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She didn't know what had happened.

She didn't know how she had ended up in this place... didn't even know where this place was. However, the nice guy, Johnny, had brought her back to his place and promised that she'd be safe while she stayed with him.

She went to stand at the window, looking out carefully to make sure there was no one watching the building. Letting the curtain fall back over the glass, she let out a breath.

They were out there somewhere. They were out there and they wouldn't stop looking for her until they found her.

Problem was, she wasn't sure who they were. She pulled the tank top up and away from her waist and made a face at the bruising there. It was in the perfect shape of a hand, but she couldn't remember how it had happened.

She couldn't remember a lot of things, actually.

[[OOC: For the man of the house]]

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Savannah pulled her tank top over her head to reveal the hand prints on her stomach, side and sternum.

"I woke up with them."

Edited Date: 2008-10-12 03:44 am (UTC)

"Holy shit!"

Oh no way. No fucking way was someone going to touch her.

Johnny got hot. Way hot. Except... not.

He didn't know that he's lost his power.

She nodded. "I'm so scared. I don't know who tried to kill me, Johnny and I didn't know what to do... and then you found me."

"I did, yes," he said, wondering why he didn't really remember that part. Uh.

"I'll protect you."

That's okay. She remembered. Sorta.

"I know you will." She gave him soft eyes. "You're a super hero."

A superhero that was becoming slightly suspicious.

It was an... odd feeling.

"What is the last thing you remember?"

Savannah thought hard, her eyes full of shadows.

"My phone."

"Your phone?"

Her forehead wrinkled beautifully. "My phone rang... it rang, startling me and then..."

"Did... you answer it?"

She was silent and tried for a moment to remember what happened. "I... I think I did."

...and?" he was trying to be patient here, really.

"I... there was pain and..." Savannah burst into tears. Tears were pouring down her face, but amazingly, her mascara did not run.

"I don't know!" She sobbed, her face in her hands. "I don't know what happened."

Edited Date: 2008-10-12 05:17 am (UTC)

Her tears were so... glistening too. It was amazing.

"Shh. It's alright, we'll take care of it. I will take care of it."

Johnny was going to kill someone. Or someones.