Claire's POV

The next few hours are a bit blurry. I can only remember snippets of pain- visions of torture. And the first thing I remember before going under this blurry dream, is a sweet voice calling out 'Maman'.

Everything is dark under my heavy lids, and if I were able to even form any type of thought, I would think that I was drugged. I feel fire swirling for release in my soul- but then it dies down. The fire is extinguished. After a while, I feel pain, like a blade coming down on my stomach, and my fire starts up again.

My senses are awakening to the pain, as the drugs are starting to wear off. I can think now, but all I can think of is the pain.

A cold wet cloth is placed over my pain, and I smell a warm Vanilla scent. My fire extinguishes yet again, and I'm feeling even more drained then I thought possible. A soft hand brushes my hair out of my face and whispers to me.

"I'm so sorry they are doing this to you."

I want to respond, I want to ask what they are doing- but someone calls to her, and the vanilla scent leaves.

I hear the door, announcing the arrival of people. I'm starting to have feeling in me, and I almost groan. But I stay quiet and still. Just like when I first met Atticus. If they are human, they won't be able to tell. If they are not- then atleast I will know.

"They started step one in the experiment and they've discovered that she reacts well. They haven't discovered her power yet, but we know that the drugs are wearing off. Once she wakes up, we can find out." The unknown male voice says. He adjusts the straps holding me down as I lay limp. He doesn't notice a difference in my breathing.

He injects my wrist with something else, as I feel the pinch of the needle. Retreating footsteps are heard as he explains what the toxin was.

"It should wake her up faster." He explains.

"How will we know when she is awake?" A squeaky female voice asks. She seems curious, and intrigued. Not at all repulsed by whatever this is. He takes a deep breath, and I can hear the grin in his voice as he replies.

"We'll hear her screams."

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My mouth is open, and the icy pain is too much. I can't hear my screams, but it seems everyone else can. They surround me like demons thirsty for blood, and I can't stop them when they start to laugh. I feel my teardrops evaporating as my body tries to stop the icy liquid from spreading by overheating my body, but I can still feel the pain.

I notice a woman in the corner, looking at me in sadness, and she says something. One of the doctors turn around and looks as if he's repulsed by what she said. She glances at me and then scurries out, head down in shame.

After that, I blank out. White flashes of pain, cold like a winters storm inside of me. And that's bad, considering my flames should be able to stop this madness. Stop whatever that man injected in me. But my flames are useless, and I continue to scream and yelp in pain for hours.

Only time can stop this, and I know that if it never stops- it will be okay. Because at some point, I have to die, and I won't be in pain any longer. Time can only heal me, and time can only stop this.

As the hours go by, my throat becomes raw and dry. I feel myself shaking in the metal straps, trying to plead with someone. But everyone left the room ages ago, and nothing comes out of my mouth.

I close my eyes and a flash of a vision comes to me.

It's a child, crying in cell. This prison cell doesn't look like the one I came from. Rusty and dirty, this one is clean, and modern. It has pink fringes around her prison bed. A bed set I soon realize. Obviously this inmate was getting the lap of luxury.

But she was still crying, and I realized then, that people were watching her. Observing her.

Trying to get information out of her by giving her luxuries such as toys and making her feel at home. But she knew that this was a prison. Young, but not dumb.

The child soon looks up, tear stained cheeks, and a flash of recognition goes through me.

Adelle.

It's Adelle! And she's staring straight at me. In her eyes is a warning. I hear a faint voice, kind of how Merlin used to talk to me in my mind, and I realize she's trying to communicate with me. Trying not to let the people watching her hear our conversation.

I open my eyes, still shaking, and try to hear her more clearly. She soon becomes louder and I let out a happy cry.

Can you hear me yet? She asks.

Yes. I think, relief flooding through me.

You have a mind barrier up for some reason... But that's not what I wanted to say. She says to me, and I can hear the despair in her tone.

A jolt of shock runs through me as I realize that I have a wall up. Maybe it's because of all the pain I've been in, as defense. Or maybe it's just because I was drugged, but either way, I can get to Merlin now! Relief floods my senses, but I hear the warning in her small voice.

What is it? I ask, still shaking in this cold dark room, naked. I should feel embarrassed, but all I feel is the fear of what's to come. Why would they need me naked if they weren't going to do anything with my body? They obviously weren't done yet, and so my torture will still go on. The fastest I contact Merlin, the sooner this will be over.

I've been hearing them talk... It's been years since I've given them any information. She stops. But then she goes on. They're getting tired of me not responding. They're going to start using force. Her voice shakes and that lets me know that she's terrified. Just like me.

I take a shaky breath, still crying, and smile a bit.

I'll get us out of here. I promise. I say to her, but she doesn't respond. It passes some minutes and she still stays quiet.

Adelle? The tiny French girl is quiet, and I know that she is no longer going to say anything else.

Instead, I focus my attention on contacting Merlin. I'm starting to get a headache, but I have to keep trying.

My fire is slowly starting to reheat my shaking frozen body, as hope ignites when my mind connects with another mind. Relief floods through me.

Merlin! I shout through my mind.

Claire? A voice replies.

It was Atticus.

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MY UNICORNS!!! How much I've missed you all 0.0 I missed you this much *opens arms* yeahhhhh that's a shit ton guys. Seriously, I missed you all a lot.

Especially when I have no idea how to continue the story but I know how it has to end. So I started typing away and this is the chapter that I came up with !! Guys, this story is gonna end soon. My estimate will be around chapter 5!! Wait no- I MEANT 45!! That was a Gleisha (pronounced Glay-sha) moment everybody. And yes, it will have a sexual guys ahah I mean sequel !! Holy shit why does this typo thing happen to me so much.

Anywayyyy, I have a question. What is everybody's names ?? Like I'm curious to know all of my unicorns names !!!

Sorry to end this A/N so soon, but my fingers are tired. So two more things before I end this chapter.

1). Can you guys believe what happened in Orlando ?? It doesn't make any sense to me, why people think it's okay to kill because of sexuality, and call it religion. Who goes into a gay club and shoots ?? I'm actually very furious about this, but I know sometimes I express my anger by cursing and typing with capital letters. As you can tell I'm trying to be calm right now. But I cannot understand why people have to be such SHITHEADS and go around killing for "what they think is wrong". Just remember, #lovewins. That's all I have to say. RIP to those 50 that died, and hopefully this will all be over soon. The suffering I mean.

2.) I love you all so much, no matter your sexuality. No matter your religion. No matter your age. I love you guys. And I hope you all know that.

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