Have you ever woke up inside a tube? It's not a comfortable feeling. You don't really know what's going on, you want to ask "why?" or "how?", but you can't remember anything prior to it. All you do remember is a bunch of equations and facts. To be honest, I couldn't tell you if those would ever be useful or not.

I would knock on the tube and scream for help, but whenever I did, I'd just be put to sleep once again, wake up and repeat the process. This day was different, though. I woke up to the sound of the alarm. Maybe someone would be rescuing me. Maybe someone would come out and tell me I was a part of some crazy game. I'd like that. I banged harder and screamed louder than ever before. If there was a chance I could get out of here, I'd be willing to jump to it. My squall started to rumble the tube from the outside and something much louder rumbled it from the outside. So much for being rescued. I couldn't take it, the thought of being imprisoned and now the thought of being forgotten and left in this terrible place. Fear and strength combined produced something of a miracle. The metal started mending to my fists. I could feel freedom getting closer; I wasn't going to wait any longer. I pounded harder and harder until I felt air breeze through and light shine on my face. I felt good. Better in these few seconds than the entire time I spent in this thing. I reached at the opening and pushed. The force spreaded the opening to the point of being a doorway out. Was the metal weak? No, couldn't have been. I've been in there knocking for who knows how long. I stepped out and straightaway saw the reason for my freedom. I'd been pounding it wider. I'd been hitting the tube haphazardly, trying my hardest to gain someone's attention. But now, I'd focused on an area, and it wouldn't be able to hold up after taking all those other hits. The room had appeared to be made of titanium, even the tube I was in. I turned to see a door. It was barely visible. I wasn't supposed to leave.

Was I a criminal? I couldn't remember a thing. All I had at the moment was logic and strength. I knew that if "they" didn't put me to sleep this time, then "they" were too busy trying to put someone or something else to sleep. It had been more than obvious as time passed. Sounds of a fight got louder and louder and then I heard an explosion. Someone was fighting a war. I just hope they'd save the hostage.

Suddenly, the door opened. I was given a pass at freedom. It felt righteous. I didn't stop to think that it might be a trap outside waiting for me. This was my all-time high score for trying to get out of this place, if taking chances meant anything, it was now. I ran out the door and into a hallway with wreckage paved in papers and destroyed medical equipment. Soon, the equipment became more tactical and less medical and the papers started turning into bodies of unconscious people. I was given a clear path to the exit.

I couldn't believe it all. I'd went from being ultimately concealed inside of a metal tube that was inside a sealed room to being moments away from the building that housed it all in a matter of seconds. Somebody deserved a kiss from me. Speaking of kiss, I decided to take an opportunity to look down and find out exactly what I was. I'd been a girl, either in late teens or earlier twenties. My body had been beautiful. From looking down on it, I saw a slender enough figure to see my own feet. From feeling, I felt a bodacious body in all qualities. "How could this body have done so much wrong?" The first thought to pass my head that felt like my own.

I didn't bother to look back at the building. It had been long out of my view anyway. After feeling myself up, I felt the next best step was to blend in with the crowd. Irony. I decided to walk around this town until I could establish some form of location. Unfortunately, what I'd been wearing was nothing you'd take a leisure stroll in. I'd had on an orange outfit. At first look, it appeared to be a jumpsuit, but in actuality, I'd been just wearing an orange zip-up with the pants to match. The shirt cut off at the waist and my bust had been much bigger than it could hold. The pants were tight, hugging my body so that with every step, I felt a little more violated. Something you'd see a model wear in one of her shoots or a stay-at-home mom wear to spice up the marriage life.

Had I been a model? A trapped flower for someone's sick pleasure? That idea didn't fill any logic in my head. I had little less than answered my own questions, walking on the side of a road in a town I knew nothing about.

In all my questions and walking, I'd been ignorant to the charming men that approached my side. They'd been idle for the time I was in deep thought. I hadn't notice them, they must have approached when I took the time to analyze and demonstrate my body, but once we came near an alleyway, they'd made all their intentions clear, leading me in that direction. Great, I just escaped from a high-level prison and walked right into a raping. I tried to scream, but my voice wouldn't allow it. I could feel the two men, one grabbing at my body while the other held my arms to my side. All I could do was kick and hope someone would help.

