Audacious

Preface

I am brave. My leg stings with excruciating pain and it causes me to wince. I am lying in Sector 1's East Room on the blue tiled floor. I can't breathe, and I can't find Jace. I do not surrender. I am not a coward. I fight for what I believe in.
I slide my numb body over to the black and blue pistol that Nivea dropped and shoot the chain that is squeezing my ankle. I am free and I get up with a struggle and almost fall back down again as I limp toward the door. I'm almost there. I slide the pistol into the back pocket of my dark blue, loose, Sector 5 pants. The air is thick with smoke, causing me to cough like crazy. All around me I see smoke and fire, engulfing the walls that surround me. My head spins but I reposition myself, readying myself for my next challenge. In the corner of my eye I see a tall muscular figure in a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans. Jace. I scream his name but he does not hear me. My ears are ringing from all of the bombs and guns firing. I reach my hand out as if to grab Jace but he is too far away. His long dark nose fits perfectly on his narrow face and his lower lip puckers with a cut through the middle. His dark brown eyes glisten with worry. He is looking for me. I cry for him but my voice is strained so I run after him instead. Or at least try to anyways.
The world lowers beneath me, my legs have given in. The dart that Nivea shot me with made my legs weak and hurtful."I can't give up,"I murmur to myself trying to motivate myself to get up and chase after him. To get out. But my eyes start to go black in the corners until I can't see anything but darkness. I get lightheaded and everything slips away from me. I've passed out. In the middle of a bombing. How stupid.