Cellmate

“Sir,” the agent interrupted.

“Yes, Agent Mott?” The director patiently asked.

“The runty freak is off his rocker. He’s gone mental going on and on-”

The old man held up his hand to silence him, “Agent Lee. I beg your pardon but we will have to continue this conversation another time. I am glad to hear that Reggie is starting to improve though. I will find you later to discuss matters more.”

Nodding she stood. She pushed in her chair and gave a sidelong glare to the other. He seemed completely unaffected so she just smiled respectfully at the director before making her way to the door. Catching the agent’s eye one last time she slammed the door. Mott rolled his eyes and looked towards the frowning director.

The old mans voice came out as ice, “Jonathan I will not stand for you, or any other person here, using the word ‘freaks’. You are going on desk detail for the next fortnight. This is the last time we will have this conversation. Next time I hear you utter that, or any other disparaging remark, you will be fired. Believe me, any hope of getting a government, intelligence or even security job will not be an option. I will see to that personally. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” clipped Mott.

“Good, now what seems to be the problem?”

“62-”

“Wire.”

Mott bristled, “Wire is having some sort of episode. Hallucinatory, not….not ability related.”

“Where is he?”

“Cell D-36.”

“Why is he there?”

“He has not been sorted yet. He still needs to take the assessments before he his put in a dorm. Also, the physicians have yet to sign off on him.”

“No, not that. I knew all that. Why is he in that particular cell.”

“Its just where he ended up sir.”

“Uh-huh. Go find Doctor Hamish. I want Wire’s physical completed tomorrow or a very lengthy report explaining why he hasn’t passed. Understood? After you see him you are done for the day. You will report to Agent Husk tomorrow, and everyday after for the next two weeks, to receive your assignments. Now go.”


“Wh- who’s there?” Wire asked as he looked around the room. Hearing no answer he slowly crept to the corner of the room and slid down. Pulling his knees to his chest he sat, scanning the room. He slowly studied everything until his eyes went cross. That’s when he saw it.

Careful to keep his eyes unfocused he slowly rose. He felt a tingle go across his spine and run down his arms. Bringing his arms up, he slowly brought them around. It looked like he was trying to hug air, but with a charge of electricity he reached out and found purchase on a pair of arms. Lightening danced around his arm as he held the being. The longer he stood there the more solid it became. Composed of pure electricity, feeding off of his power, she smiled sadly at him. They stood there, gazing at one another. He was spellbound watching her become more and more solid as each moment passed.

“Who are you?” He whispered, not wanting to break the magic.

She smiled sadly and shook her head. He frowned in response. Why wouldn’t she answer. He thought harder and managed to pour more volts into her. He was surprised he was able to maintain the connection for so long. He wasn’t sure how long it would last. He focused on memorizing her features. If she couldn’t tell him who she was maybe he could figure it out by matching her face. He could see the electricity dancing under her skin but the more time passed the more it looked like her skin was just glowing. A look of astonishment shot across her face.

She smiled and whispered, “Some of them can go outside, some of them can even talk to people. I’m not one of those people.”

Confused he asked, “What?”

“Some, like you, can go outside. Some can talk to people. I cannot.”

“Yes, but some what?”

Her brows puckered, “Our kin.”

“Kin? I hat to break this to you, but we’re not related.”

“I only meant that we are both Aduronatio. Beings made of electricity. We all vary in our form and abilities. Some, like you obviously are, are more human-esq and solid. Where as some of us, like me, exist more like electricity. Do not look excited, it’s not all fun. I can only communicate with electrical machines. Oddly enough, the video surveillance system in the hall doesn’t have much to say.”

She shrugged her shoulder as if it didn’t bother her. Wire couldn’t believe it though. It would certainly bother him. He felt lonely enough thinking he was an outcast, but he still could talk to people. Make friends, if others were so inclined. For a moment the odd girl Ophelia popped into his mind and he smiled in spite of himself. It quickly fell as he looked back at her.

“But you’re here now. Human. Solid.”

“For now. It wont last.”

“I don’t believe that.” To prove his point he released her elbow to sweep her hair off her shoulder. He didn’t make it. As soon as he broke contact with her elbow she began to fade. He roughly grabbed her elbow again, recreating the circuit. His eyes roamed her pinched expression. Gradually she shifted from fierce concentration to control to calm. She opened her eyes and met his worried gaze. His fingers bit into her elbows as he focused his energies on keeping her securely with him.

He gave her an extra surge of power to calm them both, then he returned to his original question, “Who are you?”

“Lucy,” she wheezed, still shaking the aftershocks of slipping form. “My name is Lucy.”

“Well, Lucy, it is a pleasure to meet you,” he smiled weekly. “People call me Wire.”

She cocked her head to the side, accessing. Slowly a small smile lifted her cheeks. “But that’s not your name.”

“No, it’s not.”

“I’m pleased to meet you Wire. It’s not everyday I meet such a kindred spirit.”

“No, I suppose not. Hey, maybe -”

Before he could say another word the bulb in the lamp burst and Wire lost all control. He collapsed to the floor exhausted. She began to vanish right before him. By the time he was back on his feet, she was gone. Rotating his shoulders he unfocused his eyes, ready to begin the entire process anew, when there was a knock at the door.

The door gently swung open and the Director stepped in, “I understand you’ve been having some difficulties with this room.”

Part of Agents & Abbies

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Prompt: Some of them can go outside, some of them can even talk to people. I’m not one of those people

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