Black Panther

No! NO! NOT AGAIN!

 I hazily opened my eyes, to find myself staring up at plain white wall. I closed my eyes and opened them again, willing myself to see the open sky, to escape yet another nightmare. When I realized I was not asleep, I began to worry. I tried to sit up, only to be pulled back down again. I turned my head, to see that my arms and legs were bound. My worry morphed into panic as I realized where I had seen this scenario before. I pulled and thrashed against my bondage. After a good half hour of this, I flopped back onto the table.

 I forced myself to calm down and study my surroundings. I was on a table in the center of a chrome room. To my left was what seemed to be a huge box on wheels, like you would see in a hospital operating room, but it was to high for me to see what was on it. A few more minutes passed and I heard the clunking of a metal vault door, closely followed by slow footsteps, coming ever closer. I forced myself to calm down, refusing to show any sign of weakness in front of the enemy, which was difficult to do, being chained to a table and all...

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" said Mr Madman. Seeing the possibility of a 'Nightmare Before Christmas' song;

"Sandy Claws, huh? Ooh! i'm really scared!" I finished, not being able to resist singing along. The second the words had slipped out of my mouth, I regretted them, feeling a burning sensation along my cheek. I sceamed in shock, and soon a flow of liquid was oozing down the side of my face. I looked over at the hated creature, with a bloody scalpel in his hand.

"Tell me, what does this all acomplish? Running away from me? You know I'll just drag you back, if I must." he cooed, stroking the side of my face. I bit his hand, feeling my fangs break through the delicate skin on his palm, and tasting the familiar tang of blood as my fangs met a stopping point. I felt another scalpel make a path down my side, causing me to screech in pain and release my death grip.

"You little bitch! You should never have done that! You have only speed up the innevitable!" he yelled at me.

"You're very melodramatic aren't you! Besides, what's the point of all this! You know I'll just escape again, then I'll just be back for revenge." I reasoned, hissing in pain.

"This time, I'll keep you too weak. Maybe even finish my experiment." he grinned malicously. I knew what that would mean: I would be subjected to vivisection, and would only be allowed to die, after the highest amount of pain had been implemented. I braced myself, awaiting the storm being sent my way...