When Nicki awoke she was no longer bound in chains. Unfortunately she was still naked and in the dark. She sat up and fumbled around in the dark. She was relieved that she also wasn’t paralyzed. She moved slowly feeling around for a door. Slowly but surely she felt a wall. She moved in the dark along the wall probing and fondling until she finally found a doorknob. She turned it and much to her luck it was unlocked. As she opened the door light tore through the room. She noticed that the other girls were still unconscious on the floor.
Out in the hallway she moved like a mouse hugging the walls and trying not to make a sound. Nicki was in a large mansion. The hallway reminded her of the castle from Beauty and the Beast. Long curtains covered windows that had to be about 10 or 15 feet tall. In the distance she heard voices. She hid behind one of the curtains.
“Why is the door open?” said a cold female voice.
“I locked it I swear!” a man replied his voice burdened with fear.
“Stop lying”.
Nicki peeked around the curtain she saw a tall bald gangly man and a fierce looking woman in a white dress. Her hair was jet black and pulled in a tight bun. Nicki also noticed that the gangly man had a rifle strapped on his back. In a few moments they would notice that she was missing. The pair walked in the room and flicked the light switch on. Nicki was trembling. Her heart pounding like an engine, it was going to betray her if she didn’t calm down.
“Looks like we have an escapee” said the woman.
There was a beep. The woman took out a phone. She moved away from the gangly man and froze in her steps. Nicki moved back behind the curtain her heart was banging against her chest rattling her rib cage like some angry beast.
“We’ve been found there blowing this place up in five minutes”
“What about the girls?”
“Leave them they’re as good as dead anyway”
The woman and the gangly man bolted off in the direction they came. Nicki peeked from the curtain and saw no one in the hall. She wished she had some clothes as she walked towards the room she just fled. She jumped as an alarm went off: “ATTENTION YOU HAVE 4 minutes and 30 seconds BEFORE THIS BULDING DESTRUCTS HEAD TOWARDS THE LOWER LEVEL”.
She wanted to give up. She looked at the girls on the floor. They were doomed. She was doomed if she didn’t get out of this building. The alarm was going off in the background she now had three minutes. She ran down the hallway naked not knowing where she was going or whom she’d run into.
2minutes…
The hallway seemed to go on forever. She could run forever she had run cross country and track since middle school although she would of preferred not to run for her life at the moment.
1 minute…
Finally she found a door marked “exit”. She shoved the door open and saw that she was in darkness again. She tripped. She was covered in dirt her leg was bleeding. She got up and ran only to trip again. She could hear the countdown from 30 seconds. She was too close to the building she knew that the debris would kill her. She wanted to give up to she wanted to give in. No one would miss her. Then she thought of Amber and most importantly she thought of herself. She was running again fast, hard, and like the track star she knew she was.
(BOOOMMMMMM!!!!!)
The building was no more. Those black girls were no more but Nicki survived. She was walking through the woods with her thoughts as her traveling companion. She was dirty, sweaty, and naked. She wanted a shower. The silence of the dark woods was comforting she didn’t want to be near anybody looking like this. Nicki came to a road and followed it. She ducked behind a tree as a jeep drove by. Her heart was beating at her chest again. The person in the jeep couldn’t have seen her. When she peeked from behind the tree. She was horrified. The jeep had stopped and people were getting out.
“She’s somewhere over there” said a female voice it was deep almost masculine with a heavy Russian accent.
They were moving towards her. Nicki knew if she ran they’d see her. If she stayed by the tree they’d surely find her. Torn she decided to run again. She took off and tripped over a root. There was a loud crack she tried to stand it was hard because her ankle was either broken or sprained. She gave up.
Two people walked up to her. They had flashlights. The light was in her face the other flashlight scanning her up and down exposing, revealing, and highlighting her nudity, her shame, and her fear.
“Miss you look like you need some help” said a light bubbly female voice.
“Go get a blanket from the jeep” said the woman with the deep Russian accent.
The shorter woman with the bubbly voice ran off and returned with a blanket. Nicki was silent as the women wrapped her in the blanket and helped her into the jeep.
She was sandwiched between the two women. In the driver’s seat was a man next to him was another woman. No one said anything as they headed off down the road. Nicki fell asleep between the two women.
(One hour later)
“Wake up!” said the woman with the bubbly voice.
