I shot awake, soaked and cold. Very, very cold.  Water blurred by eyesight, not that I could see much in the pitch black anyways. I blinked the water out of my eye.

"Hello, Addison." A voice rang crystal clear through the room. A voice that made me shiver to the bone, and not because I was dripping icy water. Addison, a name I hadn't heard in a long time.

"I am sure you are wondering why you are here today darlin'," He said. My face burned. Another irony.

"Ye-yeah. You'd think- you'd think most people would after- after being kidnapped," I stuttered. I was always jealous of people with quippy comebacks. I just awkwardly stuttered my lines, which took the punch out of anything I said.

"I know what you are, sugar," He said, trying to lure out my answer or maybe some sort of anxiety.

"A-A vampire," I teased. "I sparkle, d-don't I." He didn't respond. I assumed he rolled his eyes.

"Soaking wet, handcuffed to a wall, and you're the one cr-cracking jokes." He mocked. Blood ro as I tugged at my hands. Handcuffs, wall, soaking wet. Check, check, and check.

"L-look. Clearly th-there has has been a misunderstanding." I shook my hands. The chains rattled.

"Don't play dumb, love, it doesn't suit you." His position changed. Once a few feet in front of me, he was now to the left. I shifted accordingly, searching for an outline.

"I'm n-not playing. I-" I stopped. I just want to go home. That's what people who are about to die say.

"Come on. You're a special, a mutant, a super, a weirdo, a" He listed almost too enthusiastically.

"A compl- completely normal person you-you mean," I interrupted.

"Cute. Well, maybe this will jog your memory," He said. Panic spiked. I tensed, waiting for a blow that never came.

I opened one eye. The lights in the room were on. There was no one there. There was nothing there. Just a small, white box.

"He-hello?" I called. I froze. A noise, like muffled footsteps, came from behind me. I slowly started to stand.

"Down." A different voice shouted. I obliged, turning to the voice.

A pudgy, middle-aged man stood, holding a gun. Fear shook his body. I cursed under my breath.

"Look, man, you-you got the wrong person," I pleaded as I slowly started to stand. The gun fired, just missing my foot.

"I said get down," He shouted, panic making his voice crack. I dropped to the floor. I took a breath.

"What seems to be the matter officer?" I said as coolly as I could while staring down a gun barrel.

"What's happened here is that you've broken into The Broad," He fumed. I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Ah yes, The Broad. Famous for?" I let my sentence trail.

"Art. It's an art museum," He said with a hint of arrogance. I sighed. I remember it now. Far to clearly for my liking.

My head slammed into the wall. I opened my eyes to see darkness. My head ached and my arms burned.

"How about now, sweetheart?" He asked. Anger and adrenaline swarmed in my skull, pumped through my veins. A sea of words flowed through my head, pushing against my tongue but too jumbled to escape. The most prominent would probably end with my mouth being washed with soap.

"I'll take your angry silence as a yes," He teased. I leaned my head against the wall, realizing that It didn't matter if I had said 'I want to go home' because I was going to die here.