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Chapter Two

As my eyes opened and my sense of touch evolved, I noticed the soft linen sheets and squishy mattress I'd woke up in. Throwing the covers off of me, I stood a little too quickly; my head spinning as I took in my surroundings

I saw that I was in a penthouse - like a typical movie penthouse; big windows overlooking a city line, elegantly decorated with modern everything. So had I hit that wall or no? I scanned the room for that mysterious guy, but there was no one around. Curious, and insanely confused, I cautiously wandered into the kitchen. A small note on the fridge immediately caught my eye. 

~shower

~fresh clothes in closet~food in fridge~be back soon

I glanced back and forth from the note to the front door of the penthouse. I could escape. But I was intrigued, and some strange feeling in the back of my mind begged me to stay. Was I seriously going to listen to this guy's messy scribbles because he was hot? Yup. I wanted to find out what the hell was going on, and following orders seemed like the best way to do it. 

I soon found myself I basking in the comforting water that trickled soothingly out of the over-sized shower head. Steam filled the room as if someone threw a gas bomb, making it nearly impossible to find the towel I had hung nearby. When I reluctantly left my watery heaven, my wet feet and dripping hair left a dotted path to the nearby mirrored doors, which I assumed was the closet. I meant to search the it for something decent, but tight black clothes was all that occupied the space. Yanking on the skinny jeans that could've been a size bigger, and pulling a body-hugging black tee, I viewed myself in the mirrors. It was a tight outfit, but comfortable and surprisingly flexible. I looked like a damn super spy - not that I minded.

I glanced to my sides, making sure no one was looking although I was obviously the only one in the room. One of my legs flew up at nothing in particular as slid into comical ninja mode.

"I've apparently failed to notice your impeccable martial arts skills," came a voice from behind me.

I could feel my face starting to burn in embarrassment. "You're early," I turned around and confronted him. "I haven't even eaten yet."

"That's because you shower for hours," he retorted. "Grab an apple and let's go, we have to keep moving."

His tone of urgency was startling, so I grabbed a peach in rebellion and followed him warily out to the balcony. It was high enough that the ground was non-existent. The chilly breeze danced with my red hair, strands of it tickling my cheeks. Mystery man stepped closer to the railing, and scanned the area beneath it as if he were judging it's height.

"Hold on to me," he said, his hand telling me to come towards him.

"Like hell I will! Walk straight into your trap so you can throw me off the balcony? I don't think so. Plus you already shot me, so sorry, but I'm not trusting you."

He rolled his eyes and jumped over the useless rails. I let out a yelp and sprinted towards the barred railing which apparently had no use. My breath shuddered loudly in disbelief as I gripped the metal, viewing an empty space missing the crazy son of a bitch who'd just plunged to his death. I didn't know what to do. I stared down blankly, slightly hoping he was attached to a bungee cord and would spring right back up. 

All of a sudden a giant thump shook the balcony rails sending an uncomfortable vibration throughout my body, and all I saw was a monstrous black, scale ridden lizard head appearing behind me in a flash and butting me over the flimsy metal bars that were meant to keep me from doing exactly what I was doing now; falling gracefully to my death. I gasped for air, flailing my arms, trying to grab onto something I knew wasn't there. I wouldn't die when I hit the ground, but it would sure as hell feel like it. I closed my eyes, and feeling my heart pound furiously and the air viciously tugging at my hair, I braced myself for the inevitable surface.