Babylon's in solitary confinement...and not taking it well...
Maddening. Her eyes shifted across the barren, white room, almost spastic in their motion. What time was it? What day was it? Where was she? Where was everyone else?
She shook her head to clear it. Solitary confinement. She was in solitary confinement. They knew of her power and had locked her up so she would not endanger others or give herself an early release. But how long was she to be here? How long had she been here? Confusion was percolating again, seeping back up into her brain. She paced. Not in lengthy, elegant, dominant strides. Frantically. Erratically. All the while her mind did flip flops in its lovely case...
"I'm going insane. Indira, you're going simply mad. Take control."
She closed her eyes, faced the ceiling, sighing in a desperate attempt to calm herself. She would take control. She'd always been good at taking control.
"Take control. Breathe. Take control..."
Of what? Her eyes opened again and glanced about the room like two agitated black orbs. She would take control of something...but what? Whom? Of her bed? Of her clothing? Of the little table where her meals appeared at what she supposed were regular intervals?
There was nothing to take control of. No one to possess. She began to process the thought-her brain seemed to reel at being forced to process so simple yet impossible a concept. No doors to contemplate breaching. No clocks to tell her what time it was or calendars to tell her what day it was. Nothing but her.
Nothing to control.
She sat, knees suddenly shaking at the thought. She needed something to think about. Someone to evaluate, take apart, and take advantage of. A fire was burning in her brain-angry at going unfed. A hunger for power, for control...
"There has to be something! I'm not going to go insane-I'm not! I have to control something!"
Shaking. Violently. Every limb visibly trembling as a coat of sweat began to appear on her body. Her eyes darted like trapped animals in their sockets, then clenched tightly.
"Me, there's only me. But I can't control me because I'm already in control of me! Aren't I? Yes-yes, I'm in control. I control me."
The statement was firm, but her lips quivered as they spoke. Quivered. And her eyes flashed open again. This time fearful. Haunted.
"I have to calm down-have to calm down. Calm...must be calm...take control. Fear is my enemy-fear is what I use to control others. I will overcome it..."
