Everyone is able to know their bed, your bed is your own. Your bed is made for you, adapted to your curves and any funky sleeping positions you may have. Point is, waking up absolutely anyone would be able to tell within a second that the bed they were sleeping on is their bed or a strange bed. Hopefully for any of you guys you at least would have the knowledge and memory as to why you are in a strange bed, say a vacation or something.

I did not have this particular luxury. This was a moment where I woke up and had no idea where I was or how I got there. Every how, when, what, where, and why which would identify safety were unanswerable and that was unacceptable.

There wasn't anyone in this room with me, so I took in the surroundings with keen eye. Bedroom, but empty of...anything really. The plainest of Janes while at the same time keeping up with the "modern" look of sleek chrome. How ugly.

But there was a bathroom to the right of the strange bed, and a closet in the wall facing the foot of the bed, the door leading to freedom to the right of the closet. I was not fool enough to believe it unlocked, why would it be?

My ears just about pricked up like a dog's at the sound of voices outside the door, two men from the sound of it. My hiding choices were between the bathroom and the closet. The bathroom being the obvious best available option of the lot, seeing as there were two amazing weapon availabilities in there.

Silently I took a pillow with me into the bathroom, closing the door most of the way but not fully, and placed it up against the mirror. With a swift elbow strike against the pillow the mirror shattered into large manageable pieces. Smirking at how the sound was deafened by the pillow I catalogued my other resources. The toilet lid, four usable mirror shards, me dressed in sweats and socks, and the door starting to open. Why I had no shoes was a question to be answered another time, but the socks were shed as I held the toilet lid in the darkness of the bathroom.

Just as the knob finished it's turn I leaned my head back and started to breathe through my mouth making my breathing silent.

"Where the hell did she go?!"

"The door was locked Tony there's only so many places she could have gone."

Two men, as I thought, one was a lot taller than the other and this one in particular was coming straight for the bathroom.

Three, I raised the lid to about as tall as I could go, two, the door started to swing open, one. With an almighty crash I brought the ceramic down onto tall-and-blond's head, following it up by sinking a shard into his abdomen. Shorter-and-brunet shouted and came running, but I just used whatever was left of the ceramic that hadn't broken to bits to essentially backhand him cross the face. Chucking the useless bits of porcelain from my grasp I exchanged them for my remaining mirror bits and fucking booked it out the still open doorway.

From there I could see a multitude of other doors, and it didn't look like much really. But there was an elevator at the opposite end of the corridor like space. The elevator was a super slow option and could be stopped, useless for escape. But there was bound to be a stairwell, basic fire safety and all. Turns out it was just round the corner thank god.

Now, I was never a fantastic runner when just running for shits and giggles. However when I was having to run from something, that was where the variables changed dramatically. As of this moment I was flying down the stairs like a bat out of hell. Though how I have avoided rolling my ankle thus far I have no idea.

The more flights I sprinted down the more pissed off I got, how tall of a building was this place? Panic wasn't even a thought in my active lengthy train until I heard the door at the top of the stairs slam open, what the actual fuck?! How could one of them be up already?

Being on floor five I just pushed faster even though my legs were just burning unlike anything I've ever pushed them to do before. The one who was after me was gaining, much much quicker than was possible much to my ever growing state of panicked fear.

I could have cried for joy crashing through a lobby, barrelling out a set of doors and really not taking in any of the unnecessary details. Almost being run over by a cab though, that was a bit more on the 'necessary details' list.

The only problem with that causing me to come to a halt was being slammed to the ground by something that was super heavy. The entire ordeal just hurt a LOT, and glancing round I noticed it was the tall blond man who I stabbed and really should have been unconscious.

Time to play dirty, what typically gets people's attention? Screaming, loads of it the shriller and more scared the better. Though for some fucking reason these people just glanced curiously before seeming to write it off and go about their daily lives, with the single person recording on their phone of course. Fuck that guy.

When blondie gathered no one was going to stop him he grabbed hold and started to drag my sorry ass back inside the building. Not that I wasn't trying to fight him off, the road rash currently accumulating on my side and back with my shirt riding up being testament to that.

That's when he made his biggest mistake, he brought his leg much too close to my head. Running out of viable options I went for the most disgusting one, I bit down hard. Now the average human jaw has the strength to sever fingers since it's the same as biting into a carrot, and this was me giving my all with sinking my teeth as deeply into his Achilles tendon as I possibly could. His yell of pain had me digging deeper, until hands closed round my throat and squeezed.

I must have looked like I was having a grand mal seizure what with how I was flailing to escape, if I thought I was scared before it was absolutely nothing compared to now. Suffocation is the worst way to go, since you can feel your body desperately trying to bring the blood flow back to your brain and for air to return to your lungs.

My nails were racking deep into his arms, enough that the warm stickiness of new blood that wasn't currently in my mouth was getting under my fingernails. My knees were trying to slam into him as well, but getting steadily weaker as the seconds tick on. Ears ringing, vision going to static and grey tunnelling, my body stopped fighting as unconsciousness took over.

A/N I had the basic plot and some ideas bouncing around for this one for a long long time. Whether it stays that way, I really doubt it. I'll be going back later with edits and changes so reviews and comments are appreciated