Sydney
My eyes whip open.
Instantly I start to fall to the ground, but my arms are suddenly yanked up.
"Wha-?" I whisper, only to find myself cuffed, except this cuff is large. Like a sweatband. And A chain?
Where the heck am I?
I feel pricks of fright dot all over my neck and back.
My breath echoes around the room and I try to rip free.
Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream, just a dream, just a dream.
I lie to myself as I'm overcome by an evil state of panic.
"Stop struggling!" A voice growls my way, and I'm suddenly flung back against the wall.
Vertigo overwhelms me, and I whimper in response.
Then I collapse and a large sum of chains smash into my back. The floor is grimy and dusty all mixed together and I can't see my hands in front of me. "Geddup," A voice commands and yanks me up, I hear the chains rattle around and a strong hairy hand clasps onto my arm, squeezing so tight I'm afraid my muscle is going to pop.
He forces me through the room, in a way that makes me long for the cop to come back and escort me instead, but that's the least of my worries as I, bent over in fear, attempt to decipher where I am.
He beats me through a door and I feel a sore spot on my leg and my neck begins to burn. I want to reach up and rub it, but my hands are tied to each other.
I hear the chains rustling the greasy ground behind me like the train of a dress, and here I am at my wedding. And there by the alter, is Death. Dressed in a spiffy all black suit. Smiling at me, he's waiting.
A door opens and I see various rusty shines glimmering from all places. Cages.
I hear metal clinking and I'm given a good, shove, I turn in attempt to run, before bars are slammed in my face.
A set of yellow, crooked teeth stained by tobacco gleam back at me.
"Welcome to the nightmareland, kid."
Itex.
The jail guard blows a puff of smoke in my face
A beer bottle is thrown at me, and cackling erupts from everywhere, whimpers and moans come from other cages. And a rebellious voice shouts, "Who's the human?" in a raspy tone.
"You be quiet!" The escort snaps and I hear a whip crack from nowhere and more, soft sobbing.
"Let me go!" I shriek, shaking the bars, at the discover of my hands have a little more freedom then I think.
"Oh? Did you hear that boys? Let 'er go! HA!" The cackles continue.
"This is illegal! You can't do this to me! Let me out!" I scream and the man, jolts back to me and grabs my chin. I
"It's only illegal if you get caught!" He seethes second-hand smoke into my face.
"Scream all you want, but you're time is over, her Innocence will be so glad you are here."
"Who?" I stutter out, and he just laughs.
"Maurice!" I hear a stern voice call and a beacon of light shines through a small rectangle in the corner. The sudden exposure to the light, burned holes in my eyes.
Maurice, the beardy, dirty old guard, turns around. I, however, whirl around, cages, stacked, in columns, organized in rows all scattered around. In them, a creature I've never thought would come out of a action thriller or a story book. I take in huge pleads of air.
Kids, teenagers, babies, with fins, tails, scales, beaks, wings. Twelve toes on each foot.
Some faces are deformed and others are stained with lost hope.
I start convulsing.
"Kuma, I was just introducing our dear new guest to her new home."
"Good, good."
Dr. Kuma.
It all swarmed back to me now, the hallway threats, and the shuffling in the vents I had heard in the courthouse bathroom.
I started to slightly remember being pushed around, but then I figured it out.
He grabbed me. Pulled me into the vents and somehow, got out, me unconscious and in tow, and chained me up here.
"Well, there's no more time, the little Miss Falcon has to go now. Her Innocence is waiting."
Who is this freaking "Innocence" person.
Me.
The voice is back. For a moment I concentrate super hard on that voice and I hear the voice's screech bounce in my hear, and then for a moment, outside of my mind.
They all look around, but Dr. Kuma just shakes himself.
"Send her up," He growls to Maurice, sends me a sinister glare and then Maurice shouts to somebody up in the corner of the room and the light goes away.
Then my cage begins to go up wards, swinging evilly and the snickers from below scare shitless.
I'm pulled through the ceiling, I rattle harshly on the bars.
"What the hell is happening to me!" I scream to anyone who will listen.
Then the cage stops moving and then, falls apart. I stand there, in the midst of the remains and look around, the room is asylum white.
Though the walls are a fearful white, the room seems a tad dark and then I hear the voice. But this time it's outside of my head.
Sydney, Sydney. It's so good to see you again. I look up and then the lights zap on.
A short figure, is dressed in a white cloak, hood up.
It's accompanied by four men, two dressed in lab coats and collared shirts, the other two are in business suits. Erasers.
"Do I need to explain? Or can you figure this out for yourself?" A small, young voice emanates from the white cloaked short person.
Everything from my wild expression my my gut to my blood, dropped.
"Oh, Sydney, it's so good to see the person who destroyed our lives again."
The hood is removed
"So tell me how's you're little fling going?"
"I dunno," I finally manage to say.
"Let me pull the knife out of my back and tell you, Angel."