He didn’t take kindly to my threats, and thought I lacked the ability to back them up. As I moved at him, my thoughts were only to demonstrate that I could. He was stronger and quicker than I expected, “this is no time to play,” I thought as I struck to incapacitate. As he lay on the ground, I could see the fear in his eyes. Unsure of whether or not I’d let him leave with his life. My last stroke sought to solidify that I would not.

Lights in the dark, pinpricks of comfort They bless me and hold my course I see not my path, it was left long ago Though darkness gather, my way is kept straight

When lights obscured, my gaze falls down Shadows in the dark pain my heart They are there, then they are not Though darkness gather, their dark is more

Lights in the dark, pinpricks of horror They curse me and hinder my course I see not their form, though their teeth are vivid Though darkness gather, I do the same

Her ears still rang. Lying on hard, damp ground, she raised her self onto an elbow. She felt the back of her head, which was tender to the touch. Moving her hand back into view, she could see blood. Taking stock of her surroundings, her outlook was bleak. Four dark grey walls. Floor. Ceiling. A single, dull, hanging light bulb lit the concrete room. No windows. No doors. No way in… no way out.

She rolled her eyes and laid back. “Not again,” she groaned.