Nicki awoke. An Asian girl was moving her and shaking her. She had short black hair cut in a bob with red streaks etched in her hair. She wore a black tank and was in tight black pants. She was freaky. She had a nose ring and was covered in tattoos. Her left arm had honeybees stinging doves and her right arm had tattoo of Venus flytrap with a dove trapped in its mouth.
“Your ankle is only sprained but don’t put too much weight on it.” Said the woman.
“Alright where am I?” an exhausted Nicki uttered.
“The safest place this side of hell,” said the woman.
Nicki carefully stepped out of the jeep. She thought of asking the woman her name but was afraid of sparking unwanted conversation with such an odd looking woman. The woman helped her over to a bed.
“You’ll sleep here tonight. Everyone else is upstairs”
She handed Nicki a cup with a liquid that was smoking. The liquid was bright green and smelled like liquor.
“Drink that and your ankle will be perfect in the morning.”
“What is it?”
“Just drink it” The woman guided the cup towards her mouth. Nicki had no energy to fight she hoped this drink would put her out of her misery. When the liquid touched her lips she was shocked that it wasn’t hot instead it was almost freezing. She drank the entire cup. Resting her head on the pillow she peacefully fell asleep.
In the morning she awoke. She sat up and the sheet fell off her body. She was till naked. She gritted her teeth. Much to her chagrin the drink did not put her out of her misery instead she felt great. Her ankle didn’t hurt when she moved it.
“Look who’s awake” said an unfamiliar voice.
Nicki looked over and saw a different woman. She was obviously “Mexican” or something Native American. She had dark black hair that was in two ponytails. An Eagle’s feather was braided into her hair. She was in a black swimsuit her body was perfect. Her skin the smoothest bronze.
“My name is Black Kettle but everyone calls me BK. From the smell of things you need a shower”
Nicki was embarrassed by the stranger’s forwardness.
“You’ll need to be showered, dressed, and upstairs in ten minutes we’re leaving and you’re coming with us Nicki”
“How do you know my name?”
“Ms. Jackal we know everything about you now hurry up”
Nicki understood that this woman was not going to answer anymore of her questions so she went and showered. The clothes that were provided were a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
She washed her hair and was frustrated when she realized she had no hair dryer. She wrapped her hair in the towel and headed upstairs to be in the company of strangers.
As she walked through the house she saw the other two people that rescued her from the other night. A woman with red hair sat on the lap of a very tall man with jet-black hair. She was feeding him fruit as they watched “Jersey Shore”.
Black Kettle was sitting at a computer when Nicki walked into the room.
“You were out for three days” said Black Kettle not turning from the computer.
“What’s going on?” asked Nicki.
“That’s classified” said Black Kettle she turned and looked Nicki she was smiling.
“Can I go home?”
“If you want but after you here me out you won’t” Black Kettle pressed a button and said: “Alright team our newest recruit is here come say hello”.
The Asian girl walked in first. In her hand she held a comic book. Nicki recognized the title, “Uncanny X-Men” something told her that she would hit it off great with her “friend” Ralph. Behind her walked what she understood to be a couple. She noticed that the man was white he was about seven feet tall and built like a god. He was pure muscle. The red haired woman was tall as well she was well over six feet. The pair seemed like they didn’t belong with the other two women.
“Allow me to introduce you to the “Atomiks” said Black Kettle.
The Asian girl stepped forward, “Call me Aftermath” Nicki wanted to laugh she couldn’t believe this odd looking woman wanted her to call her “Aftermath”.
“Next to her is Sasha and Marx” said Black Kettle.
“Hello Sasha” said Nicki as she waved at the red head.
“No silly I’m Marx that’s Sasha” spoken in a heavy Russian accent. She pointed to the giant man of muscle.
“Hello Nicki pleased to meet you” said Sasha in a slow deep Russian Accent.
“Very nice to meet you all but can I please go home?” asked Nicki avoiding eye contact with the “Atomiks”.
“Ms. Jackal you’re wanted by a very nasty group they know where you live. To return to your apartment in Solon would be suicide. You’re safest with us” said Black Kettle.
“I don’t believe this what is going on?”
“The last War that mankind will ever fight”
Nicki turned and looked at Black Kettle. She was standing and was literally on fire. Nicki was frozen where she stood. Black Kettle moved towards Nicki. Sasha caught Nicki as she blacked out again.
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