The construct

"Good morning, Fiona." Emily greeted as she walked into the mini-sized kitchen. "What smells so good?" she asked excitedly as she inhaled the beautiful aroma.

"I'm making baked chicken and lemon tarts." Fiona replied enthusiastically and giggled.

Emily who was approaching Fiona suddenly paused in her steps as she noticed the difference in Fiona's appearance. She was in an overall white gown, and there was also a chaplet around her neck.

"OMG! Holy-dolly, Is that you?" She asked in a surprised tone.

"Yes it's me." she answered simply with a bright smile and continued her cooking.

"Is anything wrong with Fiona?" Her surprised expression had turn into worry.

"Yes and no." Holy-dolly replied, and she got a confused look from Emily. "It's a yes because she was summoned for a meeting, and a meeting always stands for trouble. It is also a no because she would surely survive it." She explained and looked away from Emily. "Maybe." she added in a low tone.

"Did you say something?" Emily asked.

"Oh, no I didn't." She replied and Emily sighed.

"When would the meeting be over? I have never heard of her going to any meeting before." She became curious.

"Won't be long dear." then she lowered her voice and said the opposite, "Or it might take forever."

"Breakfast's ready." Holy-dolly put out the fire. "Please be a darling and get me the napkin over there."

"Sure." Emily said and went to get the napkin. She was about to get hold of it, but as soon as her hand was just a centimeter from the napkin, it flew past her in a fast speed, which shocked her and made her subconsciously take some steps backward.

She quickly looked back to see where the napkin went and was shocked to see that Holy-dolly was using the same napkin to bring out a pan from the oven.

"You… that - that was you?" she asked the obvious.

"Uh-huh, it sure was." she winked and carried on with what she was doing.

"Woah, so you have two abilities? I thought you only had the power to manipulate." Emily expressed her admiration.

"That would be Chloe. I clearly remember Fiona telling you all these, you are really bad at remembering things." She shook her head.

"You guys can hear our conversations? Well that's news to me." Emily said.

"No we can't hear your conversations, except Fiona wants us to hear them, or if we spy through the eye... I spied."

"The eye? What's the..." Emily was cut off by Holy-dolly who had raised her hand in the air from being frustrated.

"Please! No more, at least for now. Breakfast's gonna get cold." She said, while still maintaining her smile.

***

In a very strange looking and dark place, fifteen chairs were arranged to form a circle, and a chair was in the middle. Fiona slowly opened her eyes and found herself tied to a chair, with fifteen chairs surrounding her. Twelve of the chairs were occupied by twelve different personas, while the other three seats were left empty.

Fiona sighed from frustration. Just one time she let her guard down and they didn't waste a moment in getting her down here, into her head or rather, the construct. "What is this madness for? It's the very early hours of the day." She asked non of them in particular.

"We wouldn't have resulted to this madness as you called it, if you, the so called primary hadn't been ignoring us and shutting us down repeatedly." Volt said, and the electricity running through her increased with so much intensity, revealing to everyone present that she was raving mad.

"Besides, the morning is the only time we can get you down here, but you opted to sleeping with one eye open." Mitchell said and laughed mockingly.

"I actually wanted to see how long you'd last, but too bad you are only nothing but a mortal." Chloe shook her head and clicked her tongue mockingly.

"I'm sure you all brought me down here for a reason, which is not to tell me what and what not I've been doing." Fiona said nonchalantly.

"Smart." Awol commented and then sat upright. "We want our rights, Fiona. The right to go up there every once in a while to express ourselves and not just being caged inside you like we don't exist."

"Maybe because.." Fiona was about to blurt out something she knew she might regret, so she knew better than to keep talking and only heaved a sigh.

"Common, don't leave us hanging, finish your statement. Because what?" Kala asked impatiently, and when Fiona kept silent, she gave Headstrong who was sitting next to her a nudge. "Won't you say anything?"

Headstrong slowly stood from her seat, punching her palm as she moved closer to Fiona.

"What are you doing? She clearly said talk, not fight." Said Swift.

"Yeah, don't be dumb, Headstrong. We've tried doing that before, but it's of no use if she has that stupid bracelet on her wrist - She's untouchable." Storm said.

Storm had said lots of words, but the only word Headstrong seemed to pick up was the word 'dumb'. "What did you call me?" Asked Headstrong as she charged towards Storm, maddened with anger.

Storm stood up at alert and dodged Headstrong's powerful hit, but it wasn't the time to celebrate yet as another blow was heading towards her face.

Storm created a force field and that didn't only prevent Headstrong's punch, but also pushed Headstrong backwards - just a little though.

It would have been a different story If it wasn't Headstrong that was involved. It'd send them flying backwards, and they'd end up being on the ground.

The sound of Mitchell's annoying laughter echoed in the large room. "Seems like you've forgotten that Fiona's not the only untouchable in our midst, Headstrong." Her tone was ridiculing.

"We'll see how untouchable she is." Headstrong barked and charged at Storm once again, hitting continuously against the force field Storm had created.

Headstrong's continuous hits made Storm move backwards slightly, even with her force field still active.

Headstrong showed no sign of stopping, she kept on punching like a mad beast, and Storm's force field started breaking, losing it's power.

One thing about Storm's power was that she could not make another force field unless the present one had completely lost it's power or she makes it disappear herself.

She wasn't sure she would be fast enough to make this one disappear and create another. She didn't want to take a risk of getting hit by Headstrong. She had seen what Headstrong's hit could cause, especially in an angered state and even when she knew that she wouldn't die from the hit - actually, none of them could die, she still didn't want to experience the pain.

The force field soon lost its strength and it disappeared. Storm tried her best to create another before Headstrong would get hold of her, but it was futile as Headstrong had already grabbed her by the collar and sent her flying across the room.

If Storm hadn't created a force field at the last second, she was sure she would have broken a couple of bones in her body. Her force field only served as a soft landing for her.

As a result of the speed at which she flew and the strength of Headstrong, the force field broke immediately it came in contact with the wall and thud came the sound of her falling on the ground, which was followed by her light groan.

And just as if hearing a groan from Storm was all she needed to calm herself down, Headstrong turned around with a calm expression and went back to her seat.

"Why did you stop when it was all getting good?" Asked Fiona as she pouted playfully. "I was starting to think that it wasn't a bad idea that you guys brought me down here. No DC series could beat what I just watched." She commented mockingly.

"Just do what me told you, Fiona or whenever you get distracted again and we bring you down here, your dumb friend wouldn't get a healthy breakfast like today." Volt threatened Fiona in a meaningful tone.

Fiona got the message that was passed across, and it didn't surprise her. "I'll think about it." She stood up and left the circle without throwing a look at any one of them. There were several doors in the large room, and she opened one which led into a white space and walked right through.