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Started February 22, 2018 by shurikenwolfbadass_13

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“There are some things you can never guess I suppose.”

(Sorry for the late reply, internet imploded)
"True." He stared pensively out the window, which, you realized, was on your right now instead of behind Blake's desk. "It's a real shame to have to keep you against your will," Blake said eventually. "I would have liked to let you stay here, perhaps befriend my employees. Their powers are so similar to yours." He looked back at you. "You're quite sure you don't want this?"

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I stayed silent and looking down. I looked up and smiled a little. “What exactly do you know about my childhood?” I asked

"Well, I could read your mind right now and know things that even you don't about it. But that would be quite rude of me. When I first discovered your existence, I did a certain amount of skim-reading, you might say, of the events surrounding your youth. So I understand the general situation you were in. Why do you ask?"

I shrugged. “Just curious I suppose.”

"All right then…" he cast a polite but resigned glance at his silver wristwatch. "In that case, I'm afraid I have nothing more to say. It saddens me, as I said, to keep you prisoner, but I can't just let you go either. If you don't mind, I'll ask you to return to your rooms. Dinner is at six."

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I stood up and walked back over to the door. I opened it slightly but before I left I turned over my shoulder slightly. “Just so you know, I don’t know what I want.” before he could say anything I left and went back to my room.

Blake watched the girl go, his expression unreadable. "Fair enough," he said quietly to himself.
You found, when you entered your room, that there was a young man in it, dusting the top of the dresser. He wore neat, formal clothes and had wavy golden hair that fell down to his shoulders. He looked about twenty years old.
"Oh," he said. "I'm sorry, Miss. I didn't realize anyone was staying here."

“It’s fine,” I shook my head. “I’ve only been her a few hours, I think anyway. I’m Maddie,” I said “And you are?”

He turned to face you and dipped his head. "My name is Vin. I work for Mr. Blake. I also donate my life energy to him occasionally."

“You’re life energy? Is that your aura?” I asked

"Yes, I think so." His voice was soft and gentle, and his sensitive grey eyes almost met yours–but not quite as he spoke. "Is that why you're here, too?"

I nodded. “Yeah. Blake want’s me to help him but I’m not so sure,” I sat down. “I also don’t want to let my friends down.”

Vin stood a bit awkwardly by the window. "It's a very valuable service, to give your aura to help change fate. Sometimes Mr. Blake can stop wars, if he has enough of the right kind of energy. I've been a donor for almost a year now." He hesitated. "Surely your friends would be proud, if they knew the good you'd be doing."

“They see it as evil. I’m stuck in the middle.”

Vin looked confused. "Well….I don't think it's evil. Maybe he shouldn't keep people here if they want to leave, but I'm sure that the act itself is good…noble, even." He stared out the window. "I wonder what my friends would have thought. I wonder if I even had any friends….I can't remember anymore."

I looked at him. “You can’t remember if you had friends?”

"No," he replied. "I don't remember anything from before I came here. Mr. Blake tells me that I asked him to remove all my memories because of something terrible that had happened. I wanted to forget."

“Oh. I’m sorry for whatever happened.”

He smiled faintly. "It's all right. It doesn't hurt me anymore." Straightening, he stepped towards the door. "I should probably go now. I hope the right decision comes to you easily, Maddie." So saying, he left, closing the door quietly behind him.

I sat in silence for a while. No. I would not help Blake. I remembered my tracker. It was still there. I forgot to tell Luke it had a mic in it. “Luke, are you there?”

There was a long pause, filled only by the crackling of static. Then there came a louder clatter and a distant voice. "Mads? Holy–where are you? I came back and the place was trashed, Nate was out cold and you were–Are you all right?"