Day Seven!

Haha, sorry I didn't post this earlier...  I don't feel like describing the prompt, just go with it :)

I maintained my breathing as they put the sensors across me.  The pale scientist said, “You can’t move until we tell you to.”  I was going to nod or speak, but that would be moving, so I just stared at him.

                As they clipped a microphone to the collar of my shirt, I began to wonder why on earth my father had volunteered me for this.  The selfish ogre.  I could feel his gaze boring into me from the window of the viewing area above.  He really didn’t know me at all, if he didn’t expect my plan.

                Two of the scientists pulled a heavy cloth off a long board, motioning me forward.  I hesitated, then moved to look at the four boxes resting on the table.  Each was identical.

                “Larson,” the pale one said, referring to me by my last name.  Good.  I didn’t want anyone here to call me Abigail.  “Pick a box.  Now, please.”

                I ran my fingers over each, feeling to dusty cardboard bend slightly under the pressure.  My hand stopped on the box second from the right.  Using one long nail, I pierced the tape holding it shut and drew the flaps of cardboard apart.  At first glance it appeared to be empty.  But, in one corner, I saw a tiny object, glinting silver.

                “It’s a ring,” I breathed into the microphone, pulling it out of the box to inspect.  “The band is silver, very polished.  The stone is black, I think it might be made of onyx.  It’s curled into a spiral.  It might be a symbol of some kind, it looks a little Celtic.  Between the lines of onyx are a ton of tiny little red stones.”  I recognized them as blood rubies, glinting cold and unfeeling.  It pleased me, seeing my birthstone in the beautiful piece of jewelry.  I flexed my ring finger as it itched forward towards the center of the hoop.

“I’m putting it on now,” I told the scientists.  “Ouch!  The silver is freezing cold.”  I blew a few breaths of air on it in a weak attempt to warm it.  “Okay, it’s sliding over my nail now.”  I struggled for a moment, then said, “I got it over my knuckle.  It fits me perfectly.  The band it getting hot now, oh, oh, it’s getting really hot!”  I wrapped my free hand around the ring, then yanked it away.  “It burned my other hand!  Did you know this would happen?  Did you?!”

                There was no response on the other end, not from my father, not from the other scientists.  I looked up at the viewing area, glowering.  “Well?” I demanded.  The ring slid around my finger, cooling down.  I glanced at it, then gasped.

                I was gone.

                In a few quick circles, I span, feeling like a dog chasing its tail.  The sensors tangled around me.  Then it hit me.  I was invisible.

                The ring pulsed quietly on my finger as I tore the sensors away. 

“Wait!” One of the scientists cried, shocked out of his stupor.

I laughed.  “You should have expected this, Daddy, dearest!” I shouted into the microphone before tossing it to the floor.  Feeling an impossible to see grin spread across my face, I strode out the door.  The power was mine.