I woke to the sounds of a door being locked, followed by heavy footsteps up a set of stairs. Apparently this idiot has absolutely no idea who he's messing with. Earlier on, in the car, I wouldn't have been able to teleport out because of the metal body, but now that I'm in a musty ol' basement, it's just a matter of figuring out where I am, and then pinpointing a location. I pulled my tablet from my backpack, and opened the GPS, which responded with a light "ding!".
Oops. Probably shouldn't be making too much noise. I turned the volume all the way down, and refocused on my location.
Of which happened to be unavailable due to me being in a basement.
I tried using network location instead. Once again, nothing. This guy must've lined his entire floor with aluminum foil or something, 'cause I'm not getting any signal. Not even the radio app detects anything besides static.
Sooo... I guess I'm trapped in a basement. Lucky me that I'm not actually human. If that guy comes back down without pants then he's in for a surprise.
And by surprise, I mean that his face is gonna be whacked off by the tiny unicorn with a chunk of concrete. Either that or my backpack full of lab equipment and textbooks is gonna pelt him.
Oh yeah, and my pneumatic high power water gun. Yeah. I've got this.
Now time to play the "weak kidnapped kid" role.
"Hello?" I cried weakly as I knocked the door, "Anybody there? Let me out! I'm hungry!"
There was silence at first, but I heard the sound of footsteps draw closer. I made sure to keep my illusion on, and 'cower' in the corner. At this point, I don't even know why I'm baiting this guy so hard anymore. He's not even a threat to me, and I'm still messing with him.
But meh. I'm bored.
He unlocked the door, and slowly came down the stairs. Good, he's still got clothes on.
"Whaddya want, laddy?" He grunted, tossing a pack of crackers at me, "I'm waitin' for that ransom pay from your old man and the PD."
I smiled sinisterly. "Oh, it's not what I want."
He took a step forward. "What ya sayin' to me, missy?"
I smirked. "Oh, I'm just gonna say that you'll be wanting to call the hospital for an early pick-up."
He raised a brow. "HA, you? And how are ya gonna even leave a scratch on me?"
I dropped the disguise and lit my horn. "Care for some scorch marks?" I asked slyly, forming a fireball from congregated dust.
The guy who was supposedly holding me for ransom jerked back. "WHAT ARE YOU?!" he cried, pulling a gun from a previously unnoticed holster, "WHAT DO YA WANT FROM ME?!"
I shrugged, dropping the fireball onto the concrete, where it promptly extinguished with a puff. "Me? I'd like it if you just let me out, turn yourself in, and drop the gun."
He raised the gun at me shakily. "WITCH!" He shouted, "I KNEW IT! I KNEW THERE WERE WITCHES ON THIS EVIL PLANET! WIIIITCH!"
My blood ran cold. I could die right here, right now. This guy was losing it quickly, however. I might be able to bend him even more.
I raised a barrier around me by levitating the oxygen molecules, holding them in place. I wouldn't be able to run without dropping the shield, and if I drop it, I might get a bullet to the brain.
So instead, I continued trolling.
"Ah, so you think I'm a witch?" I asked, mentally focusing on the image of a storybook witch.
I quickly shifted to the form of said witch, complete with the green skin and pupil. "Is this witchy enough for you?" I asked, before further altering my image to that of a young girl with a broomstick. "Or do you prefer anime?"
"STOP IT!" He yelled, his body trembling with fear, "JUST... STOP!"
I dropped the illusion, reappearing as my human self.
"Y'know, it's funny how a grown man is afraid of a filly such as myself. Even funnier is the fact that you don't even realize what's going on behind you."
Right as he turned, a SWAT officer stepped down the final stair, eyeing him fiercely.
Yup. I secretly dialed Delmar, who then triangulated my position and alerted the cops. I wonder if the one this guy knocked out is still sleeping on the pooper?