I sighed as I lay on my cot in my small cell. I had dinner a few minutes ago. If you could call stale bread a meal! I was losing the extra pounds being here and captured. The sounds of clicking heels alerted me to Aithne’s return. She had a wide smile on her face, That did not bode well for me, ever.

  “Today, we will find out all we want to know,” she said, clipping the leash onto me and practically dragging me from the small cell and into my usual room. She tied the roots around me and I noticed that all the council was there.

  “This girl is the one giving you trouble,” asked a tall redhead.

  “Yes, Medina. This is the wretched human,” said Aithne smirking.

  This Medina smiled and I rolled my eyes about to leave reality when she caught my face in her grasp.

  “Don’t leave yet. Why don’t we go together?” she said grinning as her acidic blue eyes began to swirl. I felt myself falling into them and when I blinked I was in my mind with a passenger.

  Maryanne pulled Medina’s hair and she squealed.

  “Quick get behind Strength!” she cried as Medina struck her with a water shot. She flipped and landed in a crouch before rushing over to me.

  “Are you alright,” she asked, patting my head.

  I nodded. “What’s happening?” I asked.

  “It seems we have an intruder,” said Mark as he stood with his back facing me. I was in a ring of voices. Jessica and Roy followed the circle and Jack finished it.

  “This is extraordinary! Are you all her or separate entities?” asked Medina.

  “As if we’d answer a bitch like you,” said Roy crossing his arms.

  Medina smiled and unhooked her bracelets. They became long whips.

  “You won’t have a choice,” she said, sending her whip out. It wrapped around Roy and tore him from the circle.

  “Roy!” cried Jessica sending wind blades at the whip but it bounced off. Roy tried burning it off. Nothing.

  “Now,” Medina said, smirking. “You will tell me all about this place,” she said, holding out her hand and a strange water the color of acid invaded Roy’s mouth, ears, nose and eyes. It glowed acidic blue and Roy screamed.

  “She’s in my head!”

  “Too bad its empty,” muttered Mark.

  “I see, so this is the mind room,” said Medina. I struggled from the circle but could only watch as Medina attacked Roy.

  “We have to do something!” I screamed, but Maryanne and the others didn’t move.

  “If she gets you we are all in danger, Myra,” said Jack.

  “But! Roy!”

  “She can only get the memory that made us and our emotion. He’ll be fine,” said Maryanne as she slowly started to inch towards the back door to the subconsciousness.

  “You’ll be safe in there,” she said as the group traveled as one towards the door.

  “Where are you going? You can’t get away,” said Medina, sending out her whip and ensnaring Maryanne.

  “Get her to the subconscious, Jack!” she screamed, kicking out and clipping Medina in the chin.

  Jack nodded and grabbed me like a football.

  “Let’s go!” he yelled and carried me past the door and down some stairs to the swirling whirlpool of the subconsciousness.

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  The click-clack of high heels sounded against the stone steps and a shrill laugh sounded.

  “You’ve led me straight to the core! How delightful!”

  Medina leaned in to look at the flickering images when the whirlpool rippled and a beautiful woman started to appear from the goop. She was entrancing to watch. Her every movement was captivating. She smiled and her golden eyes stared at Medina before she pulled her into the whirlpool and sank back beneath the waves for a minute before reappearing and walking out to the ground. The goop fell off showing a beautiful woman of silver curly hair and golden eyes. Her stature was much like my own and her smile was my own but I wasn’t a knockout like her!

  “My name is Siren. Nice to meet my maker,” she said, smiling. Her voice was like listening to the very thing she was named for! It was entrancing, hypnotizing, and looking at Jack who was in a stupor, it was to everyone else.

  “Nice to meet you, Siren. Um, where is she?” I asked and Siren smirked.

  “Probably listening to Preacher preach. He is so annoying!”

  “I thought Jack was the only one who could go into the subconscious?”

  “When we are newly born we can bathe in it to get to know about things better. It is a choice we can make and I chose to,” she said smiling.

  “Get me out of here!” cried Medina.

  Siren looked down and caught red hair swirling. Smiling, she bent over and pulled Medina’s head out of the subconscious. “Will you behave?” she asked. A whip was her answer. The whip suddenly stopped midair and floated there.

  ‘Thou shall not blasphemy in our head,” said a young man dressed in black robes. He was holding a thick book tucked in his arm while the other was stretched out and orange power was flowing from him stopping the whip.

  Siren shrugged. “I guess that’s a no,” she said, submerging Medina into the subconsciousness and watching as the black goop swallowed her.

  “Leave her there for a few hours,” she said, straightening and walking off and up the stairs. The young man approached me.

  “A pleasure, maker,” he said before following Siren up the stairs. I turned to Jack who was wincing as if he could see what Medina was going through. He probably could.

  “We should go back. The others will be wondering about us. We’ll leave her here for a bit and then we’ll kick her out. It’ll be her fault if she comes out insane,” he said. I nodded and we made it up the stairs Medina’s cries following us. We reappeared in the mind room which was in disarray once more as Siren was arguing with Jessica and Strength and Mark were sitting with their hands over their ears. Maryanne sat beside a sleeping Roy and watched for any change in his breathing. Every once in a while she shook.

  It was around thirty minutes when Roy stirred again. He shook much like Maryanne was doing less of now.

  “Ugh!” he cried trying to sit up but Maryanne put an arm around him instead and held him down.

  “Give it time. It’ll fade,” she said.

  “That witch was in my Interior,” he muttered rolling over and spewing acidic blue gunk.

  “I know,” said Maryanne, shaking slightly.

  He caught her shiver. “She caught you too,” he said, touching her hand.

  She nodded and put a hand on his shoulder. “Stay down until it passes,” she said and he nodded lying down again. Jessica walked over and started talking to Roy but he kept his eyes on Maryanne. Could voices feel romantically? I wondered. If they could there was going to be a real mess soon. I hoped they weren’t that real. I didn’t know how many hours Medina spent in my subconsciousness but by the time she was flushed out by Jack, she didn’t remember her name and thought she was me. The Primaries Maryanne, Strength, Mark, and Jack kicked her out of my mind with a combination of all the voices' powers. I had yet to find out what Siren and Preacher were I assumed telekinesis and hypnotism. Two very useful abilities. After another hour I felt reality tugging at me. Time passed differently inside the mind than in reality what was a minute could well be an hour and I was not surprised to find that several hours had passed. I was struck again.

  “Wretched human! What happened to Medina? She thinks she’s you!” screamed Aithne.

  “She shouldn’t have messed with my mind then,” I muttered watching Medina cower at the other council members and scream aliens. She didn’t even know what an alien was.

  “Take her to Father Gyone!” screamed Aithne as Siegfried cradled Medina shushing her.

  I wasn’t so trusting though and Medina acting as me retaliated with a kick you know where. I giggled and Aithne yanked my hair. I whimpered.

  “Think this is funny do you?” she hissed.

  “Hilarious,” I muttered and was struck for it across my face. Her nails sliced into my cheeks and blood dripped down my cheeks.

  “I promise you I will break you,” she whispered. “And when I do, you will rue the day you tested my patience. Guards take her!” She let go of my hair and my head fell forward. I laughed. I was untangled from the roots and tugged down to the dungeon. I smiled and fell on my cot.

  “That’s if you ever find out about me,” I muttered giggling. I closed my eyes and pictured Mama, Juaquin, and Mige safe at home on Earth. She wasn’t getting to them not now not ever.

  I wouldn’t allow it.