit confused, but I could tell that he was trying to understand. I could see where he was confused though. Logically, I should have wanted to kill the swat team, and Rogers and Smith, but I didn't. 

"Ok. Well, let's focus on trying to get out of here." Steven said, and he made his way over to where the chains around my wrists connected to the floor. "We've all been looking at this and trying to see if we could somehow break you free, but I think, our only option is for you to pull on the chains as hard as you can and see if you can pull this bolt loose." 

I pulled away from Warren, and crawled over to where Steven was. I pulled at the chains experimentally, and absolutely nothing happened. I supposed, if I did pull as hard as I could, I probably could have broke the bolt that was holding the chain to the ground out of the stone. It would probably take a bit more effort than it normally would though since I was still exhausted, but I thought it was doable. 

I stood up, though a bit shakily, and grabbed onto each of the chains. Steven watched me closely as I gained footing, and pulled as hard as I could on the chains. We could hear the bolt and the chains around it groan as they were pulled. I shifted my feet, already feeling my tired muscles start to hurt, but I kept pulling. Pretty soon, I felt the stone around the bolt breck, and I fell backwards, landing roughly on my butt. 

"Well, that solves that problem." Jess chuckled lightly from behind me. "We should try to find a way out now."

"You guys haven't already tried?" I asked, looking at Jess.

"We wouldn't even consider trying to leave without you." Warren explained. 

"Where even are we?"

"An unconventional jail cell. I don't know if it's really legal for us t be kept here, but we are anyway."

"This is definitely the doings of the U.S. government."

"Yeah." Warren said with a chuckle. All four of us then took a look at the cell door that was in the stone wall of the room we were in. The stone walls, combined with the door made of metal bars, reminded me very much of some sort of dungeon, and I wondered very briefly if we were in a castle, but quickly got rid of that idea. 

"Guys, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can rip this door out of the wall. Or at least not for a while." I said, tugging on the bars experimentally. I felt bad about not being able to be much help, but no one seemed upset with me about it, so that was a relief. 

"We won't need you to. Sometimes, it benefits to be smart." Steven said, looking a bit excited, and turning towards Jess, who seemed to understand what he was getting at perfectly. 

"It also benefits to be paranoid." She stated, reaching under her hair to pull a bobby pin that was evidently in the hair at the base of her head. It was sometimes easy to forget that Steven, Warren, and Ty all met Jess because Jess came running to Ty one day in nothing but her underwear, begging Ty for help because she was raped. Jess had recovered from the trauma of her being attacked rather well, and began helping Steven in his lab the very day that she found out about it. You can't really get rid of the trauma from a situation like Jess's, so she did things like try to prepare herself for it again, and I guess that meant always having a bobby pin with her. 

"Perfect." Steven exclaimed, taking the bobby pin from Jess, and using it to loosen the hinges on the door, causing it to fall forward and hit the ground with a very loud bang. 

None of us waisted any time as we took off out the door. We didn't know where we were going, or how to escape, but we had to try. It wasn't too long before we came across a window, letting us know that we weren't in a dungeon, and Warren lifted it open. Steven crawled out of the window first, then me, then Jess was supposed to come through, but before she could, Steven and I found ourselves being lifted off the ground and carried away. I tried to break free, but I was still too weak to be able to do more than struggle. 

"Let us go!" Steven yelled, and I tried to turn around to see him, since he was being carried behind me. 

"It's going to be ok Steven!" I called towards the man, falling back on my instincts of Sunshine. When you're a superhero who handle sensitive matters, you learn how to reassure people, and that it's better to try and calm them down in a crisis situation. So I had to calm down myself. 

"Put me down!" Steven yelled.

"Calm down. It's going to be ok." Steven continued to ignore me until we were thrown in another stone room, but this one was smaller, and more secured. Steven and I both stayed on the ground until we heard the cell door close. At that point, we looked up at each other, neither one of us having any clue as to what we were going to do. 

"What do you think they want?" I asked Steven, trying not to sound as nervous as I felt. 

"You." Steven responded easily. 

***

Steven and I had been in the cell for two days, before anything happened. We were given three meals a day, chances to go to the bathroom, and enough water to stop us from getting dehydrated, so all of our needs were being met. But we were still trapped in a cell with no clue as to what was going to happen, or when it would. However, two days in, the cell door opened before it was supposed to, and a man came in and grabbed me by the arm without a word, and tried to make me leave with him. I quickly yanked my arm back though, and glared at the man. 

"Come with me." The man demanded. 

"Why? What do you want?" I asked. 

"I need you to come with me."

"No." The man sighed a bit, then quickly reached into the inside of his jacket, pulled out a gun, and turned the safety on as he aimed it directly at Steven's head. 

"Hey!" Steven said, sounding far more offended than scared. 

"Come with me Gillian." The man said. 

"Fine." I agreed, though angrily, since I wasn't being left with much of a choice. "Leave Steven alone." The man turned the safety of his gun back on, put it back in his jacket, then grabbed my arm again to take me out of the cell.

"Wait!" Steven called out, standing up and coming after us, grabbing my wrist in an effort to keep me back.

"It's ok Steven." I tried to assure Steven, gently pulling my arm out of Steven's hold and going with the man. 

I was taken through various halls, and into a room that looked quite a bit like the cell Steven and I were it, but it had more light, a bunch of large objects that I didn't really recognize, and was somehow cleaner. I was pushed into the room, and the man who took me there shut the door behind me and walked away. The sound of the door closing got the attention of a man who was bent over a desk that was pushed into one of the corners of the room. The man was almost bald, had goggles on his forehead, and looked almost happy to see me there. 

"Gillian." He greeted. "I must say, you and your friends have caused a lot of trouble around here."

"Where are my friends? Warren and Jess? Are they ok?" I asked. Steven and I had both been really worried about the other two, and it had been killing us not knowing if they were ok. 

"They're fine. We've been taking care of them the same as you and Steven."

"Let us go." 

"Well I can't do that. I need you here Gillian." 

"Then let the other's go. They have nothing to do with this." 

"I'll let them go. But only if you do as I say." I knew right then that if this man had anything to do with it, we were never getting out. 

"No you won't." I growled, calling the man out. "You want to keep us all here, so you can use me for whatever you have planned, and you want to use the promise of letting my friends go to keep me obedient. But you don't plan on ever letting them go."

"I don't appreciate your tone, Gillian."

"I don't appreciate my friends and I being captured and locked up here like animals. Let us go." 

"We can't do that. No one knows what you're capable of Gillian. You could be a threat a threat to society, or even the human race as a whole."

"I save people. I go out there, and I help people who need it by stopping the people who try to hurt them. I'm not dangerous."

"You killed 12 men, Gillian." 

"They were hurting me and my friends. I didn't try to kill them, I really didn't, but my powers responded purely out of self defense."

"They wouldn't have hurt you if you would have just cooperated."

"Well they shouldn't have been raiding our house. I don't know why they were there anyway. We were never even told what they wanted."

"I thought it was obvious why you're here." 

"It is. I'm here because you want to know the extent of my powers, and how I got them. You want to experiment on me."