Rude Awakening
Pain. That was the first thing she felt as her eyes fluttered open. Her head pounding, the bright light that flooded into the pure white room didn't help, it only succeeded in worsening the headache. She could hear muffled voices and the sound of hurried footsteps from outside the door of her god awful room. They could've at least added darker colors. She goes to move her hands, to run her fingers through her golden brown hair, but is quickly stopped by the metal handcuffs that circled her wrists and strapped her to the bed. Wonderful.
Just as she was examining the cuffs, absently testing them as she pulled which caused the metal to bite into her skin, she hears her door swing open and as she looks over, a feline woman stood in the doorway. Nurse Kitty was frozen in shock, her amber colored eyes wide and filled with some emotion the was unreadable from her spot on the bed. They stayed like that for the next couple of minutes, just still as stone and staring into each others eyes. It was when the handcuffed woman shifted so she could sit up, opening her mouth to say anything to break the tense silence, that was when the Nurse decided to scream and quickly run off.
What's wrong with her? She thought after the human-like feline disappeared. It wasn't long before several intimidating men came rushing in the small, compact room. Some of them looked excited, some looked grim and some looked just plain furious. It all made her wonder if it was too late to fall back to sleep and by the look in their eyes she concluded that, yes, yes it was. They all just stood in silence for what seemed like forever till the tallest one of them stepped forward. His dark blue skin shone with sweat as his acid green eyes raked over her face nervously.
Wait, he's nervous. All of them are nervous. Why would they be nervous, is it because of me? No, it can't be, I'm just a lone woman who is currently handcuffed to a bed. But as she tried to reason with herself, the sudden apparent look of nervousness and fright that held a home in each of their eyes, told a completely different story that she didn't exactly want to come to terms with. Not yet, at least.
Acid Eyes clears his throat as he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. Though, by the worn and crumpled look of it, said that he most likely had what was written down memorized.
"By laws of the Shadow Proclamation, we hereby convict you, the Murderer, of over several counts of attempted genocide, three counts of successful genocide, over one thousand counts of attempted murder, over two thousand counts of first-degree murder and you have been sentenced to public execution at the beginning of next month."
Without thinking about it, a smirk crosses her lips, making sure she caught each and every one of their gazes before she spoke.
"Aw, I'm touched, Blue-skins." Some of the men stir at the racial slur. "Way to make a girl feel special by waiting till she woke up to sentence her to death."
Silence was what followed her words. From both parties, the group of men and the lone woman who sat in bed. The blue-skinned men were clearly waiting for her to say more, to give them a legit reason to jump on her her right then and there. But much was obvious, she couldn't remember anything, not even her own name and here she was, just have woken up from what was most likely a coma, and is being told she has been sentenced to death because of things she couldn't even remember. After several minutes past, the Blue Skins started to bored and dribbled out slowly, the one who spoke being one of the last ones to go.
She had gotten no real information from them. Only that she had been one busy person before the coma and a name, the Murderer.