Escape

Chapter Eight

After her adrenaline had calmed and pulse had slowed, Olivia finally registered what was going on. She was confused as to what would happen next. That was until she realised her chance. She could avoid this disastrous consequence, she could be free. She had to take action. She had to escape.
First obstacle: steal bars that chained her down. Olivia was able ruin metal. All she had to do was let her touch deconstruct the particles. By now they should have rotted. That was odd. Olivia stared down at the metal.
She could do this. Her forehead creased and her eyes squinted, as all the focus should could possibly fathom was targeted toward the mysterious material.
Olivia stared at the ceiling and let out an exasperated breath. She inhaled, and could detect the scent of smoke floating freely in the air. Olivia turned back to her left wrist, and sure enough, the metal was burning. 30-40 seconds later the metal no longer existed.
Olivia sat up, getting used to to using her muscles again.
She walked to the door with little difficulty and peeked out. The corridor was full, though she didn't mind. Her chance was screaming at her to run. She looked back at the laboratory, before saying her final goodbyes and winging it.
Olivia ran down the crowded corridor, adrenaline pumping through her veins and her lungs burning, screaming for air. But Olivia would not slow. Behind her, she heard sirens blazing, signally the danger that was her. Most people ran away, cowardly. Others stayed, believing that they could stop her. She pitied them. Someone was nearing her. It was a man with blonde hair and a rough moustache. Sorrowfully, she reached out her hand and touched him on the forehead, and mouthed, "I'm sorry,".
Pain filled his eyes, and he dropped to the floor.
She ran on, taking a few turns, but knowing she wasn't going to make her way out of this.
Olivia felt someone else nearing her, and prepared herself to end someone else's timeline, when she looked up and saw him. The scientist. The man who went unnamed.
Before Olivia could do anything, he mouthed, "Follow me", before running ahead, only just insight.
She followed.