Captured

"Fucking..." I muttered. Consciousness greeted me with the ability to feel and hear the blood pumping in my skull. I was in what seemed to be a queen bed. It was a nice bed. There were no visible tears in the blankets or sheets...Blankets. Someone had to have played mommy and tucked me in. Cute, considering they drugged me. I took in the surroundings. I was in a room that was divided into two. Each side of the room looked the same, save for the color. My side of the room had a bed, a chair, and a dresser. The other side of the room also had a bed, a chair, and a dresser. My side of the room was red, the other was light green. The dresser, the chair, the bed, and the bed's blankets all had different shades of the respective color. There was a window and a door right in between the two sides of the room. I tried the door. Locked. Well, that was expected. I flung the expensive blankets off of me and went over to the window, fighting the knives in my cranium. I saw a large cornfield. The window was flush with the ground. Whatever building or room that I was in was underground, in the middle of a cornfield. "Ohio?" I mused. I allowed myself a chuckle. I figured that if they wanted to kill me they would have done so already. However, because I was alive, they wanted something from me. But what do I have to offer? Ransom money? There were plenty of other people who had more money that would have been easier to kidnap. And, how had they put whatever that was into my fucking Snapple? This was bullshit. How was I supposed to know? I supposed I couldn't be so upset with myself. I turned back to the room and saw movement in light green bed. The blankets rose and fell in rhythmic motion; someone was in the bed. So my captor was interested in other people. Naturally, I was interested to see who it was. I walked up to the bed and checked it. A very light mocha-colored hand stuck out from under the covers. It was small and it's fingers were thin. It was a female's. It was all I could see of the figure. Having found out a general idea of who it was, I turned around to try and smash the window. I had just turned around when whoever was in the bed had flung herself up, out of the bed, and onto my back in a matter of moments. "Holy," I breathed. I felt a piece of cool plastic enter the right side of my neck, maybe a centimeter or so. That was no good. I reached behind me with both hands and grabbed the wrists of my attacker. I pulled forward and down hard in an attempt to fling her off. Before I could grab her wrists, whatever she stabbed me with before went through my right hand. "Ow, FUCK." I seethed. I succeeded in grabbing her wrists and flung her off of me, following through in the process. This sent her flying, right into the light green wall. She let out a a grunt of pain and collapsed to the floor. I had a brief moment to check what was in my hand. A fucking ballpoint pen. It was all the way through my hand. How the fuck had she made it get in? I pulled it out, leaving a hole in the center of my hand. I put my left hand awkwardly on the hole she had made in the right side of my neck, and the blood spilled over it. It trickled down my neck like a macabre river and the smell of iron assailed by nostrils. My opponent was staggering to her feet. "What's your fucking problem? I just woke up in this bed, same as you!" I hollered. "Ah... sorry." She replied, and fell like a sack of bricks back to the floor. I started laughing uncontrollably over how unfathomably stupid this all was. This, combined with the blood loss, caused the room to start spinning, and I, too, fell to the floor. I saw four people get through the door with short-barreled rifles. "Fuck you motherfuckers," I said, holding up two bloodied middle fingers in their general direction. I collapsed, unconscious.