Hokoshuka x Predator Chapter 3
I woke up from a daze like I was coming up from water. The neon numbers on the digital clock showed half a day had passed.
Something's different.
My finger's strayed to my wounds. Closed. Virtually painless. I'd been injured in battle before. I'd watched my best friend die from wounds similar to what I'd sustained. The memory darkened my thoughts. People don't heal this quickly…only – I stopped myself before I could finish.
God, what did she do to me?
Even if I hadn't healed so quickly, I wasn't one to lay around. There's no way I'm going to sit and wait for that woman to tell the police I'm here. She had to have a reason, and the government would probably pay her handsomely for my capture. And what more would a budding young singer want than that? 'I'll protect you', my ass.
I stood, the cold tile making me dance from foot to bare foot. Wait… I looked up to find myself staring at my own reflection in a full length mirror. I was wearing a too-big pink silk pajama top that reached maybe four inches above my knees. I definitely didn't change into that… My old, bloodstained clothes were folded neatly on the floor.
I noticed a clean set of clothes lying out for me. I walked past them. I started pulling on my still-bloody shorts instead and quickly replaced the pajama top with my old leather jacket. I wouldn't be caught in Hokoshuka territory wearing pink.
I stumbled to the door, ignoring the dizziness behind my temples. I'm not weak. I can handle it. I grasped the doorknob and started to turn it.
Rattle. Again. Rattle. Once more I tried but I couldn't turn it. Locked.
Fear stirred in my stomach. I dismissed it as hunger. I need to get out of here. I paced over to the vanity. In the mirror, my pupils were trembling. I looked down too quickly. Why does this place have to have so many mirrors? My fingers scuttled across the table and found a sturdy hairpin.
It looked like a simple lock. My usual cockiness assuaged my…what was it? Hunger. I quietly started work on it.
After half an hour, I was shaking. Like its owner, the lock was only deceptively innocent looking. The room was also a deceit.
With a government facility issue lock, there was only one thing it was designed to be.
A prison.
Something's very wrong here. But I wasn't the most wanted vampire slayer in the country for no reason…was I?
I turned to the windows above the bed. They were the only other way out of the room. My adrenaline surged more than I liked. She had me like a butterfly on a card.
Damn…these windows are the same as the door… Who was this Luka anyway? She saved my life only to trap me again. Last resort time. I was never one for subtlety anyways, and I wouldn't be paying the window replacement bills if I got out of here.
I wrapped my leg in the sheet for protection from the glass. I coiled and kicked, landing a solid blow to the window. Two strikes…three…four…
Shatter.
The sound was like someone smashed a thousand wineglasses at once.
Click. The door behind me.
Fate chose this moment for Megurine Luka to come home.
