Alone in a cold interrogation room, staring at my reflection in the mirrored glass. My face is dirty and my clothes are ripped and my secret haunts my mind.
The single light bulb hanging from the ceiling, gives the room a dim, yellow glow. A bang echoes through the room as the large metal door slides open. A man in a blue button down and a police badge hanging from his neck, slides out the metal chair from the other side of the table with an ear piercing shriek. He sits down, laying a file on the table. He opens it to reveal photos. Photos from different parts of history and I'm in every single one.
"I'm going to ask you some questions and you need to answer them." The man tells me.
I nod at him.
"Who are you Ms. Peters?"
"Well it seems you already know who I am. Elizabeth Peters. I'm 24 years old, born at midnight on December 31..."
He cuts me off.
"But I know that you are not . You are in this photo taken in 1845, 1939, 2004, 2078, and last year 3029. You are not 24 years but far, far older."
"I'll ask again. Who. Are. You." His voice rises with frustration.
"I'm a girl who wants to live a normal life, I want to know where you took my friends, I want you to stop asking questions with answers you already know. Do you want to know what I know? I know that you already know who I am, what I'm capable of, and how I am in every single one of those photos. You are just too scared to admit to yourself the truth."
He looks at me with anger pouring out of him. He closes the file to leave. I sit there with my leg bouncing on the ground. I need to get out of here and I need to find Abby and Charlie.
I groan. "Great. Why is it always me that has to get us out of these situations?" I whisper to myself.
I quickly stand up and before the officer has time to turn around I hit him over the head with my chair. I take the key card from his belt and hold it up in front of the scanner. A blue laser scans up and down on the card before I hear the loud click of the door unlocking. I quietly open the door and make my way down the hall. I make it to each door. Unlocking each one. Empty, empty, empty, Charlie.
"Hey." I lean in the doorway.
"Don't look at me like that." He says. "I was this close to getting the officer to let me go." He holds up his fingers, narrowing his pointer and thumb together until there is only a small space between them.
"That close huh? You made it further than last time." I smile.
It pushes me playfully. Slipping past me, into the hall.
Three rooms later we find Abby. We continue down the hall as silently as possible. But, red lights start to flash, followed by a blaring alarm and a voice.
"Code red. Escape in progress." The voice shouts.
"That's our que to leave." Abby says.
We rush down the halls, trying to make our footsteps as quiet as possible in the empty halls. A man appears around a corner and we come to a fast stop.
"Who's turn is it." Charlie breaths out.
"Not mine, I already hit a guy with a chair today." I tell them.
"Charlie it's your turn." Abby says to him.
"What why me?" He tries to defend himself.
"I did it last time."
He groans. Walking up to the man.
"Stop!" The man yells. "Or I will have no choice!" He brings out a gun and points it at Charlie.
Charlie keeps walking forward, unfazed by the site of the weapon. He keeps walking forward coming closer and closer to the officer.
"Stop!" He yells again, but this time he shoots.
Charlie falls to the ground. The Officer steps over him and comes closer to Abby and I.
"Put your hands up!" He yells, and we do.
I hear Charlie groan from behind the police officer. I smile and look at Abby, she looks back, a smile also on her face.
The officer whips his head around. At the noise. Charlie quickly grabs the gun from the man's hands and uses the butt of it to knock him out. Charlie stretches out.
"Ow." He groans.
"Stop complaining, you only got shot twice." I laugh.
"That's two too many."
"You can't die, remember? Your immortal." Abby adds.
"That doesn't mean I like being shot."
We continue out of the building only meeting with two more guards on our way out. We come out to a parking lot filled with different cars and trucks. We pick the one closest to us, quickly getting in. I get in the driver's seat and hold the card up to the scanner. Only moments later the car engine starts and I drive away as fast as possible.
We keep driving and driving. The sky begins to leak pinks and oranges, spilling night into the sky.
"How much further?" Charlie complains.
"How old are you?" Abby asks him.
"We're almost there." I tell them both.
We keep driving until I spot the small path forking off the road. I pull over the side of the road and park the car. We quickly and quietly trot down the dirt path into the woods. We walk deep into the forest, following our marked trees. Until, finally, we come up to the small cabin we hid deep into the growth of the leaves. Home.
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