Welcome to America (1/4)

(A/N: I accidentally posted the wrong chapter, so here is the actual chapter coupled with the next one as well)

The room around me looked quite fragile, especially the reflective glass to my right, while the handcuffs around my wrists could potentially slow me down enough to be caught, I was pretty confident about slipping it off by dislocating a finger or two.

The glass however is the tricky part, up until now the only reinforced glass I had frequent contact with was from Military grade vehicles, but in a world where criminals are capable of throwing cars like toys such holding facilities must scale proportionally with it. While I did wonder slightly how they managed to create so much reinforced material, the fact that the people of this world were capable of mountain-sized construction gave me a hint that materials are not an issue for them.

The door would be easier to go through, as far as I can tell when they brought me in it hadn't been reinforced nor did it hold a particularly strong locking mechanism.

Never mind, while I have been dismantling the place's security from the inside out with an impasse face, it was mostly a side effect of feeling so exposed. The empty feeling of my holster and the missing weight of my guns made me uncomfortable, and I was trying to distract myself by analyzing the security of the place.

The flying woman who I now know as Alexandria had taken me here after my talk. At first, everything was okay, but that quickly devolved after they discovered four bodies having been killed by either bullets or grenades.

After that things took a different turn, I couldn't understand their reaction. They were a threat and as such quickly dealt with, why was everyone still so scared? After the facts came around I was striped promptly of my equipment.

I did put up a protest, and when not followed reacted accordingly. As in breaking the hand of the guy who tried to take my pistol. That immediately made all the people dressed in what looked like black uniforms hostile.

Alexandria managed to calm them down, but in the end, I had been forced to enter the room and not resist being chained down.

Since the request came from the heroine herself I saw no need to put up any sort of resistance, especially since she promised that my guns would be returned as soon as the screening process was finished.

But almost an entire hour has passed, exactly fifty-six minutes and twenty-seven seconds, without anyone entering the room.

Maybe this was a trap? Setting me down until my guard was relaxed?

I threw that thought away, if they wanted to hurt me Alexandria would have easily crushed me when she had her arms around my torso.

So then, what should I do?

Well I was done, wasn't I?

Everything I came here to do, to protect the heroes who found their match, to ensure that the world wouldn't go tumbling down a deep slope. That's what Not!Satan said right?

Then there is nothing left for me to do here. While I would have liked to see the Heroes again, especially to talk and see how they were in general, I don't have any particular reason to continue being here.

From what little I glimpse in this new world, is that it is dangerous, with many people having dangerous weapons and drugs that can elevate them to God-level beings compared to ordinary people.

It's likely that Not!Satan will send me to another place that needs saving.

I want to feel the warmth, again, and again, and again.

Alexandria had been so warm. And her words had been even warmer.

Internally I apologized to her, the promise of staying here until the situation had been fixed would be broken, contacting Not!Satan would probably take me away from this place and get punted into the next mission.

So I looked up, and spoke "Mr Space Not Satan, mission done, new one?"

There was silence in the room before everything lost its color, rapidly my vision became white with different shades of black.

Couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, everything was broken, everything was upside down and inside out.

I was flying? No, I was swimming, wait, why is it so warm? It's freezing.

No! I won't break, not to this, not here, not now and never!

With great difficulty, I manage to push past these hellish sensations and open my eyes again even as hundreds of different manias attack my mortal coil.

Did I do something to anger Not!Satan? I don't remember if I did, and the pain is not making thinking easier, but through a great amount of effort, I manage to push myself into the chair that I had fallen off and glance up.

"WHO DARES SUMMON THE ALMIGHTY- Oh it's you." Then all of a sudden I can breathe again, and my mouth opens involuntarily to take in deep raspy breaths.

That was terrifying. Perhaps the worst thing I went through, and let's just say that bad situations aren't new for me.

"Shit kid, sorry about. Had a new phone and no idea what the numbers are, so I had to come in with the plan of putting the fear of Satan in them, you know?" Wait, so he really was Satan?

No, shaking my head I banish the thought. Not the time for that.

There floating in the middle of the room, right on top of the table I have been chained to was a crack in space or as I learned, the trademark of Not!Satan.

"Hell you want kid?"

Well, I asked for it.