Subject 3033...(BWAM, Sci-fi Romance, 18+)

Chapter Four

I halt dead in my tracks, take notice of the slowly-approaching  completely-oblivious guard. So, I press myself further into the walls, further into the shadows, hoping, praying that I should not draw any attention to my concealed self. The guard -clad in heavy gear- stands stationary right before the doors leading into one of the experiment chambers, his back facing upon me. He nods at something spoken to him via earpiece, makes no attempts to leave. It's as though he thinks to himself.

No chance I should be able to make it past his buff figure unnoticed, none at all. So, I opt for the only other option; slaughter. Quietly, discreetly, with a lot of mastered caution, I tread behind him, slither arm about his neck, ram foot into the back of his kneecap and constrict his air passage with all my might before plunging dagger deeply into his ribcage. And instantaneously, man is rendered dead.

Drawing back, I grab hold of his ray gun, strap it against my body and dart further down the halls. Just as I am about to take a sharp turn, a trio of men dressed in army gear tread in my direction. Thus, I fall back, back away slowly, silently, prepare to fire. And as they round the corner, I grab opportunity to ambush -slice right through one man's abdomen, turn fluidly and toss dagger right into second man's forehead, right between those fear-stricken eyes.

Third man aims his gun at me whilst barking orders like some deranged lunatic.
"Arms where I can see them, Subject 3033," he bellows but I sit put.
Thing is, much as he'd like to take my life right in this moment, he simply cannot. Siobhan would have his head for directly infringing stipulated law.

So instead, in his blind rage I aim my own gun in his direction, press the trigger, observe with concealed disgust as the gamma ray drills one horrid hole right through his chest cavity. And the redness dribbles down one corner of his mouth and from open gashing wound just as his knees kiss marble grounds.

I move past him, pull dagger from dead man's skull with single thought poking at the front of my mind -I need to find that chamber and yet I am running out of time! I lift and straighten myself, look to my left then my right before I take notice of the elevators. If at all I were to use the elevators, it would be far easier for them to ambush me in the lower floors. Thus, I sprint down a different set of corridors, ones far more isolated, far more neglected.

By the time my feet caress the lowest floors of the colossal building, my limbs scream and plead that I should halt in my moves. But much as the idea is one tempting, one that I nearly give into, I coerce myself -heart and mind- to push forward. I press myself to the walls, tread and tread until I come upon the sight of even more soldiers armed to the teeth pacing back and forth on the floors I'm about to take.

Some strap ray guns to their frames, others carry large canisters labelled 'hazardous gas' to the elevator doors.
And whilst I continue to observe behind wall, arm sneakily snakes my neck from behind, holds me firmly in position despite my futile attempts to break free.
"Do not move," comes the gruff tone that whispers lowly into my ear.

Still, I swing head back, slam the back of my skull into assailants nosal cavity causing their grip to falter and ultimately loosen. I turn, and in one calculated motion, plunge the blade of silvery weapon into man's eye socket. I retrieve the dagger, hastily spin and burrow it firmly into approaching woman's windpipe, thus causing her to stumble a couple of steps back and thud into marble floors.

I jolt in the direction of unarmed man who now glares upon me poisonously whilst he works to strap ray gun to his body. Leaping midair, I wrap lower limbs around his neck and effectively constrict with all my might. And as man thrushes and rams fists painfully and repetitively into the spine of my backside, I take aim of yet another soldier and slice right through his left leg -completely detaching limb from figure.

It is times like this -rare as they come- that have me thanking my creators for the relentless combat sessions they'd afforded me from when I was only one hundred and thirty two months old. Three ray guns aim at me all at once. Three pairs of eyes glower upon me acidly. Yet my grip around dying soldier's neck does not loosen till his back and my feet simultaneously kiss the grounds.

"You cannot kill me. Siobhan would hunt you down, execute you like the dogs you are," I taunt, I mock as I lift  off of limp body with arms raised in fake surrender.
One of them -a redhead woman with a pretty set of eyes- pulls her trigger without thought. And from her actions comes the sudden grotesque slash on the right side of my abdomen, a slit so deeply embedded it sobs a scarlet that drenches the white of my garment.

My palm clutches wound as I double over and groan lowly to myself. One droplet, three droplets, five droplets of crimson upon the marble. I swallow the bitter bile that scalds my oesophagus. I blink those stupid little tears that burn my vision.
"You will come with us without resist," comes her voice that booms and bounces off halls and walls.

Oh, it stings so painfully, so so painfully that I chuckle to myself and shake my head from left to right to left to right again. The sound of booted feet infiltrate my ears, and I count the hefty steps as they continue to approach. Two, four, six, silence. Eery quiet. Despite the agony, despite the horrid hurt, I lift myself to gaze upon scene. Three dead bodies gutted and sprawled against the floors. One nurse -the one from earlier who'd lent me a pin and my dagger- clutching a gun far larger than my own.

Once our eyes clash and hold, she nods her head frantically, motions for me to move on. A few more seconds worth a glance I afford her, then I turn -out of breath- and dart towards the gear store. There, I reach for the gas mask sat atop a shelf, strap it on, reach for a pair of leathery boots, slap them on, then exit the chamber and jolt towards the front glass doors. Sparing one final glance at my savior, I find that the woman's vanished. It's as though she'd never been there in the first place.

Outside, my feet hit the wet slippery grounds with loud splatters as the rains pour heavily and caress my exposed flesh. The hospital garment clings to my body like a second skin as I run on feeble knees -unwilling to look back at the prison they'd forced me to call home. For the briefest of seconds, I halt in my movements, take notice of the numerous bodies sprawled and littered all about the streets.

The air is dense with death, with persons crawling against wet grounds groaning and grunting as the scarlet oozes from their nostrils, their eyes and mouths. The sight of it all is gruesome, grotesque, appalling. It pushes me forward despite the frailty that begins to rear it's ugly head. After sprinting past numerous lifeless bodies and combusting automobiles and vibrating drones and smoky skies, I make it up to a dense forest of gradually dying trees.

On my knees, I fall, hopeless, fragile, helpless. The tears leak and cascade down my cheeks. The waters of the rains trickle and roll down my hairs and down my temples and down the small of my back. This is not how I'd painted the world to look like, this is not how I envisioned the firs and the yews, the oaks and cedars would look like. The people are gradually slipping and there is little I can do to save them from the cold embrace of demise.

I gaze upon the open wound on my right side, work to apply pressure upon it despite the ugly oozing of the red. Thunder rumbles and claps. Lightning flashes and spears through cloudy greyed skies. I spare the smoky earth one final glance, my hairs clinging to my face as I do. My vision blurs then dims then spins until my body gives in and falls forward, making contact with the damp earthen floors of destroyed forest. This must be it, my demise, my ultimate freedom...

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