Maxum Lass

Chapter III

I head to my room. Unfortunately whoever bought all the furniture and etc. for this house didn't buy a suitcase. Hmm. I suppose I could break one of the bed's posts and use the bed sheets to make a rudimentary transport for my items. Outside of the house I'll probably be able to find something, but for now I'll have to stick with what is given. I go up to one of the bed posts and put both hand on it. Then I turn myself so I'm 90 degrees on the Z axis. I put both my feet on the post and kick. The wood doesn't even splinter or crack, it comes clean off. I pick it up and put it on the floor. I grab the bed sheets and spread it out on the floor. Okay, now I need to get the bare necessities plus some entertainment. I go to my dresser and take out all the drawers and dump the clothing on the floor. Looking at all the clothing and the amount of space that's going it's going to take up, I take half of it. A sweater, some long and short sleeve shirts, dresses, shorts and pants, as well as undergarments. Good, I should have enough clothing. I move to the kitchen.

I open the fridge. Not knowing how long I'll be without a fridge, I take only hard vegetables, which shouldn't spoil for a while and canned foods. I take a plastic bag and put the vegetables in it. I take a few hard fruits as well. From the freezer I take two loaves of bread. That should be good. I then take a water bottle and fill it with water from the fridge an put ice in it. Right I'm set for food. I go to the bathroom and take an unopened bar of soap, toothpaste, and a toothbrush. Hygiene check. Now finally, some books, including that empty purple book, which I figured out is a diary, a pencil and pencil sharpener and finally my violin, which luckily has a case. I spread out the bed sheet and put everything on it. Once I've arranged everything as desired, I grab two of the corners and hold them between my left index finger and thumb. I then grab the other corner and put it between my fingers. Then I grab the last corner and put in between my fingers. I hold the bag in my left hand and grab the bed post and clench it between my legs. I tie the bag to the bed post and out it down. Good, I have all I need and my violin. My only barrier is the door....

I mean of course the door is a barrier. It's principal function is to keep the cold out, or keep something out of a room... Or serve as way of privacy and discretion, with the example of a bedroom. Even with my superhuman strength will I be able to force it open? Is It utterly futile? Have I prepared to leave in vain? I answer myself after a spot of thinking with a simple: "No". I must escape, no I will escape. I will do all with in my power to escape and get to the outside world. leaving through the door is ideal, but the window is also an option. The question still remains. How to open the door. Even if I have superhuman strength, I don't know if I have rock hard bones, so ramming myself into the door might not be a good solution. I suppose I could just push really hard or kick. I knocked a wooden bed post clean off so this might work. I walk up to the door. I draw my left leg back like a arrow on a bowstring and kick. Right as my foot is about to make contact with the door it opens and my shoe instead makes contact with a security guard's chest....

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The man doesn't even have time to react. He goes flying, makes contact with other people behind him, thus as expected the kinetic energy is transferred, so the security guard and at least two people go flying to the end of the metal hallway and make a contact with the ground. Luckily the first two people probably had cushioned fall, but I hope I didn't break the third man's back. All this happens in probably about a second, but to me time seemed to slow down, like whenever you have one of those: "Oh !#$%" moments. I put my hands over my mouth and say under my breath: "Oh my god" many times. I waste no time grabbing my violin case and slinging it across my back, then picking up my make-shift bag and putting it on my shoulder. I walk out. I look behind me at the door leading into the only place I've ever known. In front of me, a foreign and metallic hallway leading into the unknown. I walk to where the men lay and feel their pulses. The first man is of course the security guard. He has ginger hair like mine and a clean shaven face. He looks to be a bit older than me. His pulse is going. My second unfortunate victim seems to be scientist, characterized by thick glasses with tape on the bridge of the glasses and a lab coat with a red bow-tie, a nerd. Like me. Good he has a pulse. My final victim is a huge man in similar attire to the ginger security guard. His pulse is going too. Just to make sure that no one suffocates, I pick up the ginger and the scientist and put them each down in a different part of the hallway. I also search them. The scientist has a keycard that says:"ChemiCorps". I take it. He probably doesn't need it, and if he does his employers will probably give him another one. On the ginger I find a can labeled "Tropicana Orange Juice". I take the Orange Juice and put it in a storage compartment on my violin case. I love Orange Juice. Absolutely delicious. On the both of them I find Wes 99 pistols. I take the pistols and crush them in my hands. I've never liked guns. Their inhumane. Especially Sniper Rifles. All you need to do is pull the trigger and have a steady aim. A sword or pike requires skill. It's your strength and wit versus theirs. Guns no skill, just a trigger pull. A simple action to kill someone. I also find Tasers which I also crush. I find nothing else of use. So I continue down the somewhat rusty metal hallway. I eventually come to an intersection. Left or right. I go left. The hallway curves and leads to a door. I turn the handle. It turns with ease. I open the door and walk into a bright light.