Awakening from what seemed like an odd nightmare, Cecilia looked around. She was surrounded by rubble, dust, and overgrown weeds. She was strapped into a chair. "Damn," she said quietly to herself, trying to budge out. Behind her she heard footsteps. "Well, I hope you know you're not going to get away with this."
"What makes you think that?" Loboto said, tauntingly.
"I.....have unbelieveable amounts of power." Cecilia said.
"Oh, like what?" He was taunting, which burned her on the inside.
"Why would I tell you? You'd be prepaired for the onslaught of DOOM." There was a pause, "I'm on that island that used to be an insane asylum, arn't I?"
"Precisly, this is my base of operations, and my home."
"You do seem like a nutjob."
Reaching out his hand, Cecilia felt pressure on her neck. She couldn't reach for her neck, so she couldn't do anything to stop it. "THAT'S ENOUGH OUT OF YOU, SMARTYPANTS. Now, I'm in charge here, and I'm going to do things to you so I can get my bastard child here."
Releasing his grip, Cecilia caught her breath. The tears were forming in her eyes, "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?" She was angry, not only for her own sake.
"Because," Loboto wasn't facing her, "She ruined me."
"A few times in my life I've had moments of absolute clarity. When for a few brief seconds, the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I've lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be."