“Oh come on, Medusa!” Crystal said, rolling her eyes. “You can’t just chicken out now! I mean we’re already here, so you can’t turn back.” Medusa and her sister had snuck into the only elevator that had access to the lowest floor in the palace; the cell block. Crystal had claimed to have already been there, and of course, Medusa believed her. “Crystal I just feel like Mother and Father aren’t going to-“ Crystal cut her off, “Mother and Father won’t even know your gone. This is only going to take 5 minutes.” “Yeah but-“
*BING* Too late.
The door opened to a darkened broad hall. It’s grey walls were dimly lit with white fluorescent lighting. Medusa could feel her heart rate rising. She felt Crystal’s hand against her back, then she was suddenly pushed out into the room, falling hard onto the stone floor. Whipping around to scold her sister, she saw the elevator doors close, Crystal’s smirk disappearing behind them.
She was alone in a silent, cold prison.
The Inhuman quickly stood up and rushed to the elevator doors. She repeatedly pressed the transport button, but her sister was purposely taking it all the way to the top, trapping her at the bottom level. All she could do was wait. Her hair strands began to quicken their curves, signaling her fear.
Medusa slowly turned around, taking in her surroundings, praying nothing would jump out of the darkness. On each side of the long room were cells made of what looked like glass. They were all vacant… except one. It was the farthest cell on the right side. A dark figure was standing near the wall that connected his cell to the foyer. All she could see were his bright eyes transfixed upon her. At first, she was scared out of her mind. But as Medusa met his gaze, her fear began to melt away. It was as if she could see into his soul. Curiosity struck her, and she began to slowly approach his cell, his gaze never breaking away from her. As she got closer, she started to notice more of his features. His build told her that he was around her age, late teens. He was taller, and stronger. He seemed to carry himself with dignity, but his eyes… they were filled with sadness… almost regret.