Who: Jen Walters NPCs: Moonstone When: 8/22/11 Where: Secret Location What: Jen finally comes to, and things are bad. Rating: PG-13
Jen groaned, head swimming and stomach turning as she came to. She felt weak, drugged and battered, but more than all that, she felt confused. The last clear memory she had was of being in her office wondering if she wanted chicken salad for lunch, and now she was...here.
Wherever here was, it was dark, dirty and dank. The air had a stale mildewy smell. She started to sit up, heart jumping in her chest when a boot slammed her shoulder back down against the floor. "You're awake. I was starting to think I'd dosed you too much." Jen stared up at the blond, recognizing Karla Sofen after a moment. Her mouth opened to ask a question, but the other woman beat her to it. "It's interesting...seeing you from this angle."
She reached down, grabbing Jen by the throat and easily hefting her up. Jen struggled, trying to shake off the drugs enough to transform. "In all my dealings with you, I've noticed you have a bit of a hero complex--especially when it comes to your own fallibility." She dragged the lawyer across the floor, chucking her onto a decrepit old bench. It would have to serve for the therapist's couch. "Which, you have to admit, is ironic for someone born out of a near death experience and dumb luck. So I have to ask...do you have a death wish?"
Jen smirked. This woman was really starting to piss her off, which suited Jen just fine. She sat up, feeling a transformation begin. What she didn't count on was the ten ton punch from Sofen that followed. Was that cracking sound her skull? Oh God...
"I'll take that as a yes," Dr. Sofen murmured. Jen could barely hear her over the pain and ringing in her head. She could feel herself on the verge of blacking out. A whimper of pain escaped her lips. "Now let's talk about your father issues..."