Unstable: Prone to change, fail, or give away; not stable
Mal woke up in a plain white room. A large throbbing pain was felt in his face, running from his temple to his cheek and ending at the bridge of his nose. He traced the pain line to find a jagged scar running where the pain was most, and felt dried up blood around the scar. He drifted back to all his memory could comprehend from the night before. A loud scream. A knife. Then darkness.
Mal cautiously stood up, almost certain he was going to fall again. He closes his eyes and sighed, making sure he was balanced. His sea blue eyes opened again. Still in the white room. He took a careful slow step forward, his footstep echoing across the room. His breathing slowed, and he took another step forwards, examining the only decor in the rooms, large lines, forming rectangles
"Well, well, well." His eyes immediatley bolted to where the sound was coming from. "I guess you finally woke up." A young woman, no older than thirty walked over to him "I was begining to think we lost you before the games had even begun." She smirked, her emerald like eyes staring off into the distance. He followed her gaze and it lead to one of the markings on the wall. She quickly flipped her barbie blonde hair behind her shoulder. Mal raises his eyebrow
"Games? Who are you and what the hell are you on about?" His tone had a hint of anger, the woman just chuckled slightly
"I wanna see you break Malachi, and I know exactly how to do it. Oh, and the name's Glimmer." She winked and back away out of a door. Mal walked on the path she took and went upt he where the door was
"Hey! I've not done talking to you!" He reached for the door handle to find it gone. He placed his hand around to try and find the door, yet there was none "What the?" He quietly whispered to himself. Confusion flooded into his thoughts. He wanted to know what the hell was going on
"Are you ready for this?" The used to be rectangle on the wall faded into a large tv like screen
"Who the hell are you and what do you mean?" There was a quiet laughing noise as the screen faded to static. Mal stood there confused for a minute, wondering what mess he's in.