KCH (Kids Clubhouse) Story Submission

Chapter 5

According to the map which Hannah had been given, she had to walk through five small floors and one fairly large floor. There was no elevator, which made things a lot easier for her. 

Hannah had to go and check on the victims, but he didn't necessarily have to enter the room and see them. She could look through the window if she wished. 

She then had to prepare a mental condition report on each victim, and give it to higher officials. She also had to do regular checks on the locks on each door and make sure no victim had escaped.

Hannah prepared to go outside,

After preparing to go for guard duty, Hannah decided to go out. She started on the top most floor, knowing that climbing down was easier than climbing up.

Hannah took another glance at the screen which displayed every room except for hers.

After a moment, Hannah moved out of the room, with a new-found hope. She took in a breath, wished Russel good luck, and moved out of the room, to the top floor.

Armed with her map and taser, Hannah trudged her way upstairs, mentally cursing about how these metal stairs were just too steep to climb. As she climbed every step, a part of her felt heavier, like it was on the verge of collapsing.

Hannah knew that she couldn't physically manage to complete his guard work without collapsing once, but the possibility of escape and freedom gave her the strength to take one more step onwards, or in Hannah's case, upwards.

After 30 minutes or so, Hannah finally managed to climb up the stairs. She was sweating, holding onto the stair rails to prevent herself from falling down the stairs. 

Hannah went on, dragging her body towards the first victim's room. He peeped through the window in the door to check on the guy inside.

The victim was sitting on the floor, staring at the wall, and banging his fist against his head

Hannah took another moments look at him and wrote down on the sheet.
Cell 1: Mentally disturbed

As she progressed, Hannah noticed the swaying motion again. Hannah decided to ignore it again, blaming her tired brain for losing its orientation.

Hannah took a few steps forward and she stopped for a moment, shook her head hard, and took long and forced steps forward.

In Cell 2, the man was banging his head on the wall ferociously. Hannah could see splatters of blood on the wall and on the floor.

Cell 2: Mentally disturbed. Physically injured, needs medical assistance.

Hannah thought of trying to help the man inside, but the room was locked, and she didn't have any keys, so she just moved on.

Just then, she fell forward towards the wall in front of her, and he hit her shoulder on the wall. Her shoulder screamed in protest against the cold metal. She grabbed her shoulder and held in her urge to scream. She didn't want anyone finding her outside her cell.

After getting up, Hannah took out his small map. According to it, she had to walk to Cell 3 backwards, or else the camera would notice her face.

Now, Hannah didn't know whether seeing her on the camera, or a person walking backwards would be more suspicious.

She took another look at the map again. Finally, she decided to go the long way. If she went all the way back, going past Cell 6, she might just get away without having to show her face.

After stumbling around for ten minutes, she finally found her balance. Taking another breather, Hannah went around the floor cautiously, making sure no one caught her by surprise. But her hushed breathing and tiptoeing steps didn't help much with the 'Unsuspicious Hannah' look.

After checking around, confident that no one was there to see her, Hannah let her guard down. She walked towards Cell 3 and peeped through the window, well, if she could have.

The window was scratched, so much that its purpose was defeated. The blood stains here and there didn't give much of a positive outlook to Hannah.

Hannah tried to see if there was any other way to check on the person inside. The map said that there was only one window, the one before Hannah right now.

Hannah decided to leave this cell.

Cell 3: N/A

Hannah finished all of the rooms on the top floor in about 40 minutes. Hannah proceeded towards the stairs. She took the first step down, then the second, then the third... Then fell down the stairs, hitting her head on the wall.

But something else caught Hannah. She still felt that swaying motion. She was sure this time it wasn't just her. 

She looked around, trying to figure out where she might be. She looked up, seeing a small window above her.

Hannah removed her taser from her belt, climbed back up on the bottom stair, and jumped off of it, pushing her legs from the bottom stair. Her fingertips barely reached the window. She pulled herself up a bit more, just enough to peep over the edge.

Hannah looked out the window, and immediately fell back down. But she didn't fall down because her fingers gave way. She fell down out of shock.

She tried to think of other possible reasons to explain what she just saw now.

'No... no no no... this can't be possible, I must be hallucinating!' She though, sitting on the floor and panicking.

But Hannah knew very well that what she had seen was where she had really been kept.

Hannah was at sea.