Apparently, kicking is a lot more useful when you're strong enough to break through titanium. The first man attempted to grab my feet while I kicked. Huge mistake. He'd been sent to the wall of one of the buildings I'd been trapped between. I stared for a moment. Somewhere in my mind, it had just registered what tremendous strength I had. After awhile, I'd decided to try and break the hold from the second man. He couldn't hold on, so he let go and switched to a fighting position. I figured that if I had great strength, I must have been able to fight, so I chose to face my opponent. He swung, but it seemed almost like he was in slow motion to me, and my reflexes outwitted him. I went for the jab and then the uppercut. It connected. When he realized he was losing the battle, he ran, leaving his accomplice behind.

So, at this point, I identified that I had some boxing knowledge. I'd also established that I was very attractive, being pretty enough to rape in broad daylight. Two things that didn't match that well. And still, I hadn't known where I'd been or who I was.

Well, this man could probably help me. I checked his clothes for some clue as to where I was. I fondled his coat and found a gun. 40 Cal, Springfield. They must have decided that he'll hold it since the other would be holding me. I continued to search until I found his wallet, and in it, his ID card. His name was James Caulder; he'd been 6'3", brown eyes and resides in Daughton, AZ.

After getting what I needed, I felt that leaving him broke would be the best way to give him punishment. I'd also taken his keys so he'd know that I could be there at any time. The sheer punishment of anticipation would be more than enough to keep him from doing this again.

I couldn't say I exactly agreed with my clothes. They were flashy and after what I'd just been through, it became apparent I didn't need that. At the same time, I wouldn't know the first place to go to get clothes. My best bet was to pretend I was a tourist and hope someone would buy it. My only fear with that plan was that anyone could be a friend of whoever kept me a prisoner in that tube. It would be a little hard to cover my appearance then. I needed to get out of the public and then I would better be able to think through this situation.

I saw a coffee shop across the street, but looking at it, I felt something more. An attraction. I walked slowly into the street, towards the coffee shop. I couldn't say I had full control over my body. I felt almost compelled to move towards it. I wasn't objective to it either. It could be a lead on who I am and a coffee shop would be a nice hiding place from most of the public. I let my body do what it did.

I'd not been hearing the horn from the car approaching me. I was a deer caught in headlights, somewhat literally. All I could think to do was guard myself. Yeah, that would definitely weaken the impact.

I'd been standing there for a moment before realizing that I hadn't been turned into roadkill. Maybe they stopped. I opened my eyes to see the car had been gone, but I heard it land shortly after. I turned around. The car had been topside and some major feet away from me. Did I flip it over? Could my strength possibly be that great?

A voice confirmed my thoughts to be false. "You should watch yourself. I didn't free you so that you could die." I turned back to see a man beside me. He was taller than me. I hadn't known my exact height, but comparing him to the man in the alley, I'd say he was an inch or two shorter. He had blue eyes; they shone as he looked at me. I hadn't like his look. He gave me a look of disappointment. I could only stare back with sorrow and, at the same time, thanks. His face had wrinkles, but few enough that you couldn't predict if he was older or just stressed. His hair had been grey and blonde, another mystery of his age to stress ratio. I'd been smitten by him, however. The man had been the one to save me from that facility and his face show a stern seriousness that I felt attracted to. The attraction had been something like the one I felt in the coffee shop. I'd take the time to turn back to it. I could no longer feel it in that direction. However, this time, it came from the car that had been flipped over. There was a guy with darker skin. He was helping the person inside the car. In all of the excitement, I'd forgotten cars had people in them. I turned back to the mysterious stern man as he started to leave.

"Wait!" my words halted him. "Why is this happening?" I had more questions, but I could find the urge to ask them. He came back.

"It's a test. Pass it and you'll get your life back. Fail it and you'll become something less than human." He meant every word.

"What's a test? Who's testing me?"

"Getting to the truth. As far as whom, that in itself is also left for you to figure out."

His voice had been deep and commanding. I couldn't think of any other questions. I looked at his face one last time to find him looking at the other guy. He had felt it too. That attraction had pulled him to that guy, to me. Things were making less sense than before.

I still had one promise to myself to keep. While he was inattentive, I leaned in and gave him the kiss I promised myself to give. I felt it then. The attraction wasn't just from this strange energy. I had found my prince charming.

He didn't seem to think so, though. He stood silent for a moment and then started to walk away. "You should probably help. There was more than one person in that car." And with that sentence, he left. I watched him walk away, in a bit of a daze. Finally, I ran to go help the other point of interest.