PREQUEL

"Are you bloody mad?"

The voice was clear and shrill. It sounded through the corridors of the cold, wet stone castle like a foghorn. The owner of the voice was struggling against her restraints. She knew she should have never of gone on the last mission, our last adventure. He had said to her. He turned up on her doorstep with his crooked smile and outstretched hand. Now look at her. She was stuck in a pitch black room with some fucking aliens and he was probably swaning around with his new friends. She knew she was not a pretty sight. Her honey blonde hair was caked and matted with dirt. Her flawless, tanned skin was covered in dirt and blood. Her long legs were cut and red from her restraints. Her oval shaped face was covered in scars and her usually light grey eyes were black with fury.

He was so charming the first time they had met. They had been crawling through the same vent using different methods to solve the same situation. After that it was all running and danger and fun. She loved him. Then suddenly he left her back on her doorstep, alone. He never came back. Until, three days ago. She should have been suspicious. He never comes back, she had warned her.

As she struggles against her restraints and wondered were the hell he was. "You know he's going to kill you when he finds you." She shouted at her captors. She struggles again and feels the tight, irritating rope tied around her feet loosen slightly.

"Oh he's not coming for you dear." The cold, terrifying voice came from behind her. She shuddered against the cold, hard chair. "We made sure of that." They laughed their cold, mechanical laughter. She knew she shouldn't believe them but she couldn't help it. It wouldn't have been the first time after all. The first time he had left behind. He was always doing it and popping up two days later with an idea and a new outfit. He had been two months once when he finally remembered she wasn't there.

She shook her head and moved her legs a bit freeing them from their restraints. She cried out again and pretended to struggle so they wouldn't be suspicious.

Her fake cry sounded through the cold, wet, dark corridors of the stone castle and towards the big and grand blue box.