Author's Note: Since this is my first chapter It's only a few paragraphs. I promise longer one's in the future. Enjoy, and please R&R.
Two eyelids slide open, revealing a pair of eyes glazed in a pale red. Muscles slowly glide into animation, awaking from a dormant state. The morning light scrapes across Paine's unaccustomed pupils like nails on a chalkboard, causing them to retreat into dilation. Her body wakes up the same way it does everything else: with a somber dignity.
Gradually Paine makes her way to the bathroom connected to her quaint room on the Celsius. The sink handle turns with her wrist and water spills from the faucet. Hands cupped, she splashes water up onto her face and stares into the mirror. Her mother's eyes stare back. She sees them every day, and can never forget. Her father's stubborn chin is set into her jaw. She is a living testament of her family's notable features. She is theirs.
Paine retreats back into her bedroom and begins strapping on her leather garments, an arduous task that involves several buckles and spikes.
From the depths of her mangled sheets a groan emerges. The linen begins to shift slightly and Paine is suddenly aware that she's not alone. She quickly scans her memory for the previous night's events, but can remember nothing. Who was she with?
"Hey, Dr. P, hand me my boxers, would ya?" A voice slurred from a good night's sleep and muffled by pillows pleads with Paine, who falls backward into her dresser as though the voice had the force of a foghorn. She is suddenly vulnerable, and horrified to be in such a state.
"G-get out…" she breathed, her heart choking on air.