Excerpt: Darkness' Light

Scowling at the so-called man that held a dagger to the side of her neck, this was not what she had wanted. Death would be merciful at this point. Her right leg throbbed with sharp pain. No doubt that last fall had been hard enough to break the bone. Great. There would be no mercy this time around. Not after escaping again. At least this time she had gotten outside for a breath of fresh air for the first time in well over a decade.
"Thought you could get away, Myrna?" the man asked tugging on her short dark chocolate hair.
He had no desire to hear any sort of reply except perhaps a yelp of pain. He deserved no such reaction. His anger was not all towards her. So much for top security and her cell being locked and the doors needing a card to go in or out. Every bit of security had been thrawted. Not like it was hard after the same boring routine for the last ten years. The same guards, the same doctors, the same scientists. Almost as if time had stopped moving forward within her prison. At least she still had time. Others had not been so lucky.
"Answer me!"
Wincing feeling his fingers pull even harder at the short strands, if only she was facing him. That would be an ametur mistake for him to make, one he had not made in over eight years. In her dreams she had killed him over and over and had been able to go back to a life. Shame sleep was something she got so little of, but the moments she could it was definatly a wonderful pleasure.
Feeling the blade push into her skin, she kept her jaw tight, her eyes straight forward on the wall. If he got pissed enough he would just end things and that be fine with her. That was what made him such a horrible captor. While able to instill fear into detainees, his anger could quickly cloud over his judgement. There were clear scars from the last time he had lost his temper.
"You would rather die than answer?" he whispered in her ear so close she could feel the moist heat of his mouth against her skin. It was just digusting.
Having no time to brace herself before the fall, Myrna punched the concrete floor uncaring of how much pain was in her hand. It was nothing compared to what was in her leg. Something was definatly not in place somewhere. Nothing else would cause so much pain. Yet she held back the tears and kept her mouth shut to avoid making any sound that would allow Arvel to claim victory. Pushing herself up to a sitting position, the scared girl still inside wanted to cry out and ask for help, but the hardened woman would not allow it. Looking up, she hated that he was moving to stand behind her.
The only time she had lost her temper with him was something she truly wished she could take back. In those brief moments wanting justice, she had unleashed the true depth of her powers and now anyone that had physical contact was warned of what could happen if she looked at them beyond a few seconds. During any and all experiments that would require her to stay in a lying position, she was blindfolded in an attempt to throw her gifts off. Her hyper sensitivity to any living body with a pulse she could take it down within moments. That was for her to know and them to find out one day before she strangled the life out of them.