I woke up to the feeling of my head slamming. I let out a low hiss, pulling my hands to my head, clenching my blonde hair in my hands.
"Well... Miss Priss is finally awake." A voice purred behind me.
My eyes flew open and I snapped to my feet, automatically going for my Neith and launcher, only to find neither were there.
My survival instincts kicked in.
I glanced around. I was in a room that had tinted glass windows on all sides. The only way out, there seemd, was a trap door that was nearly twenty- five feet above me. There were little notches in the wall every... three feet, once you got above fifteen feet.
And facing across from me, in black jeans and a red shirt, was a woman I had never met.
"Okay..." I murmured, more to myself than to the other woman, "Who the hell are you?"
"The name's Stacy De Vil." The woman smirked.
"Anyone ever tell you could pass as the devil, Stacy?" I stood up straight, placing my hands on my hips.
"Your puny resistance calls me the 'Devil Woman'." Stacy smirked, flipping her bleach blonde hair.
"Well, although it is nice to meet you, Miss Devil, but I have to find my brother. Thanks for the chat though." I rolled my eyes and jumped into the air, towards the left wall, and started to push off towards the right one, but a hand snatched the hood of my sweatshirt, and I let out a strangled cry as my back made hard contact with the concrete floors.
I blinked, my vision fuzzy, and I barely rolled out of the way to avoid having a fist slammed in my face.
"You can't get away from me." Stacy cackled, "I can see the future- I know your every move ahead of time. So unless you do something random, you can't escape me."
"Random, huh?" I smirked back, ignoring the screams of pain from my back as I stood, "That's my speciality."
I moved to the right and Stacy moved with me, anticipating that's where I would go.
Wrong.
At the last moment, I pushed off, and jumped over the woman, my back arching over her. I landed on my hands and kicked out, catching Stacy in a roundhouse kick.
Stacy fell to the floor, her eyes closing.
"Hmph. That's better. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving to find Chris." I jumped back up in the air, pushing off opposite walls, towards the trap door.
When I was about to grab the handle, once again, something grabbed my arm, and threw me to the floor.
Gravity took over, and I didn't have a chance to tuck or roll. I could just hold my arms out, and brace for impact.
My left hand hit first, and I screamed in pain, my vision turning black, as white- hot pain shot up my arm.
I must've blacked out for a few seconds, because when I came around, my arm was throbbing, and I was gasping for breath.
Stacy came into my view, her smirk sinister. She drew her fist back, and my whole world sank into darkness.