I awaken to the sound of two thuds outside my bedroom. Though the noise was not very loud, it woke me up completely . I reach under my pillows and grab hold of the knife I keep there, and pretend to sleep while my senses are fully alert.
Two figures have entered my room. I dare not open my eyes, because then my cover will definitely be blown. I hear their footfalls come closer to my bed. Wait; wait till the right time… they are right next to my bed. Now!
In a flash my eyes are open and the knife is in one of the men's chest. I yank it out and he collapses in a pain-filled heap. I growl, low and surprisingly deep. I leap out of my bed and position myself into a fighting stance with the ease and the grace of a cat. Another of the men advances upon me. I lash out, managing to slash his arm deeply. Blood starts to gush from the wound. So focused am I on this one man and the others near him, that I don't hear someone else come up behind me until it is too late. I feel a needle or something of the sort plunge into my neck, and then a growing lightheadedness.
The last thing I hear is a gravelly voice saying, "Nighty-night, freak." And then everything goes black.