"Wake…UP!" A voice chirped near my sensitive ear, and my hand flapped in the direction of the voice, satisfied as I heard my ligament make contact with skin. "What was that for?" The annoying voice demanded of me, and I blearily opened my eyes, my eyes smarting from the headache I had. Note to self: Coke and Rum was good, but not if you had something to do the bloody morning after. I sat up in a instinctual panic before my mind recognized the person standing before me. Nikki. I didn't remember inviting her over. Okay, I didn't remember much of last night, but that was what I got for partying too hard on my sweet 16th. Could you blame me? Probably. My parents were in Vegas, and Gunther, my brother, was in college getting a bachelor in chemistry.
"Let's be realistic here." I snapped, fighting a disgusting vertigo as I sat up. "It is Winter break. It is before ten. I am a woman. Count the reasons, and figure up an answer. And what are you even going here?" I rubbed my eyes, and ran to the bathroom, throwing up. I looked in the mirror. Good, I was what I looked like before I woke up on the floor, alone. My reflection paused. Alone? The shaky memories I did have were filled with people. So… what happened to them? Better yet, did I want to know? Maybe…maybe not. I studied my bloodshot grey eyes, and sighed. Grey. Why that color? My real mother and father, whoever they were, better have had grey eyes. I was an outcast in sunny California, where mocha and sky ruled the pigmented world. Who wanted storm-colored eyes? And to top it off, silver hair? It matched, yeah, but I was called an old woman, when I wasn't being scolded on the particular 'dye job'.
When I finally decided to stumble out of the bathroom, I was greeted by Nikki with a pot of coffee. My gaze zeroed in on the liquid, my mind ignorantly passing by the question on what the fuck Nikki was doing here. We weren't friends. More like, enemies. First sight, she told me to go screw myself. I had replied by telling her to jump off a cliff, and had to add in the fact her friends were stupid enough to follow her, and finished it up by somehow insulting her mother.
I'm just that smart. Okay, maybe not.
I sipped my coffee, and surveyed the room in all its glory. Blankets and pillows were scatted around the room, and it looked like someone had spilled an unholy amount of ketchup over the comfortable objects.
Wait a second... I froze, and dropped the mug, not even paying attention to the porcelain hitting the floor. I slowly turned around, my eyes wide with fear.
"No…" I whispered.
"Oh, oh yes." Nikki whispered back, sauntering up to me. I stepped back, my eyelid twitching as a slice of coffee mug slid into my foot.
"How….why…when? YOU BITCH!" I screamed at her, and contradicted myself my running down the hall, panic slipping like ice in my veins, and I scrambled to find my brother's room, the only room in the house with a deadbolt. Damn my foster parents for believing in electronic security systems. I flipped the metal, and panted, and squeaked as the door was pounded on by the demonic bitch.
"Come…on, Anastasia, come play with me, soon you'll be gone, far…far…away." She hissed through the crack in the door, and I covered my open eyes with my hands, not understanding what she was saying. Where was I going soon? Away from her? I was okay with that, very, very okay with that.
After a while, I found enough nerves to search my brother's room. I found a Derringer pistol, and a wicked knife. I slid the knife in its sheath, and managed to fit the thigh holster. Did anyone ever mention chafing? This thing….itched. Like crazy. I was suddenly glad of four years of martial art classes, but I still didn't trust myself enough to fight her. Nerves, work on the nerves. I glanced around the room, until my mind came across my brother's prized PS2. My eyes widened, but not in fear. I raced, sliding down on my knees to frantically turn the T.V. onto the correct frequency.
My mouth opened in shock. Jak and Daxter 2. My favorite game in the world. I clicked my file, which I set to right before the battle with Kor. I smashed buttons like my life depended on it, forgetting for a couple of minutes the homicidal woman outside my door. I fist-pumped the air, landing the final blow-
And then the power went out. I groaned at the dark screen, and picked up the PS2, pulling out the disc and balancing it in one hand, the other pulling out all the cords. I ran out of spaces between my fingers, and pulled the biggest fucking act of Darwinism, and put one, the main power cord, in my mouth. Not five, five seconds afterward, I glanced up to see the T.V. flicker. My eyes widened, and my mind slowed down to hear Nikki laughing her mind out, and I had one, if not two seconds of mind-blowing, indescribable, painful beyond all recognition fire, and then I heard one voice slide in my mind:
Welcome to your new life. I am your protector, a Precursor named Vikor. I have given you a second chance, because you are not human, and It is our fault you are dead. Our only condition is that you protect...and become a close friend to Jak Mar, our hero.
But besides that, I could have sworn I heard Nikki laughing. That annoyed me more than dying.