Chapter 2
Minutes. Seconds. Counting them. Trapped in this room. She tries again. Trying to found an exit. Trying to found a way out.
- Coulson ! Jemma ! Fitz ! Anyone heard me ?! Anyone copies ?!
Screaming their name. She did it before. Maybe it was useless. She wasn't sure. After all, she doesn't know if they could hear her. It is certainly not the case because no one has ever respond to her. She is alone. Alone in a room. So she tries again. She tries to use her power. Useless. Again. It isn't okay, but for no, she can do anything else. She can only guess it was written from the beginning. For now, she can only try to call their name. Hoping they would answer. It isn't the case yet. And she hates the feeling. She hates this feeling : to be useless. She is gifted but she can't use her gift. What's mean, if she isn't able to use it, it will be the same case for Yoyo. So for now, she is trapped. Trapped not in a room, but in a cell. It is maybe a room with one bed, but it is still a cell. She is sure of that. Oh yes the landscape is nice, and she can look at the earth, at the stars, at the galaxy. But at the same time, she hates looking at this particular landscape. A painting which give her the desire to cry or to punch something or someone. The most point distroubling is the silence. She almost hopes that someone come here. If they come, she can put a face on the enemy. She can fight them. She can find their weakness and try mostly to escape. But she can't do that if there was no one to be found. Waiting. She wasn't the most patient girl, but she knows she has no other choice. So she decides she will wait. After all it was only a topical issue, a technique of torture. Nothing more. Nothing less. But she knows she can't afford to yield. So she waits.
Waiting. Again and again.
And suddenly.
Footsteps.
Maybe nothing was lost.