Maxy Doesn't Like Small Rooms

I paced. Paced and paced and paced.
I sought for revenge. Revenge on Braxyd. But I was stuck here, in the interrogation room; my prison cell.
And so I paced.
Finally I sat. The Keyblade in my hand disappeared with a puff of black vapor. I sighed, content to stare at a wall. But my mind still raced.
I had to weigh these new members. In fact, I had to do a double take on even my oldest friends.
So much had changed in such little time.
Nexan... she seemed normal. Or at least, more normal than most. But there was definitely something there that wasn't before. What is was, though, was still a mystery.
Xahssa... hadn't seen her in absolute ages. I was almost positive she hadn't changed. But I wish I could be sure.
Braxyd... the name itself disgusted me. He knew something I didn't. He was holding it just out of my reach, teasing me. I swore I would cut him down inch by inch to find out what.
Seycax... never did like her. She's a little suck-up. However Nexan changed, Seycax must have too.
Xahnan... again, had't seen her in forever. In fact, I never really knew her. But if she wasn't a certain ally, than I had to treat her as an enemy.
Daxjorn... ever since I saw the member talking with Nexan, I immediately disliked and distrusted her. If I had to watch my back, it was around her; but mostly around Braxyd.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I didn't have enough information. I was confined to a small, square room with nothing but four dully painted walls, a blinding overhead light, and a table with two chairs.
I pounded a fist on the table, grinding my teeth. I just HAD to get out; resume training!
Frustration built up in my chest, crushing me, until I finally lost it. With a growl of anger, I blasted the overhead light. The room was cast in shadow.
I sighed, finally able to give my eyes a break. Night vision was more natural than the light.
So I paced again, waiting for someone to realize the change in my cell-like room, and to come running in.
I would snag any opportunity to get out.