[center][img]http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/NMShape/coollogo_com-14706267_zps64516cfe.png[/img][/center] [center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center] Home at last. Mad Scientists. Demon Invasions. People who can remold other people into any image that the former desires. Heck, I would take some high school drama (I’m not talking about any Thespians here) over this crazy crap. What I have learned so far from this heck of a week is that there are some extremely screwed up people in the world. And that’s an understatement. But I don’t have to worry about these people any more (or at least for tonight). Tonight, I’m staying home. I’ll just camp out on our couch, decked out in my pajamas, and mindlessly stare at the television screen. I don’t care what’s on; I just need a break in the insanity that is our world. It’s Friday night. What else do I have to do? My homework can wait until the weekend and I am for sure not going to be running around in spandex beating ‘evil-doers’ to a pulp tonight. While I was making myself comfortable in front of our television, I noticed Ashley, Felecia, and Kristin approaching me, dressed up as if they were going out somewhere tonight. “What’s with the fancy dresses?” I asked my three friends, “Please don’t tell me I forgot one of your birthdays. Considering the week I had just endured, you all should give me some slack.” The three of them traded glances with one another, smiles on their faces. Then Felecia turned back to me. “Actually, your ‘Hell Week’, as we like to call it, is the occasion. We thought that, since you had such a miserable week, that the four of us should hit the town tonight.” I gave my friends a blank stare. Did they not realize that my most recent kidnapping (and it’s sad that I have to make a distinction with ‘most recent’) happened while I was trying to get a drink? Did they not see the irony in this? I can already see their rebuttal. “You shouldn’t have gone alone. We’ll be safe in numbers”. “No way” I told them, “All I want to do is stay on this couch and melt my brains away by watching some mindless television. Is that too much to ask for?” All I got in response were three puppy faces. Yes, I know that they were just trying to cheer me up, but I am not in the mood for it. Normally, trying to go get a drink would be an appropriate response to all the crazy crap that has happened to me recently, but since I got kidnapped trying to ease myself with the bottle, it kind of took away any solace that alcohol could give. “You want to waste this perfect Friday night by staying at home?” Kristin told me. The three still gave me puppy faces. “If you all really want to go, just go. I’ll just stay here and enjoy my peace and quiet night alone.” I responded to her. “But what would we do if, when we returned, you were missing again for the third time? How would we feel then?” Felecia butted in. Actually it would be the fourth time, but who’s counting? “Fine. You win. I’ll go.” I caved in, knowing that if I didn’t, they would not stop bugging me for the whole night. And I’m not talking about the ‘is it time to go’ bugging that you would get from a ten-year-old child. No, it would be the sarcastic bugging. They would say “we could be dancing to this song” or “we could be drinking that”. “Just let me throw something on.” However, I would never reach my room, let alone my closet. After I had taken a couple steps, I felt an intense pain in my stomach and it disseminated throughout my whole body. The pain matched the same agony that I had experienced under my captor’s ‘extreme make-over’ powers. How could this be? That sick-minded woman got herself shot, so how is this happening to me now? Once this agony had gripped my entire body, I fell to the ground. I no doubt looked as if I was undergoing a seizure. My body shook rapidly as the pain permeated through my limbs. Due to the pain, I could see what was happening to me, but I only knew that nothing good could come out of it. And the pain disappeared almost just as quickly as whatever this was had arose. I stumbled to my feet while I regained my senses. When I looked up, I could tell that the jaws of my friends had fallen to the floor. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Ashley muttered as she sprinted to our apartment bathroom. Was it really that bad? “What happened?” I asked. “I wouldn’t look in the mirror if I were you.” Felecia replied. Nevertheless, I ignored her. I rushed into my bedroom and gazed into the mirror I had in there. “Oh God, I’ve been Frankensteined!” I yelled. Heck, besides my skin, I would bet my head and hands were the only part of me that stayed the same. I mean, yes, it wasn’t as bad as the Frankenstein monster, where the different body parts did not match up with one another. But why is this happening to me? I look like a freaking comic book character with this body. Well, it looks like my captor will get the last laugh, right? “How in the world am I going to explain happened to me? How am I going to explain dropping a couple dress sizes, considering I was pretty thin to begin with?” “I don’t know how you’re going to explain the rest of your comic book physique, but you can at least say that you received the best boob job in human history.” Kristin joked. “At least you look more realistic in that respect than you did a few hours ago.” I glared at my friend. “Yes, that’s like saying it’s better being chased by a black bear rather than a polar bear because the former is ‘smaller’.” I rolled my eyes at the thought. “Come on, Aubrey. I think this shows why you need this R&R more than ever.” Felecia told me. “I’m not going. What do I have to wear? Everything I have will either be too loose or too tight in certain areas.” “I know where to get you some clothes.” Kristin smiled at me as she started to head to the door to our apartment. Oh God, I hope she is not thinking what I think she is thinking. “There is no way I’m going to wear any article of clothing that belongs to your roommate, Kristin!” I yelled out to my friend, although I was not sure whether she heard it or not, since she had already existed the apartment.