My knees made contact with the ground hard. My hands hit the ground soon after.

I had been thrown into the ground in my cell. My body was filled with tight with pain, a thick layer of sweat coated every inch of my body.

" We will bring you back out for questioning again soon. Rest till then." Says the interrogator. He then turned and left.

I couldn't stand anymore, my legs hurt and trembled when I stood up. I wanted to get to the bed, but I was just to weak and in way to might pain to move, so instead I slumped to the side and closed my eyes, but I never fell asleep.

After about two hours I heard footsteps coming down the hall. They then stopped at the bars to my cell. " Brad?" Said the voice.

It was Zack. What the heck could he want? " Are you awake?"

I opened my eyes and searched till I saw him.

" How do you feel?" He asked.

" I don't know, why don't you get shocked for not answering questions about things you know nothing about!!" I snapped rudely.

My words didn't faze him at all. " Cindy would be proud of you for not saying anything."

Those words pushed me over the edge. " Why do you keep talking about her like she's still alive?" I snap as I force myself to sit up.

" I can't answer that." He says.

I force myself to stand and walk up to the bars. " Why can't you?"

" It's not my place to." He said.

I sigh. " Fine."

I then turn and walk over to the bed and sit down.

Zack put his hands on the bars. " Brad you must know I never wanted any of this to happen to you. Please believe that?"

I look at him. " Why should I? You guys have done nothing to deserve my trust or belief."

" Brad. This stuff, what their doing to you is very wrong. Even for us. We don't normally, no we don't ever torture someone like you for answers. We're normally not like this." He says.

I just shake my head and look away. " What do you mean people like me?" I say.

Zack looked as if he had no idea how to answer that question.

I groaned in anger. " You know what, forget it. You won't answer me anyway. All you can say is, ' I can't answer that.'. Gosh it's freaking annoying."

I stand up and walk back to the bars. " Zack, my life is crap now. I made a mistake going after her killer. I know that now. B-but I was so riddle with grief and pain that I did nothing to prevent her death, that I had to find the guy who shot the gun and make him pay for it. Every since I stepped foot outside that campus my life has been turned upside down. Guys with freaky power and unbelievable strength. It's unreal. I'm freaking out and I'm scared Zack, but when those guys are torturing me, I will never let it show. I may be normal without powers, but I sure as heck ain't weak." I spat.

Zack nods. " Why were you guys out in the first place?" He said.

" It happen to be the two year anniversary of when we first met and I was taking her to dinner and a movie, but that didn't happen." I say.

Zack looked a bit surprised, but he nodded. " your right."

That confused me. " What?" I say.

" Your right. Your not weak, you never have been. Your the bravest boy I've ever seen. I now see why Cindy liked you from the start. Your smart and brave. You can get out of here in your own if you tried hard enough. " he says.

" How? I don't have powers like you guys do." I say.

" Your able to heal yourself if one of us touches you right? Our power to heal goes into you."

I nod. " Then maybe that works with powers to. " Thy to take some of the electricity power and get out during the next interrogation." He said.

" I can't do that." I say.

" You have to try. At Least let me know what you decide soon. I got to go before they come back and see me." And with that he was gone.

I sit back on the bed and think about what he said. I wonder if I can take some of their powers as well. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

I ended up sleeping for a few hours before I was grabbed and thrown out the cell.

Hitting the ground hard woke me up. I struggled to get up. The interrogator kicked me in the rib cage hard. I bit my tongue to keep from crying out.

" GET UP BRAT!!!" He yelled kicking three more times.

I whimpered but managed to get to my feet. He then shoved me forward. " Get moving."

I did what he said, and with that we left to the interrogation room for again nothing but pain.