Snippet #2434481

Scared was right; this guy was absolutely terrified. He had every reason to be, though. Normal guy, pretty good life from the sounds of it, and all of a sudden he's whacked over the head and brought here. What a wonderful world, right? He seemed to be calming down, though, which was always good... Perhaps they could find themselves a way out of here after all.

"Well, like I said that makes two of us. But..." He paused, just for a second, and tried to think of a way to phrase his next statement. "No, I'm not exactly a gymnast. At all, I mean. I'm a biomedical sciences major, the stretching, it's something I recently acquired. They, uh... They captured me because of my elasticity. It's something... I shouldn't be able to do." A huff; enough beating around the bush already. "I'm paranormal. I can stretch my body in ways that it should be impossible to. That's why I'm in here, because I've got this goddamn thing to worry about on top of everything." He made sure to keep his voice from sounding too aggressive, but he was really quite aggravated regarding his newfound 'gift'. Couldn't he have at least graduated first?

The announcement came through, way too loud to miss. Attacking cell walls, huh? Yeah, whoever did that... Wait. But he had heard thumping from the room across. Was it... Him? Powerful guy when he's in a panic.

Roald Hartford, huh? Good, strong Scottish name, that's for sure. "Matthew Wilson. You can call me Matthew, or Matt, or Stretch, whichever you'd prefer."