Being dramatic was something her mother had always claimed her to be good at, but to Tess, fainting at the drop of the hat was not what she wanted to be remembered for. Her 'sleep' was dark and dreamless. Nothing really stood out when she finally stirred after what felt like hours but in reality, it couldn't have been more than an hour or two at most. She'd crashed hard, the stress and anxiety of the entire event sending her into complete and total sensory overload. But gradually, awareness came and Tess opened her eyes slowly, but surely, as everything started to come back to her. Her eyes had to adjust to the light that was shining inside the apartment, and at first, Tess thought she'd fallen asleep on her very own couch. Looking down at her hands as they pressed against the material when she sat upright had her understanding that this was not entirely the case. She was at someone else's place, and nothing about this couch was hers.<br/><br/><b>"What the..." </b>Tess winced as she pressed her back against the arm rest of the couch and stretched her legs out straight in front of her. She thought long and hard about what she remembered from the night, and when she got to the images of a man shoot fire out of his hands and a dark figure floating toward her as if it was going to eat her, Tess felt the beginnings of anxiety creep into her chest and burn like a wildfire. Pressing her fingers to her forehead, she ripped away the damp paper towels and wiped at her cheeks. Water had leaked down the sides of her face and matted her auburn hair, but that was the least of her current concerns.<b>"Where am I?"</b>She questioned softly to herself before taking stock of the room. It was then that she noticed the man who could shoot fire out of his hands, and she let out a high pitched scream before grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him as hard as she could.<br/><br/><b>"You! Oh my god, "</b>Tess shouted, panic creeping into her voice as she scrambled to the other side of the couch, away from the man with the fire powers, onto the floor and then across the room so she stood next to a window.<b>"You're the guy with the...with the fire...and the...the other guy...."</b>Wide eyed, she started to look around for the dark figure, desperate to make sure he wasn't in the same room as her. If Tess had to pick one over the other, fireball guy was the one she'd happily take any day.<b>"Where'd he go? He's not here right?" </b>She looked around once more, goose bumps pebbling her skin as she remembered the weird way he'd talked to her.<b>"Are you the bad guy? Am I about to die? What is going on?!"</b>Tess angled herself behind the couch, trying her damnedest to reach the door.<b> "I've seen this shit in movies. I'm smarter than the average bear. You'll never win. I have GPS tracking on my cellphone. My friends will find me and then they'll get you and that weird creepy dude from the alley too!"<br/>
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