CHAPTER 2:
THE DEVIL & MISS JONZE
Amber whimpered as she picked her head up off the floor. Her muscles groaning, she shakily pushed herself up into a kneeling position and tried to rub the cobwebs out of her eyes as she struggled to think through her pounding headache. Collecting herself, the young heroine took in her surroundings and found that she was surrounded by some sort of clear globe perhaps ten feet in diameter -- like waking up inside a crystal ball. Gingerly standing up Amber stumbled a few feet to lean heavily against the glass wall. Save for the powerful overhead lights illuminating the orb the room outside was pitch black. Brushing a shock of golden hair out of her eyes, Amber squinted as she peered into the darkness for any signs of life.
"H-hello?" she called meekly, "Dixie? Violet? Is...is anyone there...?"
With the faint echo of her own voice as her only reply, Amber stood there dumbly for a moment as she warily plotted her next move. Balling her hands into fists the heroine reared back to punch a hole in the crystal ball that contained her before a voice from the darkness stopped her short;
"I wouldn't bother..."
A tall, waifish woman stepped out of the shadows wearing a black pantsuit with plunging neckline, her heels click-clacking on the steel floor. Long black latex gloves ran up her arms to disappear beneath the short sleeves of her jacket and her neck was adorned with a necklace set with diamonds and emeralds. Brushing her brunette locks behind her ear to reveal the proud angular features of her face, she was practically glowing as she smiled smugly though ruby red lips.
"Your cell is made of refined diamentium" she said in a posh British accent, "a malleable crystalline compound...but quite unbreakable in it's solid state."