The Final Ride
Prologue:
Everything looked blurry. I could almost feel the strength seeping out of my body as my captor pumped more and more drugs into my veins. My hearing was completely clouded; it was like I was hearing everything through a thick sheet of glass.
I moaned as the strong scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils and made my stomach convulse, I probably would've barfed if I'd had any food in my stomach.
A high, pitched keening sound began to echo through my eardrums as a severe pain shot through my entire body, then I realized that the sound was coming from me.
At that point, I didn't know which way was up or which was down, it felt like I'd turned to jello and was now simply rolling through space. Somebody laughed and somebody screamed, this time it wasn't me. I was another person whose scream sounded so familiar that it pulled me from my drug-induced daze.
Angel.