My thoughts are jumbled, I can't seem to focus on any one thing.
I remember being pulled from that box and being forced onto a table and then nothing, it usually means, they've done something to me. I don't know what they did this time but I feel strange, like every part of my body is alive, like every part of me is connected to the other, like I can control every part easily. But control is fleeting, I know this better than anyone, if I allow myself to simply let go, my powers will rage angrily and things will be ruined, I have to be in control but technically I'm not in control of myself or this situation.
The collar, the people behind the collar, those are the things in control, those are the things that keep me in line. I fight back when I can but the more I fight, the harder things get and the more resistance I encounter, I do not know what they want me to do next. I have already done so much, what more could there be to do? I am sure they'll think of something, they usually do.
I can't bring myself to think about John or about Scott, the things I did, I wish I could take them back but I can't. I suppose, I'll have to wait and see, to see where this path takes me, what the next step is, but I do wish for one thing, a painkiller, the throbbing in my head is something I could do without.
I often think people underestimate me, the guard for instance, did not see me taking the pin from his uniform, and with that pin, I can be free of the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, there are things to be said for being a thief, wouldn't you agree Remy?
I need to rest, I've been told, they...he will come for me again, I must be rested for that.
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