Chapter 4
"EEEEEEEEEK!" A scream came from just outside the door. I smile with pleasure at the idea of a huge buff guard over his gun because a skeleton mouse runs by. More distant screams harmonize with the original not-so-manly-three-octave-higher-than-you-might-expect scream of the guard. It is the third day of my war-on-mysterious-captors. On the first two days I was unable to summon more than a couple zombie flies, which aren't much scarier than regular ones, but today I managed to raise a mouse. It is with this thought that I pass out for a good hour. The effort of even the tiniest summons is magnified to the extreme since the fall of Olympus.
I awake to the same sights that have greeted me for what seems to be about two weeks. Red ceiling splotches, hospital bed, fire that doesn't give off any heat, it's all the same I think to myself. I glance around the all-too-familiar room. As I begin the usual struggle against the restraints I nearly fall from the bed, they are gone. At first I don't know what to do, but after a moment, I jump from the sheets, my feet landing with a muffled thud on the thick carpeting, which also so happens to be colored in a deep shade of red. Gods, what is it with these people? Red ceiling splotches, red walls, red carpets, what's next, red eyes?
Standing for the first time in weeks may sound like a joyful moment, but in reality, it was gut wrenchingly painful. Moments after hitting the floor, I am overcome with dizziness, and throw up the meager breakfast that is placed before me while I sleep each morning. Nevertheless, I continue my struggle towards the door. It takes nearly ten minutes to cover the twenty foot gap, but I make it. As I lean against the door to catch my breath I make a decision, I must not try to open the door, or at least not yet. I am weak, and need to recover my strength. Shuffling back to the bed, I sit, and slowly work out every step of my escape plan. It may take time, but as far as I can tell, time is the one thing that I have plenty of.