One-shot #2

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Heist

Just 2 more minutes and this will be over. That was the last thing I heard as I was surrounded by golden chains and dragged across the cold wet wooden floor. Sweat slowly made its way down my cheek and dropped down my face and onto the floor.

Plop

Splash

Time suddenly stopped and everything around me came to a halt.

"Dear god what had I gotten myself into", I mumbled to myself.

This was supposed to be a simple recon mission. Get in and get out. I had been tasked with "Stealing" some highly classified hands of Mr. (y/n). He was currently being backed by the U.S government and had been fortifying the school with high-tech equipment that could be sold on the black market for millions of dollars that would all go back into the pockets of egotistical billionaires and their fancy mansions and superyachts.

I had been signed off for this mission a while ago and have been doing some research on him. He was the teacher and a creative writing club where they discussed different writing topics and wrote stories, novels, poems, etc that matched the theme or style of the prompt.

This week's prompt was to write and heist.

I rolled my eyes.

"How original"

So far from what I had gathered, he has a meeting with some of his supervisors for about 30 minutes every day except Tuesday. That would be my time to strike.

He had been a brilliant scientist at the forefront of medical pioneering and had led the way in a new medical era. However, he learned what could be fixed could also be broken. A new wave of enhanced humans had altered DNA. The perfect human with no flaws, no feelings, no personality.

I was the result of the genetic modification however there was a flaw and I was immediately sent to be executed by the other.

Creatures clothed in darkness, red eyes, and black pupils. Black ways and hunched back so if you got close enough it would tower over you. But when my day of death came nothing happened. All it did was put me in an all white room with a clock.

Tick

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I began to rock back and forth.

" Make it stop". I screamed.

Over and over. Hours became days and days became weeks and weeks became months and months became years. I never knew how long I was in there for but it must have been a long time because my hair now reached the floor when I started out with nothing and the color had changed from black to white.

The only name I had to know was the one the other adults had called me.

Rose

"Rose came with me. We need to take you away, It won't hurt. Just a pinch, You are doing great, We have to put you away because that's the rule". That's what I remembered from them.

The adults want us to trust them but more and more kids let them.

After a while of solitary confinement, I could finally leave. With the condition that I get Stampys' research and bring it back to them.

He was replaceable just like me.

So that's how I got into this mess.

At first, time appeared to have stopped but that was just all the stress that had happened so much in such a short time.

All I had to do was walk through the doors, up the stairs, go into his class and make it back without being killed by the security system or killer robots.

The first order of business was getting into the school. From what I had been told the school had a highly advanced system and could detect even the slightest change of movement.

This left me with the more gross option: The sewers

Most of the buildings in the area had been built over the sewers as a way of evacuation from the many wars that took place here.

They were bomb shelters supposedly. There was a nice and simple entrance that was close to the school so I went with that entrance. A flashlight in one hand and the other on the rusty ladder as I made my way down into the dimly lit sewer.

Wait a minute I thought to myself the only light coming through should be right above me so why was light inside.

My vision was surprisingly well in the dark to the point where I could see in total darkness so the flashlight was just some security.

I dropped the flashlight from my waist and watched as it fell but right as it fell it was sliced and diced into several large pieces as it fell from my waist.

Lazers

This was just a minor setback. I carefully made my way back down the ladder and onto the floor. This place is full of dead animals and sewage.

Carefully

Steady

Balanced

This was all I could think about as I made it across. 2 steps over from my left. Handstand split, and limbo. Jumping 3 feet was no easy task especially when you needed to land on your hand to stop from being cut in 2.

The further I went down the dimmer the lights got.

Now I was directly over his room. This took out the need to use the stairs or elevator. Maybe I wanted the element of surprise or shock.

I dug my fingers into the cement as I scaled my ways up the side of the sewers. At one point I was hanging just above his room by the skin on my fingers. Any mishap and I would have to wait a very long time before another opportunity showed up. I started swinging from my finger as I got my feet to touch the ceiling. Now I was hanging by my feet. I began to clay at the cement with my finger. Little by little. However, this was not fast enough so I switched from my hands to my feet. Kicking with my feet was twice as fast as before I knew it. I was right under his class on the first floor.

"Dam!"

I thought for sure that this led to his class but this was just a minor setback. I cooled my temper and made my way through to the stairs but before I could make it a small beeping noise became present from behind the door.

I dashed over to one side just as the door caught on fire and exploded sending flashed and ashes in every direction.

I fanned my hand over my face to wipe the smoke from my eyes.

........................ The end 


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