I closed my eyes and stared at my surroundings, wanting it to all be a dream. Maybe I'd wake up in my creepy room, with Eddie and Lindy looking over me, Maybe a nurse would wake me up and tell me I was screaming in my sleep again.

No such luck.

I looked around, trying to look for anything that would set me free. Many sharp objects laid around, almost as if they were put there on purpose. Either her captor was really stupid, or he wanted her to free herself for some odd reason. Well, even if it was a trap, she was going to walk-er limp- right into it. Better to die free than die restrained, right?

So that's just what I did. 

Once the ropes were cut, I attempted to stand but I fell flat on my  face, bringing many other sharp objects down with me. 

You'd be surprised how easily having one leg slips from your mind. Seriously, having a fake leg is a blessing and a curse. A blessing, for obvious reasons. I can walk and move without a problem. The curse, however, was that I get used to the leg, and when I don't have it on, it will easily be forgotten. 

Well, now I was laying awkwardly on the ground and bleeding out, covering the already dirty floor with my crimson red blood. It looked like a murder scene. I tore a piece of my  shirt off, and quickly wrapped the sliced skin in a sad attempt to cut off the bleeding. I mean, it worked in the way that the blood was now not dripping onto the floor. It didn't, however, cut off the bleeding at all. 

"Now I have to get a new shirt, dang it." I lifted my arm up to observe the damage, before looking at the objects that lay around me. 

Wood, straps, knives, scissors, nails, elastic, a saw or two. I took four pieces of wood and strapped them around my leg, crating something that I could at least stand on. I strapped the bottom and top together, securing it in place before sawing off the excess wood in a jagged line. Sure, it wasn't her normal, high-tech leg but it would do for a little bit.

I grabbed two sharp objects and busted the door open easily. 

"You didn't need to do that, it was unlocked!" A voice shouted as he laughed and held his hands up. I swerved around, slicing my knife across what felt like skin. Hopefully, I had killed that stupid kidnapper. 

"Okay, um, OW!" The voice shouted as he clutched his now-bleeding face. Despite the whole being kidnapped situation,  I smirked. Come on, it was kind of a funny situation. 

I glanced over at him and took in his full appearance. He had neatly combed firey-red hair, that didn't stand out as much as he probably wanted it to. His eyes were small and a dull blue that demanded no attention. In short, he didn't grab me in with his good looks. He wasn't so ugly that I looked away. In fact, I probably could have seen him a dozen times before this and not even glanced in his direction. He didn't look like a kidnapper, so I guess that was why he was a good one.

A woman cleared her throat behind me, and I looked around at the other people slowly surrounding me. About a dozen people had gathered, all of them wearing full black with a splotch of red adorning their blazers. it looked like a logo, but not a logo that I had ever seen before. Each and every one of their faces carried a murderous look that lay awkwardly on their skin. It was almost as if they were trying to scare me.

Well, they succeeded. 

"Look, I'm living in a mental hospital. Please don't kill me." I tried to let them pity me. maybe, they'd go 'Oh, you poor, poor girl. Let us take you into our murdering society'

The man, who now had a huge bleeding gash across his face had the nerve to laugh. It didn't sound evil, like I had pictured a murderer's would. Again, it sounded average. 

I tried to bolt away, maybe I could get to Eddie and we could live somewhere far, far away. I made it maybe five feet before a gun shot off and a fell hard to the ground. 

..

I woke with a slap on the face. Yeah, I know. That's a cliche way to wake up but still, it did hapen and it hurt. 

I mumbled a string of curses as I pushed the covers away and gently sat up, testing my shoulder. No pain was there, and as far as I could tell, there was no mark left.  

"You were shot with a dart, genius." A teenage girl with brown hair spoke. So she was the one that slapped me. That little witch. 

"Oh, thanks for that answer now, could you please tell me why the heck I'm here and what the heck you're going to do with me? I want to go back to my life please." I smiled an obviously fake smile. 

She smirked. 

"Of course you do. Not yet sweetheart. Not soon either. I'll introduce you to the boss, he'll tell you what he wants with you." She grabbed my arm and shoved me forwards. My bare feet hit the ground and I hissed as the floor froze them. The girl just laughed. 

I was led down a corridor for what seemed like hours, before I finally broke the awkward silence. 

"M'kay, I get the whole security issues thing but, I'm pretty athletic from the gym at the nut house and everything, I really don't need the exercise. Thanks, but I'll take the shortcut." I smiled my made-in-china smile again, trying to get her to just release me. 

He laughed in my face. 

"Do you ever talk at the right time? And by the way, we're here."He abruptly stopped before a large white door. "Go in." He gave me a little push and I shoved the door open, before taking a peek inside.