Several days after the abduction. Zeke was currently being kept inside of a holding cell, partially created out of a similar mist to the kind that emits from his semblance. Inside of the mist. There was a checkered room where he and his captors were left to their own devices. Though as you can see, Zeke was sitting in a chair with his head down, His skin, dried of any color,turning cold and pale. The green and pink highlights in his hair turning as white as snow. While his eyes were flickering from their normal appearances into an almost demonic visage. He felt weakened and bruised with his vocal cords making his voice sound more charred and strained. His symbiotic partner could only barely repair the damages inflicted on them.

Salem:And here we are last. You know, I was worried you and your sister weren't going to make it through the collision . But you were fine. Much better than I thought you would be

The spikey haired boy remained silent, breathing heavily as he didn't bother to answer , quivering and rotting in that wretched chair, trying to rock himself back and forth to gain some leverage for him to break out, but nothing seemed to be working at that moment. All he felt he could do right now was listen to the wicked witch's laments and the voices scattered out in this prison while Renegade was still trying to heal them both.

(For anyone who is currently going through part 2, Don't worry, We will continue that part, I just felt like getting this one out now for an easier transition . )