Earthbreaker

The illumination in the room flickered as the woman locked the iron chains that were fastened around his ankles and wrists. The man’s head hung low as sweat trickled down the side of his face. The woman’s hips swung from side to side as she walked towards a wooden table in the corner of the room. Quietly, the prisoner said, “You really should remove these chains. They’re knocking me out of kilter.” He chuckled painfully, but she examined the tools in front of her. A long row of tranquilizers and defoliants laid on the table waiting to be used on the man who could manipulate objects with his mind. Earthbreaker he was called. 

She selected the largest syringe, a bubbly, orange fluid. When the woman turned back around, a blinding light filled the room. She dropped the tranquilizer and groped for her walkie-talkie, but passed out before any contact could be made. 

He stood over her, staring at her with a keen smile. The prisoner was no longer in chains; instead, the woman was. He held the walkie-talkie in his worn hands and said into it, “The prisoner is down. Time is of the essence.” A deep voice of approval replied. "Good" said the voice.

He raised his hand at the wall, and the once solid iron walls became translucent and then melted. Light filled the room. He laid the walkie-talkie on her lap and whispered to her,"Good night, my love." Slowly, he turned and walked through the puddle of iron and into the sunlight.