I have to admit, I'm starting to panic a little bit right about now. Geez, who wouldn't?! My new guy is off somewhere probably being tortured by some psycho terrorist who hates his guts, I'm being held captive by said terrorist who hates my distinctly human guts unless I rat out the world, I've been smacked across the face repeatedly by someone really ugly, my one possible ally got chewed out for being "too sympathetic to the hostage", no one knows where to find us, yet another psycho seems to know me from somewhere, and I am starving!!!!!! Emphasis on the starving! God only knows how long its been since I last ate, because God only knows how long I've been trapped here, other than too fucking long.
Not to mention, I know that this is me. Sabrina Lee. The definition of Independent Woman. Dude, I am kickass. But you know what? Right now?
I really miss my boyfriend.
That's right, I said it! Gosh dammit! Now I'm pissed! And depressed! And that is a bad mix for me! Like a people-end-up-in-the-hospital kind of bad mix!
Stupid brain! This is all your fault! Your fault I'm in this mess chained to a freaking chair! CHAINED to a CHAIR!! Of all the situations I've gotten into over the years, this is definitely the worst! Well, except for that one thing in Brooklyn…Heh heh, good times. You know, the explosion wasn't really that bad, and none of the chickens were harmed! Wasn't my fault that jerk tried to "help"…
Er, where was I? Oh. Right. Ranting at my brain.
…It's possible that I am losing my mind.
I'm not usually given to self-pity, but no one is here to watch, and this is already a bad situation, so might as well get it out of my system.
The losing my mind thing? I'm gonna go ahead and blame it on my biological parents. Who knows? Craziness could run in the family. It would sure explain the whole left-on-a-doorstep thing. Cuz in my book that's not something sane mothers do. Sane mothers raise their fucking daughters or at the very least legally put them in someone's care with adoption or something instead of just leaving them at someone's fucking door. Instead, I'm chained to a chair by psychopath terrorist and my only weapon is the brain he wants to use to enslave humankind or whatever the hell it is he's planning! The brain that I am apparently losing to insanity because of the genetics of that absentee mother/father duo because-
OW!!!
What the hell?!
I stared down in shock at my hand. As I watched, another streak of bitingly painful crimson streamed across my palm to twist around my fingertips. Just as quickly as it came it disappeared again.
I sat coldly in my chair, waiting. Nothing happened. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my brain to re-activate. Either that genetic insanity was causing me to hallucinate, or my biological parents had left me an entirely different kind of surprise…