Don't Look Back (Short Story)

Part One

A/N: I've been keeping you waiting for long enough. I'm doing this in parts 'kay? Dedicated to SleepyNinjaa (I'll do it properly once I've got a computer) Banner By Atrctic_Sky, formerly PortagasDMaria

I tensed, looking up at the tall building with a familiar sense of utter terror, biting it back down before approaching the glass door. There were so many different ways this could go wrong, and every one of them ended with imprisonment.

Or death. It could honestly go either way.
Pushing my thoughts aside, I swung the door open, careful to keep a smile on my face. I raked a hand through my hair upon entrance, a stupid and fake habit picked up by emulating those within the city walls whom could afford to relax. The role I had to play today was a middle-class teenager, looking to join the military. The military. Of all things, this was my last hope. My last and possibly fatal attempt to face my past.

What a messed up life I led.

I crossed the lobby silently, wary of those sitting in the lounge waiting for approval. One man shot me a dirty look as I walked towards the desk and gave a false name and birthdate before heading towards the elevator.

It was made of glass, like nearly everything in this accursed building, but that could be used to my advantage. Shattering glass would make a good distraction and provided a quick escape. As the capsule shot towards the third floor, It pleased me to find myself alone. When the elevator stopped, I stood there, hesitating to let the doors open.

For a brief second, a picture painted itself in my mind, regardless of my attempts to subdue it. 'You traitorous son of a-!'  I bit my lip, clenching my fingers together, hating myself. All I could do in effort to numb the pain shooting up my chest was grit my teeth. Some things haunt you forever. This was one of said things.

The cause for all my guilt came crashing down. I was about to meet a killer. Absolutely wonderful.

I began to sweat, terrified of the task in front of me. What if someone recognized me? What if I said something wrong? The thought of dying was less stressing than the thought of imprisonment. Even if someone had the slightest hunch, I was done for.

After years of relying on my instincts, I ignored them, and it was one of the most stupid things I'd done in my life.

Directly in front of the lift, was a long sturdy desk with a younger girl seated behind it. She was talking and laughing with one of the soldiers, and the way her voice bubbled made me sick.

"-you must be the most helpful women in this place. What do you say dinner, around eight tonight?" The smile apparent on the guard's face was more then obviously fake. I cursed quietly. What amazing luck I had, stumbling across an occurrence like this. Something was up, and it left me with a feeling of uneasiness.

Dammit, why me?

"So what do you say?"

Please don't be that stupid.

"Okay!" I nearly facepalmed. What a dumbass!

"Great!" The man tipped his cap to her and then jogged off, rounding the corner, disappearing from view. That is, for you.

I wasn't going to get involved in this.

Correction, I didn't want to get involved in this. Yet it was inevitable I guess. Someone with more power than I did put me through hell on earth, I was a pawn in a game with no outcome.
I stepped forward, noticing the remnants of pink still flushing the girl's cheeks. "Requested access to the office of General Lucan Black." I didn't even think of saying anything else.