Kira sat in the corner of a dark, dank, crowded cell, her hair wet from a leak above her. The ceiling was low, wet and dripping and pooling on the filthy concrete floor. Moss and mold grew above and around her and she hunched her shoulders to stay away from the walls. She flinched every few seconds as a trickle of water insisted on dripping onto her no matter how she positioned herself.  Her school uniform was soaked and she shivered uncontrollably, pulling her knees to her chest. She wasn't alone in the cell. She counted twelve other people, mostly younger woman and girls and three teenage boys. Someone was trying to stifle her crying on the other side of the room. It was a girl, a few years younger than Kira if she had to guess. The cell had one door. It was metal, rusting but had newer fittings which had clearly been installed recently. There were no windows and only a single, small air vent over the door. Because of this and the dank surroundings, Kira guessed she was underground. Although she thought she could blow the door with one of her discharges, the room was too crowded and she didn't know what an explosion would do in such a rundown, underground room. Her powers infuriated Kira now more than ever before. Unlike the heroes that saved people like these, her own ability was too dangerous to even attempt an escape. She bitterly attacked herself in her mind as she contemplated her uselessness.<br/>Kira didn't know how long she had been trapped. It felt like it had been days confined in the musty, moist room, surrounded by terrified people and barely managing to keep herself from falling apart. Her entire life, especially after her parents died, she had handled bad situations with at least an appearance of calmness. Looking at the other captives she guessed they had been taken a lot longer ago. The other girls' hair was matted to their faces and their clammy skin was covered in grime. They had probably been here for days, maybe even weeks.<br/>Kira hadn't seen much of her captors, but her head still swam from whatever drug they had dosed her with which put her to sleep. They had come in twice, seemingly to count them. She had a small sample size but they all seemed to wear balaclavas and some kind of combat armor vest and were all armed. As she thought about their menacing intrusions into the room she heard footsteps and rough voices on the other side of the door.<br/>"He's almost here, get the girls cleaned up and ready for selection."<br/>"Yes, Sir."<br/>The rusty door burst open with a deafening clatter as it bounced off the wall, sending a spray of water over the room. Four burly men charged in with bats and pistols drawn. "Gentlemen, get the fuck up against the far wall, put your hands and faces against it now!" One shouted, his thunderous voice muffled by his mask. The boys did so, one getting a whip with a baton for his slow reaction. "Ladies, get up and form a single file line. Move!"<br/>Kira's knees cracked and ached as she stood, shuffling to form a line with the others, her black Converse shoes squelching on the wet floor with every, awkward step. They were walked out of the room and rounded up a dimly lit stairway that seemed to stretch up forever. Kira gave up trying to spot the top in the darkness, instead letting her cloudy head hang, concentrating on lifting one leg after the other again and again.