I disconnected the call, and pulled up the app for tracking the GPS locator I'd hidden in one of her shoes. The beacon lit up on the screen immediately, blinking reassuringly. I removed a small tub of iron tablets from my pocket. I seldom used this immediate release formulation - it was like drinking blood, and it rendered me almost senseless with power and speed and the need, above all, to destroy. It was a trip I feared almost as much as I rejoiced in, the euphoria overshadowed in my more lucid moments by a vague concern that the beast was no longer under my control.
Today I embraced the madness.
Rebecca
I woke up to a world of pain and noise, and the smell of my own blood. My eyes felt gritty, and my shoulders ached from the unnatural position my bound arms had been forced into. At first I struggled to see anything in the gloom, but the rumbling of an engine beneath my body and the darkness of the confined space that held me led me to the conclusion that I had been shut in the boot of a car.
Again . I was seriously over this whole abduction business.
The pain in my abdomen slowly dulled to an almost bearable ache, and the blood on my skin dried. I knew without having to look that my gunshot wounds had closed over. I lay on my side, my arms pulled tight behind me. I could feel wires cutting into the flesh at my elbows and at my wrists. My legs were free, and I used them to cautiously feel the limits of my space, occasionally kicking gently at a surface. The car boot seemed to be spacious enough, and it smelled almost new.
I was still mentally grumbling and dwelling on my predicament when a surge of power tore through me, and left me breathless. It was followed by a second, and then a third. The exhilaration was like nothing I'd ever felt. I grinned in the dark confines of the boot. Wow, this really was something else.
I carefully pulled my arms apart behind me, and felt the wires stretch and unravel and part. I flexed my newly vigorous muscles, twisted slightly to adjust my position, and kicked up at the boot lid as hard as I could. The lock held, but the metal buckled outwards, and slivers of light appeared at the peripheries as the deformed lid was pulled away from the edges of the boot.
The car screeched to a halt as someone applied the brakes, and I was flung against the backs of the rear seats. I lined up a kick at the lock of the boot lid, and it sprung open as my heels smashed against it, flipping it with such force against the back window that it shattered.