Revelation

Chapter seven: Escape

I was stuck. I'm smarter than this but the fear poisoning my mind and blood makes everything harder to do. I didn't even have a chance to speak to Amanda or James. It was like I wasn't even in the room. I can't blame them I'm the one who kept hidden. I feel terrible now about never saying anything. Maybe my plan could have saved they're lifes, along with the others. My thought is to call my mom but that wouldn't do any good. She'll panic and lets say the Top Secret facility won't be so Top Secret anymore. As I think of ways to get out and thinking that I can die right there and then, I thought interuppts me. Would I still be here in this situation of I was ever like this? If I ever wanted this? What If I chose something else besides studying the brain. At the same time theres things I yet have not accomplished and I just can't die knowing I can still do something about it.

I have to be brave at least to save my own life. I can go up to those who I work for and they'll help. At least thats what I thought at the time. I relax and compose myself. Just as I'm about to crawl my way out to the main hall I hear some shootings as though its right next to me. My body takes action and I immediately locks the door. Theres no way out and the murderers are getting closer every second. I rub my hair impatiently knowing that if I don't do something quick it'll be the end of me. Catching a quick glance at the ceiling an idea pops in. I can some how dug my small body up the air vent. Remembering one day some workers were fixing up the air vent in floor one. I can't quite recall the reason why but those things are huge. Huge enough for me to fit.

So its what I did. At the same time those with the guns tried opening the door. I rushed my bones and muscles to climb my way inside. I used one of our tools to break it open and use the strength that I have to pull myself in. I couldn't possibly crawl out of there, it'll be so many floors to climb. But as long as it saves my life I remained in the room, breathing slowly and trying to prevent any movement that will cause noise and give myself away.

In the end the murderers blasted the door open. Literally blasted the door open. C4 perhaps who knows. But it was loud and the vent shook uncontrollably. After things were calm I heard footsteps. My stomach dropped and for a sudden second I wanted to throw up. To make matters worse they didn't leave as fast as I wish they would have. I would have been okay if they realized there was no survivers and left. But instead they investigated the place, and constantly kept saying my name. Even I knew that wasn't good news. I wish I understood the language they were speaking because that only made things more intense. They sure sounded angry, so I sneaked to look through the vent entrance. There was about ten of them in the room who knows how many more out there. All wearing black jackets and jeans, holding giants guns I can't name all of them. I didn't recognize any of them.

"Find her." the bold man with the scar dripping down from his forehead to his chin said angrily.

I looked away and my body was shaking without me realizing. What does he mean by find her? Why me? This whole catastrophe just to get me? First things first, they have no clue I'm up in this vent. Second, they probably know where I live so I can't head there, and third, I have no idea who to run to for help. I once again was stuck.

"She's must be at home." a deep voice said.

"I've been told she isn't sir," I heard a man with an accent said.

"Then we'll wait, move out." the bold man said. I know this because I'll never forget his voice. His voice filled with desperation and evil, his need to find me.

Why me?