Fighting Him

Surveillance

The next thing I became aware of was a white hot burning pain in my shoulder. Confusion swarmed my mind as I tried to figure out how I got here, and then I remembered.  A blur of memories, the flash of silver, a bullet piercing my skin, the guns pointed with deadly accuracy at me, the yelling, the fear. Luca's voice, his strange panic that didn't make any sense.

I'm pretty sure I had flirted in an out of conciousness several times before coming to and actually being able to understand my surroundings. Vague memories of faint touches on my hand and voices that didn't make any sense were coming back to me in flashes. Assaulting my thoughts.

I sat up and shifted my right arm,  causing a slight increase in the pain that was likely dulled by medication. The movement served to make me aware of the IV line that was inserted in my vein. I took stock of my body. I felt stiff, as if I hadn't moved for hours, maybe days from here. Where am I?

I looked around the room I'd been occupying in my unconcious state. It was unfamiliar, causing immediate wariness to take over my senses, but luxurious, extravagant. The walls a blood red spoke volumes of wealth and style, paired with mahogany flooring that was quite tasteful. Two doors made of similar wood were on my left from the position on the bed. Another was on the wall directly in front of the foot of the bed, which I assumed was the exit.

The others were likely a bathroom and closet. A huge bookshelf lined the wall with the single door, along with a huge TV. The right wall of the room was covered in a large theater looking black curtain. The there were various paintings and decorative trinkets adorning the walls and other furniture.

Wincing slightly, I removed the IV line from my arm and shifted into a full sitting position.

The pain in my shoulder flared, but it was bearable. I peeled back the wrapping to examine the wound. The bullet hadn't gone clean through, so there was only one, but it was stitched up. I seem to be wearing a plain blue nightgown, it was loose and flowed to my knees. No undergarments. I didn't want to think about how I'd gotten in these clothes. I recovered the wound and braced myself before standing.

At first I was light headed and wobbly, my body betraying that I hadn't been on my feet in awhile. However, after I took a few steps forward, the weariness faded and I gained strength. I'd always bounced back quickly from injury. Emotional or otherwise. I'd overcome a lot in my life. Though I'm sure some of my strength could be attributed to how well developed I'd kept my muscles before this. I was thankful.

I headed over to the curtain and ended up flinching back covering my eyes when I pulled it apart. Bright light filtered through what was clearly one huge window. It was floor to ceiling, wall to wall. And there was no balcony. It was just a wall, through which was New York City. In all its glory. Once my eyes adjusted I scanned the buildings, and discovered I was still at Luca's Company Building. It looked like I had been moved to the mysterious "apartment" floor of the building; Luca must live here.

I couldn't hear the city through the window, leading me to believe it to be soundproof. That or the city of New York has been silenced while I was out. And I couldn't hear any signs of life outside of my room. Just the faint hum of quiet. Taking stock of my body again, I felt gross. Images of my blood soaking my skin in that room bombarded and plagued my mind. I needed a shower.

With that thought, I strode quickly over to one of the doors and took a guess. The sight that met my eyes had to be the most luxurious bathroom in existence. A wide stone shower with glass doors. A large stainless steel sink, sunken into white marble counter tops that were fused with black swirls. A hottub back in its own oasis. Stone floors and plant life everywhere. It was a little piece of heaven, a spa.

My feet walked across the rough cold surface of the ground. And I stripped being careful to move my arm as little as possible. Once I was naked, I slid the glass doors open. And slipped into the shower, closing it behind me. The wall had a bunch of crazy settings, and I didn't really know what to press, so I settled for a medium spray that was really warm. Almost hot.