Fuck!

I don't know if she planned to corner me like this or if it happened by coincidence but she's got me. I can tell her what I told the bitch in a box, that I have automatic reflexes, but if what I say doesn't impress her enough she won't believe I'll be capable of killing John. If she doesn't think I'm capable of killing him then she most likely won't let me have the cylinder. I'm not sure of her reasons but she seems to want John dead as well, which means she must know what he's capable of.

If I try to make her think I'm less capable than I am I won't get her help, but if I tell her what I'm capable of she will have power over me, information is power after all. Knowing someone's ability can be a game-changer in a fight, but even outside of a fight. Just her having the information to hold over me could cause problems, the worst-case scenario being she tells the bitch in a box my true capabilities.

If I tell her everything she would be the first person to know, even Jason doesn't know everything about my ability. Can I really trust her that much? I have no choice, no matter what plan I take, breaking out with Carnie or becoming an agent to get close to John, first I have to become stronger.

"Fine."

"What... what are you doing?"

"I'm going to whisper it to you, I don't know who could be listening." Of course by 'who' I mean that bitch in a box, warden.

"O, okay..." Red leans down towards me and turns her head, putting her ear to me.

"I perceive time differently, if I want to I can speed up my thought process and this slows down everything around me. I don't know John's ability but I know he can make you do things, for example, instead of punching him in the face like you wanted to your hand somehow ends up in his. With my ability, even when he's exerting control over me I can control my own movements by slowing down time and focusing on them. If I see that my punch is starting to go off track I can adjust it mid-swing making sure it hits him. I can do many other things with it but in combat, it basically just means I can react to anything in a split second. If you don't think that's good enough just think back to our fights, despite having no physical enhancements I was able to keep up with someone like you, and if you weren't so damn tough I might have been able to take you down."

She pulls back her head as soon as I finish speaking, were still standing rather close but she isn't looking at me. She's staring off in space, she must be in some deep thought. I fucking hope that's enough to convince her that I have a chance at killing John. Luckily I was able to use the fact that we've fought to my advantage. I'm sure the fact that physically I'm just a normal person helps convince her of my ability's usefulness.

While I wait for her response in a state of stress I hear a voice that isn't Red's. It's the voice of a young girl.

"Red, what are you doing just standing in here... Oh, I didn't know you had company! Well, I'll leave you two love birds alone then!"

Red spins around in a panic, "Don't you!"

Why is Red freaking out? Carnie says shit like that all the time from what I've seen--why is the door shutting! Oh shit! Before I can move the door slams shut. Carnie's speed is terrifying, especially since I can see it on full display.

I hear the familiar locking sound of the door and Red stops a few feet from it. She must have realized she wasn't going to be able to stop it. After not moving for a few seconds she turns around, her face the familiar shade of crimson. She then looks at me, then the dresser. I had realized I wasn't going to be able to stop Carnie much sooner than Red did, because of this I decided to use the time to shut Red's underwear drawer and it seems like she's noticed. I don't regret it at all, I can hardly look at her without imagining what's underneath those tight pants, let alone when I have a full catalog of what could be under there. With that hidden, I can almost keep my eyes away from her thighs completely.

"So... While we're here, do you plan on letting me keep this?"

Her eyes narrowed and she whipped her head away from me and up to the corner of the room, "If you don't open this door now, I'm going to rip it out!"

WHAT? Can she do that???

Sitting at the same table I left her at was Veronica, a smug smile on her face. I stormed over to her placing the cylinder on the open table in front of her.

"Was this some kind of fucking joke? I hope you know this is a matter of life or death for me! If you didn't plan on helping me you should have just fucking said so!"

"What, me, what have I done? I'm taking this just a seriously as you. Do you realize that not one other woman in here has any makeup at all! It's practically criminal, and yet Red walks around here with her lips looking beautiful while the rest of us have to suffer! Do you not know the power of a good lipstick?"

"I swear if your fucking with me, this cost me a hefty price to get!"

"We made a deal, didn't we? I don't know who you think you're talking to but unlike the rest of the people, I keep my word. Wait, what do you mean 'cost?' Did Red catch you? Oh my god, she does like you."

"What are you talking about, I had to make a heavily one-sided deal with her just to get that. It wasn't given to me for free!"

"Do you really not see it? Why the fuck, would Red have to make a deal with you! She could have pounded you into the ground the second she saw you and taken anything she wanted from you. Or did she not have you cornered in a room all by yourself?"

"No, we made a deal, that's it. You don't believe I have something to offer worth the trade?"

"Oh no, I definitely believe you have something to offer her now, and apparently she wants it bad enough she even let the person who was going through her underwear drawer go. More power to her, I guess no matter who it is sometimes a girl just needs some--"

"Nope, your delusional. Now keep your end of the deal and give me it."

Veronica looks at me with one eyebrow up, she's giving me some kind of look that I don't completely understand. After staring me down for a few seconds she places a small vile on the table. The vile is filled with a small amount of liquid.

"Alright, so you know, all this will do is heal you."

"Yeah, I knew that."

"That means if you take it after working out your muscles will be physically ready for more, but you'll still be exhausted. It won't give you energy so it may feel like it isn't working but it always does."

"Is this all you're going to give me?"

"Come on genius, how long do you think spit lasts like that? Not long, let me tell you that. So you better use it before it goes bad, then I'll give you some more, oh, but don't ask for it in front of Jason. Even if he's letting you work with me he still doesn't like the idea of someone else touching what's his."

"Oh, so that's why he didn't want me to ask you for it. He wants to keep it all to himself."

"Not the spit you idiot! ME! Christ, I'm already feeling bad for Red."

As she walked away I tried to figure out what she was talking about.

I'm not even touching her? Why would he get so mad about that?

Even using my perception, after a couple of seconds I gave up on it.

Now, time to put this to work!