Into the clear light of day, out from beneath the towering trees and into a clearing that couldn't have been seen from more than a dozen paces off.  And, of course, there would have to be someone here and, worse still, someone with rather dark thoughts on their mind.  Deep inside her head, Naive grimaced at the words pouring from the bastard's mouth, already deciding how she was going to go about killing him.  The only trouble with that was, of course, that she was unarmed.  Also, the bit about being in a place she never recalled being before in her life, having just arrived and being more than a touch confused as to the circumstances now being forced upon her (HIM gods be damned, HIM!).  As a final bonus, she knew that what she had done was not something that should even be possible, and yet she<span style="font-style: italic">also</span>knew that there was a great deal more she could do if pressed to it.<br/><br/>The how of it, however, was elusive.  There were no easy answers to be had.<br/><br/>She opened her mouth to call the bastard down for his uncivil tongue, as well as threaten to relocate several parts of his anatomy, when he pressed matters even further.  His advance was violent, and she was completely shocked when he overpowered her easily.<span style="font-style: italic">I am not that goddamned weak!</span>she thought to herself frantically, but whatever her personal thoughts about her own abilities were, the reality was that the bastard overpwoered her, overwhelmed her as if it was of no consequence.  Getting her to the forest floor, there was something frantic rising in her mind -<span style="font-style: italic">dude's gonna have his way with me, what the hell, doesn't he...oh</span>- and the panic seemed to erase any coherent thoughts.  That alien power she had called upon just minutes before seemed about as far away as the sun and the moon.  She was about to despair of this whole ordeal when another voice cut through the sounds of her ineffective struggles.  Laying on the ground with her assailant over her, she watched as the stranger effectively dealt with the threat, blade dropping from the dress she had found herself in just minutes before, dark eyes wide with shock.  And no small amount of confusion, either.<br/><br/>"Excuse me," she began, a trifle unsteadily, but before she could finish what she was going to say, the new arrival was speaking.  The tones were calm, cool and collected, and did not match the actions that were being delivered.  She had heard of garotte wires, before, but never anything like this fellow was using.<span style="font-style: italic">Curioser and curioser,</span>she thought to herself.  It had a wild edge to it.<span style="font-style: italic">So apparently this is like Wonderland or Oz or something.</span>Not a very...comforting thought.  Apparently his girlfriend had hit him in the head harder than he had thought.  Or she thought.  Or whatever; it was turning into a confusing mess trying to come to grip with the sudden, drastic change in reality.  Grunting inwardly, she decided to stop playing the pronoun game and just get on with it.  He was now a she, and that was that.<span style="font-style: italic">Bruce Jenner, eat your diseased heart out!</span><br/><br/>Blood flitted through the air in a fine mist, a faint patina of it flecking her cheek.  She looked visibly ill at that -<span style="font-style: italic">oh my God, that's another man's blood on my fucking face!</span>- and more than a little unsteady as she pushed the body off of her after it had fallen forward.  Unsure if the bastard was dead or not, lying on the ground as he was with a gaping wound, she had to turn and look at the other - the one that the downed man had been calling the Angel of Death.  He certainly didn't look like any angel she had ever thought of, before, but then she wasn't precisely aware of what the rules were in this fairy-tale land where the make believe seemed apparently real.<span style="font-style: italic">Apparently?  You just used <span style="font-weight: bold">magic</span>, woman.  Oh, sure, you used to do that <span style="font-weight: bold">all the time</span> before that thing happened, right?</span>Being sarcastic with herself.  Well, it was a day for firsts apparently.<br/><br/>Grimacing, she regarded the stranger with wide eyes, and got to unsteady feet.  "So, you just expect me to come along with you as if we were the best pals in the world, do you?"  She shuddered at the thought.  "Don't take candy from strangers, don't get in a stranger's car, and don't follow apparent sociopathic murderers into the woods.  Sounds like sage advice, if you ask me."  She took a step back, not really certain what she would do if he decided that her opinion on the subject didn't merit discussion.  She was prepared to do battle with this new stranger.  Not that she expected it to go any better than the first.<br/><br/>Yet<span style="font-style: italic">another</span>voice startled her from behind, and she whirled to try and face both unknowns at once, which turned out to be an impossibility.  Unsure how to answer the clearly different tone of the third person to come upon her in this...whatever it was...she stared, dark eyes remaining as wide as they could be.  "Um...I...don't think so?  Other than my pride, a little?" she replied unsteadily, uncertainly.  She turned her head back and forth between the two of them, a wild light entering her eyes.  "Um...can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on here?"