Heaven And Earth (Mihawk X Reader)

The Great Escape

You silently cursed your luck.

It was only a matter of time until they realized you'd made your disappearance, you just wished it would've taken a bit longer, you were almost at the exit.

Marines scrambled as the alarm was raised, lights around the well guarded building flashed while the overhead sirens blared. You huddled closer to the barrels messily stacked by the side of one of the many tents sprawled out in the area. They fanned out from the front of the building and dotted the landscape within the walled in area. You were going to have to use them for cover to reach the wall.

It was made of solid, thick stone and looked to reach about seven or eight feet tall, too tall for you to simply jump over in your state. But that wasn't to say you couldn't find a different way over.

You were weak from your imprisonment, from time spent inside for so long, undergoing so called treatments and tourtures you didn't dare dwell on right now. You shuddered at the thought of having to go back in there, having to spend another minute in that hell hole.

"Check the perimeter!"

"Don't kill her, the doctor wants her alive!"

More shouts followed as the marines began to fan out. You could see flashes of uniforms and rifles, each one closer than the last. If you stayed put, they'd find you.

You slid along the edge of the tent and peeked around the other side. While the men were making a big fuss about watching the walls, you didn't see anyone moving in that direction from where you were. There was a handful of tents sporadically placed between you and the nearest portion wall. If you could get to it, you could muster the strength to find a way over.

You dug your bare toes into the grass and when the coast was clear, you shot across the small space of clearing to the next tent. You ducked inside just in time to avoid the thunderous footsteps of a group of men running past in their frenzy to find you.

The tent you were in was just like all the others, made of a thick, dismal, grey canvas with the marine symbol painted on both sides facing outward. Inside, was three sleeping bags, made of either very similar or the exact same material as the tent itself. The space was small and if someone looked inside, they'd find you without a doubt.

You dropped to your belly and shimmied to the back of the tent, lifting the bottom just enough to peer outside. Boots sped past in a flurry periodically but with big enough pauses that if you timed it right, you could get inside the next one without being spotted. But it had to be done quick. If you took too long, security would only get tighter and escape would, without a doubt, become impossible.

When you saw your chance, you wiggled out from underneath the tent and stumbled to your feet to skid into the next one. You fell to muffled panting when you were inside, once again safe from being spotted. And when you caught your breath, you continued with the same method; belly crawl to make sure the coast was clear and then practically throw yourself into the next tent. Your sad excuse of clothes were soon stained with green and in an even more sorry state than before but it didn't matter, not when your freedom was so close.

Soon enough, you were at the last tent, the wall only a few short feet away from you. Marines were often darting in and out between the tents, glancing at the length of the wall so as not to miss the temporary base's most prized possession. You didn't envy the punishment they were going to receive for letting you slip away, the one project Dr.Vegapunk, with all his morality, wouldn't dare involve himself with but another marine scientist had no qualms doing so.

A golden opportunity presented itself when it quieted down around you. Voices and the sirens could still be heard in the distance but nothing was close to your position. You had time to get yourself over the wall and out of the base.

You crawled out from under the tent quickly and sprang to your feet, forcing your tired, aching muscles to move. Your palms touched the sun warmed stone and you smiled. Almost there.

After a couple, fast, deep breaths, you snapped your fingers and began to work your magic. You could feel the immediate flow of energy. It started at your center and reached out to your limbs, taking more from the entirety of your body before it all moved downward, like a tree extending through its roots. You felt the energy deep into the ground, which greedily accepted it in return, oblivious to what you'd request of it.

Your body slumped forward in exhaustion. Giving what little you had left was your only ticket out of here but it didn't make it any less draining. At least you'd finished your part of the exchange. The earth took your energy and in return, it'd do what you needed it to, without question.

The ground shifted as roots spilled out and up from the surface, steadily growing and thickening out as you beckoned them closer. They slithered under your feet, large and sturdy enough to boost you up. They ascended slowly, functioning on just enough of your energy to move but not quite at the desired pace. They had you about halfway up when the shouting took a different tone, one you'd been dreading.

A single marine stood some distance off, pointing at you while yelling for reinforcements. More voices joined his as men began to gather, alerted to your position. You hurriedly pressed your palms to the rough roots, forcing more of your energy through them and quickening their pace. You looked over your shoulder to see the marine grab at his rifle, watched it fall into his practiced hands and rest against his shoulder. His head fell, cheek resting on the butt while he looked down the sight at you.

And then he hesitated.

Men yelled at him to take the shot, to aim for an arm, a leg, anything that would incapacitate and drop you.

But he still hesitated. His eyes met your desperate ones and he held your stare with a discontent frown. He had to be a new recruit, one who had only just seen the horrors you'd already endured here. And because of that, he hadn't gained the callousness his companions had, but rather still pitied you. He still had a heart.

His gun tilted downward in defeat and you cried out in excitement when you were finally able to lift yourself up and over the wall to tumble to the ground below on the opposite side. An act of momentary kindness had been your saving grace. It was a mistake on his part, you were sure he'd suffer greatly for it. But you still whispered words of gratitude as you forced yourself to your feet once again.

The hard part was over but the real escape had just begun.

You stumbled to you feet, willing yourself forward, and ran.