I don't know how long I was out, but I knew it had been a while due to the amazingly painful headache I had. Whatever they had shot into me was making my mind slow, almost as if it was in a vat of molasses. I knew I had to get out of wherever I was, but my brain was just so damn slow! So after a few deep breaths I sat up from the bed I was on, which just made the pain worse, and looked around. A sharp pain came from my hands, and found out why it was so hard to get up; my hands were still handcuffed behind my back, but my bindings on my legs were gone.

I was in some sort of metal shipping crate that was converted into a cell of sorts. At the end, where the opening should have been, was a welded together door that had a large piece of two way glass in it. Great, they can see me, but I didn't know what they were up to. But I could see what I looked like, and frankly I looked like crap. I also noted that there were a few florescent lights on the ceiling, so I couldn't be that far from civilization. The only odd thing was the fact about three of the six air vents that were in the floor didn't work. So, with a sigh, I sat back down on the bed, and rested my throbbing head on the cool metal of the wall.

I must have dozed off, for when I woke up, there was a woman sitting in front of me in a wooden chair. My stomach lurched; it was her, the woman who was in my head, who kidnapped me, who now has me prisoner.

"I'm glad you're awake, I was afraid you would never come too." She said smoothly as she smiled sweetly.

Now that I look back, I feel as though Sasha used to be a beautiful woman, that she used to be incredibly sane and smart. But the Sasha in front of me was a twisted version of what she was in the past. Her frame was strong, yet very petite, she was bald, and wore a pair of tight fitting; black leggings, and what looked like just the top part of a hoodie, with the red hood just resting on her head. She wore no shoes, or any other sort of accessories. The thing that really scared the shit out of me was her eyes; they were pitch black with just a hint of red. They showed no fear, no sadness; only knowledge, and dark secrets.

"What do you want with me?" I asked in my most confident voice, the only problem is that it came out sounding like I was a terrified little girl.

"I'm going to make you better. You have no idea the power you have inside of you. I can set it free; I can mold it into a wonderful gift. All you have to do is just stand by me, be my little apprentice so to speak." She said sounding like a mother talking to her precious child.

I was disgusted. Join her? Is she insane? Oh wait, she is.

"I will never join you; I will never become a monster like you!" I spat.

For a second, I could have sworn I saw hurt in her eyes. But then it was gone, just as quickly as it had come. Sasha then stood up, and pushed the chair over to the corner. Very carefully, she walked over to me, and placed a claw like finger under my chin and lifted my head so our eyes were level.

"I didn't want to give you up. You mean so much to me, my little angel. And I know you will never want to join me, but I have to you see? It's so we can be together, forever. Once the gas comes, it will hurt, but it will be over soon. I love you so much Helena, so much it hurts." She said, the pain coming back into her eyes.

Quickly, she unlocked my handcuffs, and walked to the door.

"Wait! What do you mean you had to give me up? What is this gas?" I yelled and got up to follow her, but she had already closed and locked the door.

I banged on the door as hard as I could, yelling at her to come back. But then, something stopped me. It was a sound, a hissing that was coming from the three broken air vents. Only they weren't broken. The last thing I remember from that moment was tears streaming down my face and backing into a corner as black gas began to pour out of the vents and seep into my lungs. Then there was nothing but white hot pain, and darkness.