\tThe calm, robotic sounding voice from an intercom woke Freja with an uncomfortable start. As the automated message repeated itself overhead it was soon accompanied by an annoying alarm. Blaring and echoing incessantly. Freja decided to assess her current situation. She was lying down and also kept upright against some type of medical gurney. All of her hands, legs, and feet were tightly strapped down. How they managed to tie down her long bushy tail was certainly a mystery. Her sore neck unable to move upward, let alone tilt in any wanted direction. Freja's vision was beginning clear up from the blur. The artificial lighting created a strong reflective glare inches from her face. She could see that there was some kind of hard plastic encapsulating her entire form upon the gurney. This whole thing was a casket holding her as a prisoner. A damn cell casket, designed for what purpose? To preserve me like some nailed down insect? Her thoughts only brought on more incomplete quandaries that were not helping the situation. Freja instead focused more on the suction wires that she could feel connected to her body, intravenous tubing for what she could only assume to be hydration, and to top it all off a feeding apparatus stuffed down her throat- held in place by a very large mask. Disgusting.
\tThen it all started to come back to her. The pain on the left side of her scalp. A result of being punched out by a dipshit mercenary. He was obviously hired by the CCA to kick her ass. The roadrash from her and the kerriak wiping out in the Ruskol District. Strangely, that side of Freja's body didn't feel sore or tender from sliding across the concrete. A good chase from the 'friend rollers' resulting in their own humiliation. One by one, a shock trooper would fall to the ground from her relentless fists. How many was it again? Two? Three? By then the troops had kept a safe distance from Freja, uttering obscenities such as unlucky bitch and power abuser. Ah, that's right. The halo is what they fear.
\tWarmth returned to her hands, forgoing all discomfort from the restraints. Even though the halo was gone now, Freja would never forget that experience. That revenge toward the username who sold her out, real life details and all. The blood rush as she reached through her data scroll and caused an absolute catastrophe from Ch@inedd06ma's own monitor and everything wired into it. Serves him right for doxing the wrong hacker. But damn did everything happen at just the right moment in time. Freja had no idea that she would be able to manipulate technology with an arcane grip. And from the safety of her own home! Which was no longer safe. And probably no longer a home. It didn't take long for the CCA to track her down after the report was processed and her face was appearing all over Anduruna, like a wanted poster.
\tSnapping out of her reminisce, the power inside her room went out, leaving her in darkness. Freja could feel the compression of air pressure fissure outward from her cell casket. Yet not enough give to warrant an evacuation from her placement. Fortunately- the restraints on all of her appendages loosened with no explanation. Done deal. Freja began pulling at her bonds with every ounce of strength she could muster. Once her dominant right hand was released, she immediately freed the left. Then with both palms she pushed the protective cover open allowing stale air to seep in freely. She then slowly removed the feeding apparatus that was still lodged deep down her throat. Due to an unavoidable gag reflex, Freja spat the remaining residue onto the cold beige floor of this strange facility. Next came the disengaging of leg clamps, followed by the foot restraints, and finally the liberation of her fluffy tail. Damn ring locks, the CCA certainly knows how to get kinky with their defenseless captives. Being able to move her tail around so freely was a privilege she had once taken for granted.
\tThis room was sterile and incredibly cold. When the power came back on again, the lights flickered and struggled to illuminate the space. The computer panel settled next to Freja's former cell lit up to a default loading screen as if being turned on for the very first time. Asking for passwords and verification from a manager. Despite this technology being her absolute obsession, Freja was far more interested in where the hell she was and how to escape as quickly as possible. Unfortunately nothing inside this room resembled a shiv or preferable switch knife. This was the world's most useless patient room, lacking any tools or disposable bandaging. Unless they had been stolen by someone else with a similar thought process as her own. Shuddering at the thought of her own vulnerability, Freja began checking her body for any unwanted altercations or missing hairs. Her pale grey fur coat was still intact and unshaven, no signs of needle penetration or surgical incisions. Spotted pattern on her tail was still the same as it was upon birth. Ears and black buttoned nose, seemed different. "Those bastards removed all of my piercings!" she scoffed loud enough to fill the room. Her captors at least had the audacity to give her a fitting athletic bra along with some short white sports briefs. Despite her tiny stature these undergarments met her size comfortably well. This is no time for complimenting your prison guards! The pads of her feet shivered from the dead cold surface of the floor. She examined the two other caskets lingering inside her room. Both empty and lifeless, inactive. For some odd reason the control panels refused to turn on. And thankfully the scripted voice on the intercom had ceased from the recent power fluctuation. Which included the noisy alarm. Might as well try for the only door in the room, right?
