SPECIES- Marcus

ESCAPE

Marcus stood up, looking at Roman's lifeless body. He breathed angrily through clenched teeth. He glanced around. Roman's men had lowered their weapons and stood motionless. Marcus lifted his gaze, observing their grim expressions.

"Max!" he shouted. Max approached and handed him a pistol.

"Where is Lucien?" he thundered, pointing the gun at the nearest of Roman's men. "Start talking, or I'll kill you all one by one!"

Suddenly, something cut through him. He staggered and clutched his chest. He fell to one knee. Gabriel hurried towards him, grabbing his elbow to prevent him from falling. His breathing accelerated rapidly. A wave of warmth washed over his entire body, like a gentle electric shock.

"Marcus, look at me!" Gabriel yelled. Marcus turned his head and looked at his brother. The smile that appeared on his face could be described as pure joy. Gabriel looked at him puzzled.

"I feel her," he said with a smile, "and I know where I can find her!"

Sabrina abruptly opened her eyes. The hope that filled her was indescribable. The gears in her head began to spin rapidly.

"How can I free myself? Think, Sabrina, think..." She looked at her hand. "If only I could partially transform." She hadn't done it since childhood, but then she remembered her brother.

"That's not fair, Sebastian, you're cheating!"

"How am I cheating if I used my claws?"

"Because I don't know how to retract them."

"Ha, ha, ha... but you're not retracting them, silly. You have to imagine them and try to partially reshape your hand."

With her eyes narrowed, she concentrated. She focused her thoughts on her hand. "Claws," she thought. "I need claws!" She closed her eyes tighter, directing her thoughts. Suddenly, there was a slight crackling of bones, and long claws grew from her fingers. A smile appeared on her face. With a rough wrist movement, she managed to cut the silk ribbon. Shortly after, she freed her other hand, and then her ankles.

She jumped off the bed, and approached the window. She pulled apart the dark curtains. Cold morning light flooded the room. She turned and looked at the door. She locked it. "He won't hold her for long," she thought.

Quietly, like a mouse, she slowly opened the window. "Oh my God," she thought, seeing the scene in front of her. She was in an unfamiliar village with only a few houses, in the attic of an older building. It looked deserted. She looked down. "It's high." She opened the window wide. She quickly climbed up, holding onto the inner window frame with her left hand. "The roof isn't far." She extended her right leg outside, maintaining her balance, trying to see something to grab onto. The tiles were old and worn, but the stone ledge looked promising. "You've endured for so many years, endure a little longer," she thought to herself. She stood on the lower window frame with both legs, heels outward. While still holding onto the upper window frame with her left hand, she lifted herself onto her toes, managing to grab the stone ledge with her right hand. She didn't have enough strength to lift her entire weight. "Just need to pull up a little," she thought. Slowly but surely, she lifted herself with her right hand, while pushing herself up with her legs against the sides of the window, like a climber. When her feet reached halfway up the window, she managed to pull her left arm out and grab onto the stone ledge. When her hips were level with the upper edge of the window, she smiled. "I'm going to make it. Just a little more, and I'll be on the roof." She reached out with her hands, grabbing onto the old tiles. Suddenly, she heard a snap.