I slowly open my eyes and look around. I don't remember my room being gray and having a steel door. The room is empty except for the bed I'm on and the lamp on the table beside me.

I can't remember anything that happened in the last day or two. I sit up and wince. It feels like I've been hit upside the head with a brick. I wouldn't even wish this pain on my worst enemy.......oh wait, yes, yes I would.

"Where am I?" I mutter to myself.

Hear a rustling noise like someone is trying to open the door. I flop back down and close my eyes, pretending to be asleep. The door opens and I hear footsteps. I hear a noise like a bag being opened.

What are they doing? I feel a sharp pain in my thigh and wince. I pray they didn't notice that. I hear some more rustling and the door shutting.

I snap open my eyes and sit up. Wincing I look down at my thigh and I see a bandage. I lift it up and see a hole and a bunch of blood. HOLY SHIT THEY ARE TAKING MY BLOOD!!!!!!

I try to get off the bed but I can't. It feels like someone is blocking the edge of the bed. I place my hand over the bed but a blue faded wall appears. A force field? Is that even possible? What is going on? I push against the wall and I slam back into the bed.

What the actual fuck is happening?! I need to find a way out of this place. I try to sit up to give it one more try but an electrical current runs through my body and knocks me back down. I try getting up but all my strength leaves me and I can't move.

"Need. To. Escape. Someone. Help. Me." I can barely talk. It feels like someone is sucking the energy right out of me. I hear the door creak open.

"Oh poor pathetic Sydney. No one can help you, no one can hear your little pathetic pleas for help. Your never gonna escape alive, darling." The unknown voice says.

I turn my head using the rest of my energy to see who it is. I see a man with razor sharp teeth, white eyes, and a beard. "Who. Are. You?" I manage to choke out.

"Im Hades, and Im your worst nightmare." Hades says, with a sinister smile on his face. He stalks closer and closer until I can see his glowing white eyes clear as day. He takes his hand and strokes my face with his claws, no doubt leaving marks.

He tilts his face and smiles like he won the lottery. His razor sharp teeth piercing his lip drawing blood, but that seems to be the least of his worries.

"What do you want from me?" I cough out, gaining a little of my strength back.

"What do I want from you? Darling, I want..you. Your power," he looks me up and down and I sudder, "your body....your death.", Hades says, that sinister smile still on his face. He looks like the joker with that smile on his face and blood dripping from his lips where his teeth dig into his skin.

I stare at the blood on his lip and watch it drip onto my shirt, the blood seeping through the cotton material. I look into his white eyes.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul, but I don't think this man has a soul because I see nothing. Looking into his eyes is like looking into a sea of white and trying to see what he is feeling is like grasping for something that you know isn't there.