easy. She can remember the exact moment her parents were killed. There was a large man, larger then she has ever seen in her life. It looked as if he was literally sucking the life from her parents, leaving them lifeless corpses on the floor in front of her.
She cringes at the memory and quickly tries to take her mind off of that horrible night. That was the night she was taken. She might have been five or six, but ever since then she has been with these people. Dora rarely saw their faces but she heard the same scratchy voice each day. A voice that she was never given a name to go along with. She was named after a girl from Greek mythology, at least she remembers her mother telling her that.
Dora adjusts her hoody and pulls the zipper higher to fight off the chill in her cell. She was always provided with warm clothing, but when her thoughts went down this road there was no stopping the chill that ran down her spine. She was named after Pandora, a stupid girl who unknowingly released true evil into the world. Dora was named after her because she was just that, evil. Even though she promised herself to never use her abilities, the people imprisoning her had other ideas.
Flicking on her CD player she hits the 'repeat' button and let's her favorite song play. It was a little depressing but the truth often is. Black Rose by the band Trapt had struck a chord in her and now she was practically obsessed with the song. The lyrics hit home for her and some she wished would come true. In many ways she was the black rose with her petals wilting away because of the darkness inside her. She wanted nothing more than to be able to look in the mirror at the darkness and quote the song.
Your thorns are cutting into me, for the last time .
Sighing to herself she mumbles low to the empty room, “Wilt away.”
Looking down at her ankle she’s reminded that they figured out very quickly how to force her abilities out. If she is caused enough pain her fight or flight instinct kicks in which always triggers her ability. The black cloud that quite literally hangs over her, only this cloud does not affect her; it destroys anything that is living in its path.
There was a period of time she tried to bear the pain of the electric currents pulsing through her, but they only increased the voltage. When they do this, there is always someone in the room that they want her to kill. No matter how many times she says sorry, her heart will always remain heavy with the knowledge of what she has done.
Just as her thoughts drift towards the terrible depressing realities of her life, there is a loud bang on the roof of her cell as if something heavy was dropped on it. Thinking back as far as she can, she can never remember a time when that has happened. Dora climbs to her feet and stares up at the ceiling as if waiting for it to do something. There’s nothing but silence for a moment and then she hears something strange.
“Fucking shit!” It sounded a lot like a man!
Dora has always thought of herself as a rational person so when the bang sounds several more times it doesn’t take her long to figure out that someone is jumping on the roof of her cell. She has always known the walls around her were steel, but she finds herself wondering if whoever is above her is aware of that. The sound of the alarm grows louder in her ears and now she is very sure that there is an unwanted visitor.
Dora sits patiently on the edge of her bed waiting to hear something from above or even something from outside of her door. She can’t help but find it a little odd that no one has come to get her. Evidently her wardens do not care much for her safety. She is smart enough to know that the likelihood that this intruder is after her is very slim, but she can’t say in all certainty that he isn’t either.
Distracted by her thoughts, Dora is brought back to the now by a strange hissing noise that causes her eyes to immediately shoot to the ceiling. There’s a red