*Weoo weoo weoo*
An eight year old girl was laying in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar city, doing her best to fall asleep. The constant cars driving by, and syrens seemed strange to eight year-old Wendy Wheel. She was used to living in the country where the only sounds at night were the crickets. But her daddy’s new job as a truck driver meant that he would be gone for long periods of time. So he had sent her to live with her grandma while he was away.
After half an hour of tossing and turning the young girl gave up on sleep, and throw her fluffy, blue comforter to the floor. She snuck out of her room, and down the hall. She made sure to be as silent as possibly as to not wake her grandmother. In all reality she shouldn't have worried about disturbing her grandma, in her old age Melony Wheel had lost her keen hearing.
Wendy continued to tiptoe down the hall until she reached her goal, the kitchen. There she opened the fridge and took out the milk. She had soon filled up a mug and put in the microwave. Her daddy always said that warm milk helps you sleep.
As she waited for her milk to be done she started fidgeting. It wasn’t just the hustle and bustle of the city that was putting her on edge, something felt wrong.
*Beep beep beep*
Wendy took her milk out of the microwave and tested it with her finger. Not too hot, and not too cold, just right. She took a long slip. Still feeling uneasy she decided to make her way to the living room and watch some tv. She found the comfiest spot on the couch and used the remote to turn on the television.
Wendy being eight did not really care for the news. Right as she was about to change the channel something caught her eye and she froze.
“Tonight Have-Man yet again defeated the evil genius Overshadow. In the process he also apprehended a man by the name of Colin Wheel who aided the villain in his scheme. Mr. Wheel intercepted a super strength blow from the hero intended for Overshadow. Unfortunately Mr. Wheel did not possess the same unbreakable skelton as Overshadow, and passed away soon after the conflict.. For more on this we go to Kelly Hooper.”
There on the screen was a video of her father, being punched in the face by Have-Man. Wendy bolted up. She felt dizzy and sick but she didn’t let that stop her. She practically leapt down the hall to her grandma’s room, no longer caring about being quiet.Once she got there she flung the door open, and rushed to he grandma’s bed.
“Grandma!” She practically screamed.
The old woman jolted out of bed at the sudden noise, that even she could her. She was down next to her granddaughter has fast as her old bones would let her.
“What’s wrong dear?” the older woman asked, concern etched across her face.
“Dad *hiccup* Tv *hiccup* Gone!’ She managed to stutter out in between sobs.
“Police open up!” a voice boomed from the front door.
Melony Wheel’s eyes widened “Stay here Wendy. I’ll deal with this.”
Wendy sank to the floor as her grandma left to answer the door. The little girl curled up and started crying uncontrollably. In the distance she could faintly make out her grandma talking to the police, but she didn’t care.
“Daddy is. . . Dead.”
Somehow saying it outloud made it all too real. Her sods intensified. Everytime she tried to breath it felt like she was choking, but she didn’t care. All she cared about were the three words that kept replaying in her head, over, and over again. Daddy is dead. Daddy is dead. Daddy is dead.
“Hey you can’t come in here!” Melony shouted. Her shout was followed by the thud of someone falling to the ground.
Footsteps came closer, and closer until they stopped outside the room Wendy was in. Wendy’s small body tensed in fear. The door swung open and two unfamiliar men walked in the room. One was a short, balding, man with small, beady eyes. The other was the exact opposite. He was tall, and lean, with short blonde hair. It didn't take long for the strangers to spot the girl curled up on the floor.
:”There she is,” the shorter man said pointing at the girl. “Get her Z87.”
The taller man, Z87, grabbed Wendy from the floor and hoisted her up over his shoulder. Wendy managed to overcome her shock enough to start kicking and screaming.
“Let me go!” she screamed, as she hit and kicked Z87.
Z87 grit his teeth, she may have been small but she was fierce.
“Any time now I19,” he said, through gritted teeth.
The shorter man pulled a syringe from his belt and smiled.
“Now hold still little girl. . . This is gonna hurt me more than it will hurt you.” And with that the short man doged past Wendy’s flailing limbs, and sunk the needle in her neck. Wendy felt a small sting of pain before she blacked out.
Wendy let out a small moan. Her head hurt like hell, she wanted to open her eyes, but her body wouldn’t obey. Without opening her eyes she could tell she was strapped to a chair. ‘How did I get here?’ she asked herself silently. Suddenly the events of that night came back to her, and she was able to force her eyes open. She was in a small, square, white room. It was mostly empty save for two chairs, a table, and a door, all of which were also white. The chair Wendy was strapped to was in front of the table, facing the door. She was secured by one long strap that went around her middle. On the table were arm restraints, but they obviously hadn’t bothered to secure the little girl’s hands in them.
Wendy sat by herself, aching and dazzed for about a minute before anything happened. The door she was facing slid open and two men walked in. These were not the two men that had kidnapped her. The one who entered first was a man in his early fifties. He held his head up high in a dignified manner, his hair was mostly grey with a few dark streaks, and his sharp green eyes seemed to bore into Wendy. The other man was younger and clutching a clipboard. His eyes seemed to dart around the room nervously before focusing on the first man, who was obviously in charge.
The grey haired man sat across from Wendy in the other chair. Clipboard guy stood slightly behind him, to the right, pen extended over paper waiting to take notes.
“Hello Miss. Wheel, it is a pleasure to meet you,” said the grey haired man, extending his right hand for a shake.
Wendy scowled and ignored his hand “Who are you?”
The man let a smile stretch across his face, it looked unnatural. “You can call me Mr. Doe.”
Wendy stubbornly continued to refuse his handshake. His hand, and smile dropped.
“Miss. Wheel, do you know what your father’s occupation was?” Mr. Doe asked, in a calm cold tone.
“He is a truck driver” The man with the clipboard scribbled something down.
“Ah yes…’ he trailed off, unconvinced. “How long did your father work as a truck driver?”
“A month.” More scribbling.
“Did you know that your father was working for supervillains?” Wendy’s glare intensified.
“My daddy is a good guy!” More scribbling.
“Mmmm E27 go get I19 for me.” The man with the clipboard scuffled away through the door, which slid open for him.
“I understand dear. It is hard to comprehend that the people we love can be capable of evil.”
“My daddy is not evil!” Mr. Doe let out a sympathetic sigh, that caused Wendy’s skin to crawl
The door slid open, and the short man from before walked in. He was carrying a new syringe, full of a clear liquid. Wendy felt panic set in again, and started struggling against her restraints.
“Now now little miss. The more you struggle, the more this will hurt,” I19 said, approaching her with the needle
Wendy put her hands over her face, palms up. All the emotions from the night were catching up with her fear, anger, sadness, loss, panic. She felt a foreign tug in her gut, and her hands started tingling.
“Ack! What the hell!” Yelped I19.
Rays of blue, purple, and pink light were emanating from Wendy’s hands, right into I19 beady eyes. He stumbled but quickly recovered. Now looking away from her hands he plunged the needle in her neck for the second time that night.
The last thing Wendy heard before she blacked out was “Interesting.”