I stood, breaking the ropes that had been tying me down. I smelled something on the air that was familiar, a creamy flowery scent that filled my brain and made it hard to think. With a grunt of effort, I bent the metal of the chains that were supposed to keep me chained to the floor. The scent filled my brain, making my thoughts… slow.
I coughed, hacking up whatever was floating in my lungs. Flower petals blew out of my mouth. They were pink, and bloody. My vision was starting to fail, I fumbled with the pouch on my jumpsuit’s chest, and pulled out a small bag of teeth. Each tooth was a slightly different shade of white. I had to get one of them in, even a blank one would get this scent out of my head. With shaking fingers and a pounding headache I took out any tooth I could pinch with my fingers. I closed my eyes to stop from hacking up more flower petals, and put the tooth in my mouth. It spread its roots and almost immediately, the headache faded, and the pink tinge on my vision was wiped clean.
I was on the ground, but I couldn’t remember falling. I stood up again, and leaned down to bite the chain off my waist. The tooth that had just installed itself, cut the steel easily. I gained my footing and finally started to process the situation. I was keenly aware of the tooth in my mouth, changing my body.
Honestly I had never done this before. I had seen it done many times by my colleagues as they prepared for acts of impossible endurance or strength. I didn’t know it would feel so… normal. I had to focus on the task at hand. With my newly steady hand I tucked the pouch of teeth back into my jumpsuit, and then had the mind to call up Jenna.
I took out my phone and dialed the number in a matter of seconds. I stood awkwardly in the locked steel room as the phone rang. She picked up after four rings.
“Kellen?” A feminine voice asked. Relief flooded me and I started talking, words spilling out of my mouth. Except they weren’t in English! I was speaking in a different language! I panicked, my words coming out quicker. Words that I didn’t even understand. Then the door to the room opened, and before I could turn, something hard hit me hard on the back of the head. The last thing I remember was the tooth flying out of my mouth.
I write by Starlight 