"Gahh." I groggily opened my eyes, but almost instantly regretted doing so. The blazing white light above me was just too much. I tried to rub my eyes but realised that my arms and legs were chained down.
"WHAT THE HELL," was what i tried to yell. I tried, I really did, but my voice was completely dead, and I swear I could feel a few broken ribs rubbing against my lungs. Oh god, the universe hates me damnit. After lying there for a few seconds deciding what to do with my life now, an even brighter light was forced upon my eyes.
"For the love of satan's arse do you mind? I only JUST adjusted my eyes to that other light of 'dazzling magnificence', so could you please NOT stuff another even 'dazzlingER and magnificentER' one in my face? I really would appreciate your kindness." I was seriously frustrated. What did I do to this world to deserve some idiot blinding me?
"Oh look, le sleeping beau...sleeping beast has awoken, and is in a rather foul mood shall I say?" Seriously, I was already plotting how to dispose of that person in my mind. Who was he? I winced as the cold chains dug into my wrists when I tried to get up. It was hopeless. I turned my head to face the annoying person, and nearly fainted.
It was my saviour. I gave him the deadliest glare I could manage with the little left over energy that roamed within me. Gosh he dared to smile back.
"1) i do not appreciate you calling me a 'sleeping beast' and 2) may you search that empty noggin of yours to find out why I am in such a bad mood?" He only looked at me like I was stupid or something.
"Two nights ago, you fell unconscious after great blood loss and after receiving a fatal blow to the head, but by the looks of it, you seem fine. If you can pull off such retorts and throw that burden of sarcasm, then it seems your brain is still functioning properly...if you have one that is..."
"Excuse me what was that?" I questioned suspiciously, narrowing my eyes at him, as my voice gradually grew louder. He really did have some guts.
"Nothing, nothing at all haha. By the way, is that the correct way to treat your hero?"
"Well, when I tried to thank you before, you totally ignored me. How do u expect me to treat you, you narcissistic mistake."
"Hmm, I vaguely remember that. Ok anyway, I'm Matt. It was a pain in the arse killing that Smiler for you, but watching you trying to run from it was worth the inconvenience."
"It's called a what? A Smiler? Wait, so in which world would a huge, creepy-looking beast, covered in blood-red fur with sky-blue eyes, maybe five thousand or more razor sharp teeth, and a million deadly claws, be called a Smiler?"
"In this world, obviously, and you really take exaggeration to a whole new level." Matt had the nerve to stick his tongue out at me. Sheesh immature people these days.
"Right," I replied lamely.
"Oh would you look at the time Melanie! I am most sorry about this, you have my word, but I am afraid that I must take my leave. I know you'll miss me terribly. I'm sure we'll get to talk some more. Byeee!"
Eurgh, he sent a horrific wink in my direction, nearly causing me to puke. Why are arrogant jerks like that even allowed to breathe the same air as us sane people?
As soon as his presence disappeared, a super-model strutted into my personal prison cell, in ten inch high ankle boots, and a thin, navy body suit, which zipped all the way up to her chin. I wondered if people like her needed to breathe or not, because the suit definitely did not look generous enough to allow her any stray movements.
The smooth fabric hugged her curves deliciously, making even me, a girl, eye her up and down. She was carrying a tray consisting of a needle and some food and water. I realised that I recognised her from that night. She was with Matt and his people.
She wore heavy make-up, her long lashes waving around her thickly-lined eyes. Her pupils were a mesmerisingly beautiful grey, freckled with green flecks. Her surprisingly angular yet alluring face contrasted wonderfully with the luscious mass of golden hair that fell behind her back in perfect curls.
She and her curls moved in absolute sync, which made me question her humanity. She was slightly robotic, or maybe I was just feeling a tad bit self-conscious and jealous. I must've looked hideous, with my sagging eyebags, stinking clothes and don't even get me started on my hair.
I was so busy studying her, that it took me a quite a while to figure out that she was standing in front of me, an amused smile tugging at her red-coated lips. Wow Melanie, not embarrassing at all.
"How are you feeling, Melanie?" Her coaxing voice was painted thickly with a russian accent. The words she projected slowly made their way to me.
"Uh yeh, I'm fine, never been better. Um could you, by any chance, tell me how you know my name, where I am, and why I'm kind of, you know, chained down to a bed thing?" There was no one else around so if I wanted answers, I needed my interrogating skills, which I had none of but she didn't know that.
"Melanie, I am Star, an agent of the Smiler Terminators' Secret Organisation, or otherwise the STSO. Sooner or later you will find out more about yourself, your memory block and why you are here. Currently, you are located in one of our medical rooms at our head building. This place is not on any maps, and will not be found in any GPS data or records. As the name suggests, we are a secret service for our country. Of course we have received permission from our government first. The STSO has thrived for decades. And no Melanie, I am not authorised to release you. My oaths to the STSO bind me to the orders of my superiors. You are a dangerous specimen, Melanie."
A bemused expression took over my face, and Star must have noticed because she shook her head.
"Sorry Star, I don't understand. Why am I dangerous?"
"My apologies Melanie, but that information is confidential. Even I don't know. I was merely sent here to give you your meal, then put you to sleep, but if you resist, then I'm afraid I'd have to knock you out with force."
What...hearing and processing what Star said totally sent my already more-than-kinda-confused brain into a rampage. There was nothing I could really do or say. I had no energy to put up a fight, so I had to just obey, eat my meal, and watch as Star pressed a needle into my flesh, dismissing me into a darkening pit of sleep.
