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Unarmed and Defenseless

An icy sensation bit at Emma's cheek as light washed over her, coloring the backs of her eyelids a flushed red. With a groan, she attempted to lift her hand to shield her eyes from the invasive light. Vibrations pounded against her eardrum as footsteps rattled along the metal floor. Emma realized, in a panic that she was in a room, with what she could only assume was a man judging by the footsteps and no protection or grounding whatsoever. She thought it best to lay still and focus on breathing. She couldn't risk having a panic attack here in the middle of wherever she was.

Something was dropped on the ground less than a foot from her face. The echo that came from the object's collision with the ground made her shiver. She could only assume it was a tray of some sort, the way it smacked down, metal jingling atop it somewhere. The person's shoes squealed against the stark cold floor as they left the room, the door slightly ajar behind them for Emma hadn't heard it shut.

Once she was certain she was alone, Emma peeked open a single eye. The room she was in was larger than she expected it to be. It looked as if she was in a cargo space in a boat of some sort. But how could she have ended up here? The last thing she remembered, she had been drug down into the depths of the ocean. Any sunken ships that deep down would've been long since filled with water. Someone had to have fished her out after that thing had dragged her down. That was the only possible explanation for where she was. The only other questions were by who and why? Surely not Mark, Amy, or Google because they would've been all over her, hugging her and asking if she was okay.

Right now, Emma was alone. Completely and utterly alone with no idea as to how to get home. She rolled onto her stomach completely, her cheek smacking as it popped away from the ground, the metal's cold bite still residing on her skin. She went to push herself up with her hands but quickly felt gravity shoving her back into the ground on her left side, as if she hadn't tried to sit up at all. Her shoulder hit the floor first, drawing an agonized cry from her lips. One she quickly silenced with her right hand.

Looking down to her left, she realized, to her horror, that her mechanical arm was missing entirely. How could it be gone? It didn't feel like it was gone. Her breath grew spastic as she began panicking. She made a flexing motion with her nonexistent left hand, her brain baffled at the fact that nothing moved when her muscles spasmed. With her right hand, she swiped at the air where her arm should be, only to slam it into the ground accidentally. That would bruise later. Her eyes trailed across her shoulder and down what little was left of her upper arm. The wiring within her arm was yanked and torn down, hanging like vine off a branch. She remembered when Google's arm had been torn like hers was now. Only he still knew where the other half of his appendage was at the time. A panicked cry escaped Emma's lips as she tried to imagine what had happened to destroy her arm. 

She shuffled back into an icy wall, using it to push her to her feet. Her hand clutched the round windowsill behind her for support. Wait, windowsill. How could she have been so stupid to ignore it? She whirled around, careful not to further damage her left shoulder, and peered out. What she'd hoped to see and what she did see were two very different things. Instead of horizons, skies, and the possibility of land, Emma saw moss and sand and endless water. She was standing in a boat on the ocean floor.

She wanted so badly to scream, to cry for help, to run through the boat in search of a dive suit to help her get reasonably close to the surface. She couldn't. She was afraid to leave her room. There was another man on this boat and she could only assume he wasn't friendly. He did kidnap her after all. Why though? Why was she here? He wasn't a murderer, right? He would've already killed her if that were the case. He wasn't Mark or Google, that was for darn sure. They were both petrified of the ocean. She didn't blame them anymore. She understood it. She was scared now too.