\tPressing her paw against an attached touch pad resulted in a red light and negative sounding beep. Access denied. If only she had her travel data scroll and piles of chords with her, this would not be an obstacle for her at all. "Think, damn it, think." she said to herself, moving her hands through her short black hair in frustration. If only it was still flecked with blue and spiky colors just as she liked it. Surely the lack of said colors was the reason why things were not working out the way she should. "C'mon Fre- this isn't the weirdest situation you've woken up from before." After a brief reflection, she indeed confirmed this moment to be a top contender. Coincidentally another memory began to uncomfortably throb into her head.
\tThe black suited man, gray goat fur and middle aged thinning hair. Formal looking necktie probably gifted from his bosses' boss. Stoic personality along with his posture. Like he had been doing this job for way too long. Always kept his hands clasped together like Freja had some kind of disease. She could also see and hear a random scientist grumbling while turning knobs and pulling down levers.
"... vitamin levels. Blood circulation maintained. Oxygen intake at normal. Vitals stabilizing." The Suit looked bored to see Freja. It was then that she realized that she was strapped down to a table with no way to move or resist. She would have screamed for help if her mouth hadn't been so dry.
"My men are calling you the bad luck bitch. Ice packs still on their necks from their stories. But we both know that's not how your power services you, correct?" he asked with a gruff voice. Freja had nothing to say at this moment. "No," he continued, "You are a manipulator of all things technological. Beyond that my staff are still in the dark regarding what you are capable of, but that will all be changed once all the paperwork clears. I'm surprised that everything is so hands on with you- which gives me the impression that you're the kind of dreamkeeper who doesn't know how to abuse her powers to the fullest extent. I dare say, such knowledge would have gotten you out of a jam such as this. Now that right there is bad luck, bitch." he almost chuckled but instead smiled as if proud of himself.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Freja growled with intensity.
"You should be grateful, that you won't be abusing your powers any longer," he lifted a finger to make sure she was listening to him, "And, you will be supporting scientific research. Decades in advance. So right next to grateful, be mystified. So many future scroll articles written about your body. Your biology. And finding a cure. Prevention. Manufactured for all dreamkeepers." He folded his hands again. "What do you say to that, Freja Ohlsson? Are you still obscured by your own existential purpose?" he asked.
"I think you're a piece of shit and you have me tied down because you're afraid of what I might do to your ugly face." she replied. Her antagonist took a clomping step to her side, realizing the futility of his entire conversation. "A power abuser and a sharp tongue. It's no wonder you were apprehended with such precision. It also explains the lack of respect toward authority figures." he stated coyly.
"I don't know who the hell you are and why I'm being held against my own free will. This is illegal, even for the CCA's standards. Low as those may already be." she said without flinching once, her mouth was feeling especially dry and she began to feel suddenly tired despite the recent rush of adrenaline.
"Under penalty code law 656P/7 designated by the Central City Authority special access program of 1179 and the Central City Authority Hazeltine Branch of Power Use section C-78561. You have been identified, registered, and approved for solitary containment until otherwise noted." he then stamped a type of insignia onto a packet of paperwork, deciding to conclude his speech. Freja could tell that there was no reasoning with this puppet official. "And believe me when I say to you, there isn't a single solitary power abuser that has been approved for reestablishment after confinement. You troublemakers have been nothing but a thorn in our side. But now is the perfect time of the year to begin pruning. I anticipate that we shall never meet again."
With haste, the scientist covered Freja's face with a muzzle connected with tubes and wires. Freja remembered seeing the scientist turning some nozzles and pressing all those important buttons, allowing gas to seep into the mask. Tastes like moldy bellgrapes. Blurring unconsciousness setting in.
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\t"Troublemakers," Freja grasped reality around her at last, looking at her cloudy white paw and then placed it carefully on the touch pad once again, "A thorn." After closing her eyes for a full minute, there were sparks circulating above her ears, forming a very bright golden and unstable halo. A connection was made. The energy of Freja's beating heart becoming waves in her hand. Then her hand sent a clear message of intent to the device in the wall. The connection was complete and a satisfaction was generated between dreamkeeper and electronics. A green color lighting up before her and a very positive jingle in response. The sealed door was ready to open forth. Well at least for several inches before stopping suddenly from a technical malfunction. A symptom perhaps from the power outage. It was moments like this, Freja was thankful that she had a small body frame, and she squeezed through the open gap set before her.
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An introductory fan fiction for the DreamKeepers Original Universe.
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