Two sea green eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the darkness in which their owner was trapped. Reddish-brown hair framed the face of the woman, who seemed frail. The twenty one year old appeared like a porcelain doll, fragile and untouchable.
Yet there was something curious about her. She had a certain air, an aura (whichever you prefer) which gave off a sense of adventure and strength; A thirst for the adrenaline rush of life and all of its pursuits.
The woman's name was Rebecca Chambers, and there was no such air about her as she was aroused from her sleep in the dreary, dank closet.
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"Wha?' She muttered drowsily, holding her hand to her forehead seeing if she was ill or something.
Then it hit her: Why was she touching her forehead? Ever since the Mansion Incident, she had worn that bandana around her forehead and now it was gone.
A deep pit of fear reopened in her stomach.
For some reason, she was naked!
Rebecca's head whirred as she grabbed some clothes off a shelf. They we're men's, and much too large for her, but she supposed it was better than nothing at all.
What the hell had happened to her? Why was she here?
As she put the clothes on, she felt the past nights event's coming back to her.
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Yesterday Evening-
How dull it was today. Rebecca had just came to this new town, seeking out her old friend, Billy.
She needed to find him, to thank him, and to maybe tell him that she cared...
She didn't know it was possible for Billy to live in a place it was so dull... He always seemed like the type who would live in a big city, blending with the crowd; Not some sort of farming community!
But she supposed she didn't, no she couldn't, know everything about him. They were only in each other's company for a short period of time.
Her informer seemed shady, but reliable enough. It was an Asian woman, who refused to tell Rebecca her name. But she supposed since she was dealing with escaped convicts, it was understandable to not want your name floating around.
Rebecca had gone to the address, in a seemingly peaceful farmhouse. Of course, that didn't mean she wasn't prepared! She still had her trusty Samurai Edge and her medical supplies.
You never knew what you were going to face. The Arklay Mountain Incident was enough to prove that.
She casually knocked on the door, though she was ready to attack if needed. It all could have been a hoax...
Instead, Rebecca was answered by a little old lady. She looked harmless enough, though a little jittery. So she relaxed and let her guard down.
Big mistake.
"Hello here, dearie. Anything I can help you with?' The old lady said with a stutter.
'Hi, I'm Rebecca Chambers and I was just wonderin-'
"OH! So you're Rebecca. Billy has told be so much about you! Come in, come in...' The old woman motioned for Rebecca to follow, and she did.
She knew who Billy was, and she didn't seem like the type to try and kill her, so why not?
As she walked down the corridor, the woman stopped and snapped her fingers once. Rebecca knew in an instant that this wan not a call for her favorite pet cat, and that she needed to run. She cursed vividly, and tried to sprint away but was caught around by a huge, muscular hand. The other already had Rebecca's arms pinned uncomfortably to one side.
Rebecca thrashed around wildly, her legs kicking the giant man repeatedly, and her jaws clamping down on the man's wrist to the point where she began to draw blood.
But air was not coming in. Her vision blurred as she felt her lungs scream for oxygen.
Shit.
And with that, she passed out.