Happily Trapped

13 | New Feeling

I blink slowly trying to figure out why my head feels foggy again. I felt find yesterday. I look around and notice I'm not in the room anymore. The fog in my mind clears a bit and what happened snaps me to attention. I try to move my arms and legs, but they seem to be tied down to the chair. Can I just wake up one day and not have something bad happen? I look around the room again and it looks like I'm in a storage facility and it looks to have been abandoned for a while. The person who kidnapped me had something on their hand that knocked me out since I know that I couldn't have pass out from lack of air yet. My guess Rohypnol since that is what it smelled like a bit and how fast I passed out plus the weakness I felt in my body seconds after inhaling. it all points to Rohypnol. I am now so happy Liam made me do that whole extra credit and made me do it on knock out drugs. That project was so brutal. The thing that is tying my hands must be ropes from how it feels. It does feel that tight. What an amateur mistake. I read all about getting out of handcuffs and ropes and chains already. After watching movies and seeing criminals get out of the handcuffs I had to learn. I thought it would be good to learn living in New York City. I tightened my wrist and flex and then try to change the angle and keep going it. I feel the ropes burn a bit, but I've been through worse. Thanks to my small wrists I don't have to do this for long. I slip out of the restraints. I exam my wrist and see nothing too bad. my cuts didn't even re-open. I bend over and begin to untie my legs. I got one leg free and then I hear a door open from in front of me. I don't look up since I am almost done with getting my second leg free.

"HEY, HE'S AWAKE AND GOT OUT THE ROPES! GET THE GUNS!" I hear a man say from where the door opened.

I get my leg free and stand up. I see a large pillar and run to hide behind it. I peak my head over and see the man looking at me. I see another man hand him a rifle. He points it at me, and I jerk my head behind the pillar again, so it doesn't get blowen up. Shots ring off. I hear more men shouting. I'm trapped. I look around where I am and see a metal pole and grab it holding it up against my chest. I hear them getting closer gun shots still ringing. There is a small pause to reload. I count 38 bullets from the first man that fired at me before he needs to reload. My heart is pounding. This isn't like a video game. I don't get another life after I'm shot dead. I need a plan and I need one fast. I see a shadow of a man approaching and when I see the head of his gun poking over to me. I swing the pole with everything I have, and I hear a bad creaking sound. I look and see I hit the man square in the head. I don't have time to celebrate I didn't just die since there is someone coming up from my other side. I grab the gun from the guy that has fallen and slam it over the head of the guy who was shooting from my other side about to shoot me right in the stomach. He crumbles to the ground. I hear the other men back away but still continue shooting. By their footsteps it sounds like they are going to box me in. I am so happy I watched all those mafia and crime movies Liam made me watch with him.

I see a guy from right run to a pillar nearby me. If he sticks his gone around, I have nowhere to hide. The window right in front of me is old so if I try to run through it I could but who knows how high up I am or what's out there. One of the other guys rolls behind the pillar on my left. He lets off a few shots at me. I hit the ground avoiding the shots. The other guy to my right has his gun coming around. If comes around I will be exposed on the floor. I crawl pushing my back to the pillar trying to get better cover. I hear the man right behind me getting closer. The room is silent, and I have one second to make a decision before I'm shot up with holes. It's now or never. I get up from the ground and run to the window. I crash through it with a jump. Gunshots go off and bullets graze by me from all angles but none actually hitting me. I don't feel any glass in my skin. It wasn't too far off the ground, so I land without breaking anything, but it was wobbly, so I fall straight on my face. I don't have time to think about what I could have hurt since I shoot to my feet running through allies trying to get away from the gunshots going off behind me and possible pursuers on my tail. I hit a fork between alleyways. I hear shooting from the left so I go right. I run right to a docking area. I see large shipping containers and what looks like the ocean. I can only remember seeing the ocean once in my life and that's when my mom took me to coney island that one time. The memories of that day play in my mind distracting me which doesn't let me see the guy coming from my right until the last min. I jump to the side. His knife slashing through the nightshirt. I am ruining perfectly good clothes that aren't even mine. I realize I still have the gun in my hand. I awkwardly aim it at him. He stops and that gives me enough time to turn and make a run for it.