"RIIINNNGGG~!"

I open my eyes and sigh. Stupid alarm clock, tearing me away from the fictional worlds with my brain. This time it was a HUGE castle, I was sitting a giant library within. Reading calmly, soaking in the words like oxygen. I slowly get up to turn the stupid ring off and stretch, hearing an audible pop from my neck. Groaning I shuffle across my tiny bedroom to my dresser. My body is SOO achy. Why? I haven't done anything really tiring lately. I think...

..Wait, what did I do yesterday? After slamming my alarm button and shutting it up, I stumble like a zombie over to the green beanbag chair at the end of my bed. Plopping down, I bit my lip. My mind is drawing a complete blank on anything and everything but this room. I take a calming breath and close my eyes, hoping to remember something. Anything.


Pain fills my body, like someone just beat the loving crap out of me. My lungs burn, my muscles ache, Even my bones are sore. I start to move, and quickly realize that my limbs are bound. My head feels so fuzzy... My eyes snap open, and I wince. All I can see is bright light and a white ceiling. Reminds me of some kind of hospital room.

"She's awake! Vitals stable." I hear a loud, kind of monotone voice declare. My head snaps left, towards the unknown voice. All I can make out is the back of a head, covered in a messy mop of dark brown hair.

"WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" I scream hoarsely, full on freaking out. Ignoring the searing pain in my back and the throbbing in my neck. What the fuck?! A deep, maniacal laugh booms through the room and my temper flares. Fucker's laughing at me? Screaming, I continue to struggle against my bonds. At this point I know that I'm not going to escape this, but I'll be damned if I make this easy for them.. The laughter continues, getting louder at my feeble struggling. Laughing at my pain. Then I feel a sudden jolt of pain in my leg. My head snaps down, but is stopped almost immediately by the restraint on my neck.

Everything slows. The laughter stops.

Fading..

..my heart beat slowing...

...Darkness...


Cold and wet. I shiver. The sounds of fighting pounds against my eardrums. I wince and try to open my eyes. BAD IDEA-so much light, too bright to handle. My eyes snap back shut tightly.

"Ughhhh..." I groan, trying to move. My everything hurts. I imagine this is what a vampire would feel like sitting in the sunlight.

"Guys..." I hear a surfer-dude voice trail off from close-by.

"-Not now Mikey!" A stern voice responds with a grunt. I try to cover my ears, but fail miserably. Too tired. My head feels like it's going to explode, thanks to the various noises bouncing around whatever room I'm in. A couple of seconds later I hear footsteps running up towards me. CRAP.

"Guys, look-it's alive!" The surfer-dude, Mikey(?), booms from above me. Wait, did he just seriously refer to me as it? I attempt to scowl at that remark and not surprisingly fail-it's a wonder I'm conscious at all at this point. The sounds of fighting die down, followed by more footsteps.

"What da'?!" A thick Brooklyn accent exclaims in surprise.

"We hafta help..." Mikey trails off.

The last thing I feel is a warm hand on my neck before the noises of the world fades away.

Back to the void of silence and darkness.