When most people would whimper and beg, I fight to survive. It's always been that way. I was trained as an assassin. Being bound and gsgged isn't something I'm used to, nor will it be. I analyze my surroundings. White walls, clean tile floor, one door with a small wire enforced glass window, and a bunch of sliding curtains attached to the ceiling. 'Well this doesn't look like a hospital at all...' I muse in my head. I am waiting for something, anything to happen. Suspense is one of the most common enemies an assassin must evade. Though it shames me to admit it, not knowing who my captor were made me squirm where I sat. That must've been something they were waiting for.
"Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to come to." came a voice over the intercom. It was distortedin a sickening way. Technology is too advanced these days. Everything went quiet after the tell-tale click of a microphone button. Lucky for me, I didn't have to wait long for something to happen. Barely a minute later, a burly man with unnaturally bright red hair came whistling through the door. His nonchalance angered me. Mocking me, he was. He was armed enough for the task at hand. Just a twelve inch hunting knife to cut my bonds. And cut my bonds he did. He left me to fool with the gag. His job was done so he made to leave. Turning his back on me was the last straw. I ran, silent as ever, up behind him. As he put his hand on the doorknob, my hands found the familiar hold on the back of his neck and under his chin. One good twist was all it took. I am sly, powerful, and untamable. They don't call me the Maverick for nothin'...