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I WOKE UP TO THE SOUND OF SHOUTING.
My eyes were still groggy with sleep and I didn't have the faintest clue as to where I was or what was happening around me. All I could feel was a calloused hand wrapped around my upper arm. The callouses weren't familiar, not like Dad's or Rhodey's or Tal's were. They were smoother somehow and placed differently on the hand.
I wasn't very fond of unfamiliar hands grabbing me, especially when my brain hadn't fully woken up yet. So, I struggled.
My hands lashed out before my eyes had even spotted the hand and my feet followed not far behind, limply kicking at the legs of the man who still refused to just let go of me.
I didn't know why I thought fighting would get me what I wanted but I was soon proven very wrong when the man's other hand came up to secure my free arm, effectively holding me in place and preventing more of my futile attempts to regain freedom.
But, my legs weren't blocked and I still had some fight left in me. I jumped, curling my legs behind me. I was aiming for his shins because those were easier to injure and might cause him to fall but I underestimated my leap and ended up hitting him in the thigh. It hurt like a bitch and made him super angry but he didn't fall. No one built like that would fall from a blow to the thigh, even I knew that.
"The little shit, that's definitely gonna bruise," he muttered angrily, his grip tightening on my arms. Good, I sure hope it does.
"Knock him out," said another voice, just as gruff as the first one. I was half-convinced that they were just clones of each other and would have continued to piece together some grand tale about them being twins separated at birth in my head if I wasn't too busy being a little shit and jumping again, trying to aim for the shins this time.
But before I could even get off the ground, a sharp pain pricked in my shoulder and suddenly jumping seemed too energy-consuming to even consider. My legs felt heavy and my eyes heavier and while the thought that they had probably drugged me lurked in the back of my mind, I didn't bother to stress about it and decided that taking a nap was a pretty good idea at the moment and let my eyes press to a close.
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I woke up to the sound of squeaking.
The squeaking was metallic in nature and I almost felt comforted by the familiar sound. But something cold and metal was pressed tight against my arms and legs and the smalls wisps of comfort disappeared.
