The Visitor

My heart stops as does my breath. Bit's gone? No! Not gone, gone means she'll return. Bit's dead. The guards aren't paying attention to me anymore, they don't notice when I go limp from shock and horror. How could a little girl have killed a powerful Wavie? I didn't think Snowbird even had powers!

"All black and crispy for the buzzards now!" The Blazie was saying, Cosa laughed.

"Doubt even the birds want her Axe, with what that cursed child Snowbird does, no one will even be able to tell she was a human!" The Blazie named Axe laughs.

"Yeah, can't wait until Jax gets a whole flock of Snowbirds! They'll do even better than our Sparkie division!" Reznor snorts.

"At least we bring in captives. Creatures like her don't leave anyone alive."

I feel sick to my stomach and nothing at all, I hope they stop talking and just get me to my cell quickly.

The cold metal bars slam down to the cement floor, effectively trapping me in my bare cell. I don't even flinch, the only two people I felt mildly comfortable around are the killer and the killed. My chatty guards continue to open their fat mouths on the way out, they're discussing who will take over Bit's lab and who will continue her new projects. I don't sleep well, they must have thought that Snowbird would have killed me so my cell is empty. Nothing but a cold floor and the built-in toilet and sink as well as the half-wall concealing them. I'm curled up on the floor with my eyes closed, desperately trying to shut my mind down. I keep replaying my last moments with Bit and the reality that she's dead and that Snowbird killed her. Snowbird, she's only ten years old! How could she have killed Bit? I still don't understand. It's early morning when two random guards I've never seen before enter, and they don't have breakfast. I push myself up, my bones are achy and my side is cold and sore from sleeping on the floor. One guard walks to my cell door while the other stays behind at the door. Is that a child's form behind him? I start to panic, did they bring Snowbird to me? Why do they want to kill me so bad?

"Ms. Damini is a drag to us all and time consuming for you," Mr. Candice's voice says in my head. Maybe death wouldn't be too bad, I wouldn't have attacks anymore, no one would ever sneer at me and call me a Faulty Sparkie again. Maybe death would be peaceful, maybe death is just what I need. The guard stops in front of my cell door and glares at me with disgust present on his face,

"You have a visitor," he steps back and joins his partner at the door. They exit leaving the child in here alone with me. The person bangs on the door after them.

"Hey! Where are you guys going? Aren't you not supposed to leave me alone? My parents could sue you!"

I scoff, what a spoiled brat. He has nothing to fear from me except some judgmental looks and sounds. A buzzing echoes in the room.

"We will be guarding the door from the outside Mr. Damini, we will enter if you need our assistance. The patient is contained and can be restrained on command, you have nothing to fear." The guard's voice clicks as they end the recording on the hidden speakers. The spoiled boy glances down the dim hall at me with caution but I can't do anything but stare in shock, confusion, and unease. My brother came to visit me?