752 Hours Prior (That's 28 Days :) )
I could hear the sound of pounding water off in the distance. It got closer and closer until my eyes ripped open. My first thought was "When did it start raining?" and then to my horror I realized that it wasn't rain. I was laying face down on a tile floor with warm water falling from the showerhead above. I racked my brain for any memory I might have had before that moment.
After coming up with nothing but a trace of a smoky smell I tried to stand up and each time I did my knees swayed beneath me before I collapsed again. I finally gave up and wrapped the shower curtain around me and crawled into a large bedroom. Using the mattress as a crutch I pulled myself up.
The room was spacious and tastefully decorated giving me the impression that some sort of government-funded family must have lived there. The floors didn't even creek as I walked over to a dresser. Everything was silent. Everything was cold.
A fierce shiver tore through my body as I opened the drawers looking for something to wear. In the bottom drawer was a red, low v-cut dress that looked as if it would fit. It wouldn't do much about my cold feeling, but it was all I could find that wasn't white.
For some reason I didn't want to wear white even though it would have covered me more and was much more sensible. I looked around the room for some shoes after slipping on the dress. Next to the bed was a pair of sneakers and a pair boots. I reached down and picked up the boots realizing that the sneakers just wouldn't match my dress.
I didn't feel like I could run, jump, or fight in my apparel but it was just so darn pretty that I pushed aside my vulnerability. After all it wasn't like I'd need to do any of that stuff anyway.
I was admiring my feminine appearance when I heard footsteps sneaking through one of the corridors. I couldn't explain it, but I somehow knew my way through the house perfectly as I made my way into the dining room. I listened carefully for any sounds, but there was nothing to be heard in the dark room.
When I turned to leave the heel of my boot snagged on the hem of the dress and I sprawled forward. Pain shot through my elbow as I hit the wood floors and amidst my shouts of profane words I heard hurried footsteps running towards me.
A pair of much more sensible shoes stopped in front of me as someone pulled me to my feet.
"Are you alright?"
The man in front of me was handsome in a geeky scientist way, but the plastic badge on his shirt proclaimed otherwise. He was a cop.
"I'm fine I'm just a little tipsy officer." I replied pleasantly.
"Officer? Oh right, the badge. Yes indeedy I am a cop, that's why I'm here. You called for some assistance." He stumbled.
"I did?"
"Uh, yeah you sure did. I think you said your lights went out or something like that." He announced.
I was about to point out that the lights were on as bright as day when the freakishly large window I hadn't noticed before then shattered and giant black figures soared in aiming guns in various places.
A large black man grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to my feet because apparently I couldn't handle wearing heels. He was handsome and muscular, but the gun in is hand kept me from making a move; that and the Latina woman with her, "doesn't take any crap" expression. In fact she was the real reason I didn't bat my eyes and say something like, "My, what big muscles you have!" I was afraid she might shoot me.
And as if she had read my mind she said, "What do you want me to do with the guy?" and jabbed him with the barrel of her gun.
"We'll take him with us. He might know something." The man holding my arm said before he turned to me and asked, "Do you remember anything?"
I focused on how I woke up and tried to remember why I had collapsed, but I couldn't even remember my name. I looked up at the man and pouted my lip a little as I shook my head. He softened his grip on me and smiled a bit.
"It's the house's defense mechanism. The gas must have temporarily altered your memory, but don't worry. It'll wear off soon." He said as his smile widened.
"So… what's your name?" I asked casually. He smiled and opened his mouth to replay, but the Latino woman cut in. "Two, Chaplan and I got the train up and running. We need to get to the Nest."
"Good work." He replied seriously, "And you're right. We need to move out."
Two looked at the police officer. "You, go with Hail. And you," he added, looking at me, "You're with me." I smiled to show my approval and he returned the gesture.
As we walked to this train that would lead us to what Hail called, the Nest, Two explained what had happened and why he was here.
"The Ochre Duchess went on self destruct basically. We don't know if there was some malfunction or if she just decided to go homicidal, either way, the people inside are dead and it's our job to figure out how it all went own."
"Alright, but who's the Ochre Duchess?" I didn't want to sound like a complete idiot, but nothing he had said made sense. I didn't know what a Nest was, I've never met any royalty in my entire life, and I had no clue how I fit in with all of this.
Two laughed and shook his head. "I keep forgetting that you don't remember anything Malice."
"Um… who's Malice?" I asked looking behind my shoulder. There wasn't another agent behind me and I began to question Two's sanity. But Two just laughed harder and wiped a tear from his eye. " 'Who's Malice?' Ha-ha! Yes sir, who's Malice? You're Malice of course!" He said finally catching his breath. I didn't even bat an eye.
We were approaching the train when I heard it' a barely audible moan. It was a simple sound that had a chilling effect on everyone in our party. My skin began to crawl.
"Well that was creepy." Two said before he stepped onto the dark train.
Allrighty, I'm sorry it took so long. School kinda owns me. Well tell your friends if you like the story and tell me if you don't. I'll fix what needs to be fixed and trust me the gore is coming soon.
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