AN: And so I give you the first chapter of the sequel to "Of Axles and Hackers." You might want to read that first, if you haven't already. It's not necessary, but it's a better intro to my characters and the story thus far. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's and the plot.
Prologue
Cold.
Cold hard concrete floor was the first thing Andrea Hammond became aware of as she slowly woke. Which was strange, because she was sure that her room did not have concrete floors and where else but there would she sleep?
Pain.
A dull persistent throb made itself known next: her head, back and shoulders. She moved slightly then stopped, for movement only served to worsen the pain ten-fold.
Bright light.
She was determined now, that if she couldn't move for the time being, she would at least open her eyes and see where she was. Blinking rapidly, she squinted as she opened first one eye, then the other. Wherever she was, it was lit with bright florescent ceiling lights; which flickered and hummed softly.
An office.
Now adjusted to the light, Andi was able to take stock of where exactly she was. Or at least, what kind of room she was in. It seemed to be an office. Or at least it was at some point or another. The room, covered in dust, held a desk, a chair, several empty book cases and opened filing cabinets, and two doors, one of which led out of the room and another which led to what Andi assumed was a bathroom.
A groan.
Knowing she needed to move, Andi slowly and carefully pushed herself up into a sitting position. She groaned as she used stiff and sore muscles to push herself up. Sitting up, she paused, allowing the room to stop spinning. She breathed a sigh of relief as the room came into focus once again, and the sharp pain in her head and shoulders dulled to a faint throb.
A dress.
Andi frowned in consternation then as her hand came into contact with the material of her now ripped and dirtied dark blue dress. It figures that the first time she wore a dress in years it would get ruined.
A chain.
It was as she was studying her now ruined dress that she finally took note of the added weight on her ankle. Frowning in confusion she shifted the layers of her dress out of the way and studied her left ankle. Her eyes widened in indignant disbelief. There, wrapped and locked tightly around her ankle was a thick steal link chain. Grabbing the chain with both hands, she attempted to first pull it off her ankle with no success before yanking on the chain to see what it was connected to. She found soon enough that the chain was locked and bolted down near the door. She wasn't going anywhere.
"What the hell? Where am I?"
AN: Dun, dun, dun. And so it begins. This is just a preview of what is to come. I promise things will be explained all in good time. I can't promise, however, that the next chapter will be up for a while at least. Life has been crazy busy lately. I'll try and get out one chapter a week. Maybe a few oneshots in between to hold you over. So I can promise that this story will be finished! Just not in the next week or so. ^^
Anyway, let me know what you think. I love hearing from you guys, it encourages me to write faster. Thanks!