"Ha ha. No. We're all going. Who knows if she is held hostage by psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers, who are waiting for us to come so that they can throw their ninja-star blades on us. Or slice us in a clean half from our waist in one...
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ADELAIDE
My fingers fiddle with Chuck's bracelet while I stare at the ceiling, waiting for Teresa to sleep.
Once I hear her breath even out, I quietly slip out of the bed and arrange my pillows to make a shape of a human body and cover it with the quilt. I tiptoe to the door and twist the knob.
It's locked.
I slip my finger into my undergarment and fish out a hairpin. Keeping an eye on a sleeping Teresa, I quickly work my way and finally unlock the door. I slither out of the room and softly close the door.
I look down the hallway. Both side clear. The hallway was fully whitewashed- like the rooms and hallways. I notice the small CCTV camera down the corner. Knowing that I don't have much time before someone notices me, I briskly walk, trying to find something about the place.
I make a mental list that feels wrong about this place as I walk.
One: That worker-guard incident
Two: Their arrival just after we find a way out of the Maze.
Three: They know my size.
A doctor walks towards a room from down the hallway. His gaze is fixated on the clipboard in one of his hand, while his other hand holds a ID card above a scanner. The door slides open and he enters the room.
I relax my tense posture and roll my shoulders. Reaching my wrist, I pull out the hair tie and pretend to tie my hair, pouring all the concentration in my task.
I don't glance up or slow down.
A shoulder collides roughly with mine. Getting knocked all my breath away, I gasp and look upwards, wide-eyed.
"Oh, I'm so sorry miss." The short doctor splutters for a second. Her eyes are wide before they crunch into an accusing glare. "You are one of the rescued kids! What are you doing here?" her voice is sharp and stern.
I blink, masking my face to an innocence. "I, uh-I needed to go to the bathroom."
"They have bathrooms in the room they assigned."
I smirk inwardly. I'm a pathological liar, darling. You can't win.
Keeping my innocent façade and wide eyed, damsel in distresses act, I shiver slightly before speaking. "Yeah, but my friend is using it and she likes long bath but I have a bad stomach bug. I just can't wait."
The doctor glares at me for a second before signing. "Come, I'll show you to the bathroom."
"Thank you so much, miss."
She leads me to the bathroom and I enter. I wait for a moment. I count till ten, then twenty.
I slightly open the door and peek my eyes out. "Miss?" I feebly call her.
"What?"
"Do-do you have... sanitary napkins?"
She fully turns and steps closer to the door. She opens her mouth to speak but I harshly yank her in.
She struggles to get out of my grip. I grab her by the back of her neck and smash her head against the tilled walls.
She collapses, rendered unconscious, immediately.
I quickly shrug off her coat and ID.
After shoving her in one of the toilet cubicle and locking the door from outside, I emerge out of the bathroom.
Relaxing myself, I strut confidently down the hallways as I read the placards over each door.
A few of the doctors flash a smile to me which I return politely.
Most of the rooms have placards that have different kinds of testing written on them, but one catches my eye. It sends a chill running down my spine, cementing my bones with frost.
Project Prime
"I created you, you know. I made you what you are. I PUSHED YOU TO YOUR APEX!" the man slammed his hands on the metal bed and the girl gasped, flinching away. Any sign of authority that she managed in her, vanished in a poof.
"YOU DO NOT MESS WITH ME! YOU DON NOT FUCK WITH ME!" the man grasped her hair in a fist and yanked it back. The girl screamed, her scalp burning with pain, tears streaming down her eyes.
"I just wanted you to obey me, and what do you give?" the man purred, his nose brushing her neck.
I blink myself our of my stupor and look around the hallway. The hallway is a but scarcer now, not much doctors or other people in sight. I make a mental note of where everyone's gazes are.
Making sure that none of them are on me, I inch closer to the locked door and swipe the ID card down the scanner.
My heart beats against my ribs as I wait for a small approving click. My eyes scout everywhere, keeping eyes on every moving thing.
Soon, it's music to my ears. I hardly wait for a second. I immediately push the door and propel myself into an unwelcoming darkness.
