G.U.A.R.D. Book #2: Aberrations

-11-

    I don't know how long I slept. I was so tired. I didn't even notice the sun shining brightly into the tent, nor that one bird honking its head off in the midst of the other nice birds. When I did finally wake up, it wasn't really how I wanted to. My arms were around the pillow, my face squished on top of it, and a tiny speck of drool escaping the right side of my lips. Oh, but wait. It gets better.

I felt a small tickle on my big toe, and I twitched it, still half asleep. It persisted, though, and I tried the same tactic. No avail. After letting out a kick, my head fell from atop the pillow. It slammed into the hard cushion, and my eyes snapped open. Quickly sitting up, I realized two things, neither good: one, I wasn't wearing any clothes aside from my boxer-briefs, and two: the ninja girl was in the tent with me.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, bringing in my legs as heat rushed up to my cheeks. She was working on my right foot. Well... I knew what was tickling now.

She only looked to me through the slit in her black hood, then grabbed my legs, putting them back in their position with more strength than I thought she had. Angrily, I reached forward, totally wanting to knock off that stupid mask of hers, but she quickly reached up her left leg and kicked my chest down. Her bare, pale foot pinned me back to the ground, and I groaned in pain.

"Ouch," I muttered.

Hitting her foot off, I nearly managed a sitting position before she jumped in the air. Her knee found itself right in the center of my chest, and her hands were planted on either side of my head, face close to mine. My eyes widened in surprise. The ninja girl stayed there for a few moments, almond-shaped eyes narrowing. With my lungs weighed down, it was hard to breathe, and I struggled not to show it. Her leg dug into one of the cuts the knife guy gave me. It wasn't long before she got off, though, propping her foot to my throat and continuing to work on my foot. I'm guessing that was a warning.

Sighing in frustration, I leaned my face to the right for a more comfortable position and saw her black boots in front of the tent flap, leaning limply against each other. That meant she had been or was meaning to be in here for a while. Great. And where had she put my pants?
Pursing my lips, I tensed my muscles and tried to sit up, but her foot pushed against my throat. Gagging, I grabbed her ankle and squeezed. It was a weak effort, though, with my oxygen supply cut short. When I finally let go, she lessened the pressure.

I sighed. "Fine, okay... you got me."

She didn't show any sign that she had heard.

"You can let go now."

Ninja Girl still didn't do anything.

"So I tried to punch you earlier, so what? It's not like we're on the opposite sides, right?"

She glanced to me nonchalantly, but continued with my foot.

"... Right?"

Still no answer.

I sighed in frustration (once again) and tried to cross my arms, but found her leg in the way. I rolled my eyes. Did this girl even know how to talk? 'Cause, seriously, her communication skills were seriously lacking.

With nothing else to do, I let my mind wander (reluctantly). Was Slade and the others okay? And was Cindy better from her injuries? I imagined the bullet wound in her side had gotten worse from the attack the night before.

Wow. Being fully awake, I realized that the night before... all that was pure luck. How could I have taken those guys out so easily? Okay, so it wasn't easy, but, seriously. Maybe... I mean, had God helped me somehow? Huh. Hopefully he helped Slade and the others in the same way.